A Boxers Love

Chapter 11

"We do?" I asked looking around but her minions blocked my view of the rest of the cafeteria as they gave me nasty smirks.

Ok, so we are indeed going to judge based on looks.

And based on the looks they were giving me, I must have really pissed them off by doing something I shouldn't have done.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows.

"WHAT?" she yelled causing me to flinch away from her. I heard one of the girls scoff and roll her eyes "How can you not know her?" she said. Now the whole cafeteria had gone silent and was looking at us.

I really didn't want this kind of attention.

"She is Ashley" her other minion introduced "Lorenzo's girlfriend".

My heart dropped. He had a girlfriend?

"I SAW YOU SLUTTING AROUND WITH HIM" Ashley yelled "WHY ARE YOU EVEN GOING TO HIS HOUSE? LEAVE HIM ALONE. AS HIS GIRLFRIEND-".

"Since when..." Lorenzo's voice came from behind me "Have you been my girlfriend?".

"You had a girlfriend?!" a surprised Leo's Voice rang as he entered the cafeteria a few feet behind Lorenzo.

"Apparently," he said rolling his eyes "Apparently this attention-seeking bitch decided in her delusional world that I was her boyfriend that is," he said. I could feel him stand so close behind me that I felt his body heat.

Damn, he was hot. 

Literally.

"Baby! What are you saying-" Ashley wailed.

"Stop with this already," he said annoyance laced in his voice "It's getting really annoying" he led me away from them towards my table. his hand just a few inches away from the small of my back giving me goosebumps.

"Mind if we sit here?" he asked Emma and Mia as he took a seat next to me.

"If Louis joins us... sure you can" Emma mumbled under her breath but me and Mia heard it as we passed each other knowing giggles.

"We're sitting with them!?" Leo exclaimed sitting on my other side.

So, does he have a girlfriend or not? I wondered.

"Well... you're wondering aloud, and no I barely even know her" he replied sending a smirk my way while I died of embarrassment.

"I have boxing practice after lunch so I'll be waiting by car" Lorenzo whispered in my ear. His breath spread over my neck and it sent chills down my spine. I just nodded because I couldn't come up with any words that didn't sound like a baby babbling.

He pulled back and I caught a glimpse of him smirking as he leaned back on his chair. I desperately needed to change the topic. I decided that I would also get him into a position where he would be so flustered, he couldn't speak.

"Why-Why aren't you eating lunch?" I asked looking anywhere but him.

"I have practice remember? I'll eat after school" he answered.

The rest of the lunch was spent in secret glances between me and Mia Teasing Emma as soon as Louis decided to join us and took a seat beside her. She was practically a tomato and it was a comedy show for me and Mia.

As soon as the bell rang, we all got up to head for our next classes.

"See you later darling" Lorenzo bent down to say, soon he proceeded to walk away as if nothing had happened.

Fuck. Me.

If he keeps doing this, my face might just burst from excess blood flow.

All I could think of for the next two classes was Lorenzo. He basically ran marathons in my brain. Damn he had those muscles, those pretty eyes, I wish I could just run my hand through his hair-

"Vi? You're actually drooling right now" Emma joked as she nudged me with her elbow.

"Stop thinking about him or you might actually become a dog" she laughed as I joined her. Damn, I sounded like a pervert.

I walked out the doors of the school and went to Lorenzo's usual parking stop. He stood there leaning on the car, smoking a cigarette.

So those cigarette butts near the corner were his.

"You know it kills you right?" I asked walking up to him with a pout. I really hated it when someone smoked. I had seen what they did to my mom. What effect they had. My parents were always worse when they smoked and I just hated the sight of cigarettes.

"You don't like them, Princess?" he asked exhaling the smoke away from me as he kicked off the wall.

"Nope, I Hate them," I said emphasizing the 'hate'.

"Alright then" he smiled tossing the half-smoked cigarette on the ground and stepping on it with his heel "Let's go" he opened the door of the passenger seat for me.

His car smelled just like him, the smell of vanilla bouncing off the walls. Damn, he used a really good cologne.

Lorenzo leaned towards me until he was just a couple inches away from my face, he reached behind me to the seatbelt as he pulled it across me, and locked it in its holder. I was way too distracted looking around to put on my seatbelt.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked casually as he leaned back and started the car.

"Nothing" I looked down "Your car is really nice" I complimented blushing. I couldn't think of anything else.

"Thanks, it's a limited edition" he replied.

"Yeah, I know. 911 Edition 50. Only 750 were made based on Porsche Targa 4 GTS" I muttered admiring the interior. The one he owned wasn't the convertible one, I actually liked this one better.

The overall design was sleek which Is what I like about most of Porsche's cars.

"You like cars I see" he smiled.

"Yeah, ever since I was a kid. I just don't make it my whole personality" I laughed "Anyway, do you even know who Anne Frank is?" I asked raising my eyebrow in suspicion.

"Uh... she was a writer?" he took a guess.

"Absolutely..." I started when I saw his hopes of being right rising "not" I finished.

"You're evil" he joked as I laughed along with him.

"She wrote her own story, an autobiography" I explained.

"See. Writer" he tried to justify.

"Mhm. Sure" I played along "We'll just watch the movie since you don't like reading whatsoever" I teased.

"Sure, love" he nodded as I looked over and I had assumed, he looked hot while driving. One of his hands was on the gearbox while the other rested against the steering wheel. His muscles shifted along with the gear as he changed it to 4 and accelerated. The veins on his forearm were... very visible and it looked sexy.

I couldn't help but notice how we drove the rest of the way in comfortable silence.