Literature and Lust

4

L O R E N Z O

I wake up at 5:00 am. Brush my teeth and run through my hair. I slide my glasses up my face and head to the indoor facility the academy provides for athletes. I'm not an athlete, but I do work out.

I'm wearing gray joggers and a white t shirt. I get to the last bench. I'm not the strongest because my first priority has always been my mind, but I'm not weak either. I bench 300, which is pretty good for a guy my size.

I go through all my workouts and head out of the gym at 7. As I'm walking back I decide to stop by the library to see if my painting had dried. I'm stopped by the raven-haired figure standing on the balcony.

"Oh hi" she turns and smiles.

"Hi"

Her eyes wander down me. I feel the blush creep up my neck and butterflies cascade through my stomach, just like every time I see her.

"I haven't seen you like this yet Enzo" she points at my clothes.

Enzo. She called me Enzo. Only people close to me call me that. But it sounds good when she says it, so I'm not gonna be the one to correct her.

"Uh.. yeah I just got done working out. Are you here cause you need something or just came here to relax?" I knit my brows in confusion.

"Just remembered how beautiful the view was that night and wanted to see it at day" she smiles as she looks off the balcony.

"Ça ne se rapproche même pas de ta beauté"

"Huh?" She turns and tilts her head.

"Nothing" I blush harder. "Um I'm gonna go now, I just came to check on my painting"

"Ok bye Enzo" she waves.

The way my name flows off her tongue. I want to hear it on repeat. Although I would never be able to say that to her.

I go back to my room and get a shower and sit on bed with my books. Biology. I love science, but language and literature is where my heart lies. Along with art.

My dad wants me to be a surgeon. But my dream is to travel the world and teach young kids that don't have the accommodations to education.

It's Saturday so there aren't any classes. I read through my books. Our bio test is Monday and I have to make a 100.

I'm top of my class in but sometimes it's not so great. I have a line up of people that the teacher has asked me to tutor. But each time I politely decline and just say I'm busy.

I go down to the cafe and eat a salad and then go back to my room and watch Netflix.

Later that night I get my shower and lay in bed. I dream of Azurella. She hasn't informed me if that's what she wants to be called. But I asked other students and that's her name.

It's beautiful and it matches her perfectly. un beau nom pour une belle fille. I fall asleep soon after.

♡ ♡————— A/N—————♡ ♡
Sorry this chapter is a lot shorter. Just wanted to see how it would work out and if y'all would like split povs!