𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 || enemies to lovers

•03•

•Lucas DeMarco•

My alarm went off and I turned over, burying my face into my pillow. It won't stop ringing. I groaned and got up.

"Fucking school." I muttered and stumbled to my bathroom. It was Monday, and after having a not-so-good weekend, I was not ready to go back to that stupid prestigious school. I took off my shirt and studied a scar on my chest in the mirror, it was fading pretty quickly but I knew it would never go away. I sigh and open the cold water, then step into it, letting the iciness drench me out of my sleepiness. I was so exhausted I couldn't even form a coherent sentence, not even in my head. Still, it worked and most of the sleepiness left me and I was able to move better.

I got out of the shower and freshened up, brushing my teeth. I suddenly caught sight of myself in the mirror. I looked disgusting, tired and flawless but extremely pale . My grey eyes were dull and I had to be bothered by my messy hair, I brought up my hand to trace the dark circles under my eyes and then turn away. I walked out of my bathroom and to my closet, getting my uniform out.

It's the opposite of simple, white shirt with a bunch of buttons, my prefect tie; every grade had two prefects, one girl one boy, black pants and an optional hoodie with the school name and logo. I suppose it isn't that complicated, but it was rather a handful, having to button up all those bloody buttons. And it took time.

I looked out the window, it was dark and rainy. One of the weathers I do not prefer, I disliked storms, they were loud, they were wet, they were cold. I ignored it and walk out of my room with one glance at my clock; 7:23. Pretty early, I go down the stairs and to the kitchen where servants were already bustling around. As I sat down, one brought me a platter with toast, bacon, and two fried eggs, along with a fork and a glass of orange juice.

I took a sip of the juice and slid it away, "Get me coffee."

I ordered and turned tiredly to my food. After a few bites, I give up and drink my coffee before standing up and calling my driver. He was at the front of the mansion with an umbrella by the time I got to there, and then he escorted me to the sleek car and opened the door, I clambered in and collapsed on the seat and felt the car push off smoothly and the rhythm of it driving on the wet concrete road, with the rain thundering on its roof. This Monday could not get worse.

It took quite a long time to get to school as our mafia base/mansion/training ground was somewhere deep in a forest. I put on my AirPods and sat up when the car came to a stop, expensive cars lined up around the schools front, though none of the other students were as rich as I were, there were still a majority of children of millionaires and rich business people. It was still drizzling and my driver held up an umbrella for me all the way to the schools gates. As soon as I stepped in a girl rushed up to me.

'Lucas!' She gushed clinging onto my arm. I grit my teeth and forced myself to relax and smiled easily.

'Jessica, hey.'

'Hey! What's wrong? You look so tired, oh my gosh.'

That's a lot of words in one sentence. Can she shut up. I knew I wasn't being fair but I hated Mondays too much to care.

'Nothings wrong.' I sigh as I stride towards my classroom, sitting in the corner are my friends, Damon, Dimitri, and Asher.

Damon spotted me as I walked over, my shirt untucked as usual and probably with Jessica following me, and grinned.

'Hi Lucas.'

'I hate you.' I say turning my head slightly just to meet Jessica's eyes and turning back, then slumping over my desk and burying my head in my arms. My bag slid off my shoulder and onto the ground.

'Well someone's in a bad mood.' Asher chuckled.

He clapped me on my shoulder, 'as usual then.'

Damon rolled his eyes. 'Don't worry Luke, I hate you too.'

I scowled, 'what now? No, everyone loves me.'

He flipped me off and smoothly slid an arm around Jessica's waist, leading her away and talking, she looked as though she was going to faint. That was fine by me.

It was the few minutes before class started and everyone in the grade 10 classroom was talking, the door swung open a girl walked in, black long hair, dark brown eyes, her uniform was covered by the school pullover and her skirt was high above her knees, some people turned to stare, others ignored her and continued gossiping. I gazed across the room at her as she walked to our home room teacher. She must be new, I hadn't seen her before, maybe she was supposed to be in this class. She looked about 15-16, somewhere in between but her expression was stormy and shrewd. And as she walked out again, after glancing at the direction our teacher had pointed at, she turned and her gaze lingered on me for a few seconds before she disappeared into the noisy crowd outside again. Perhaps she wasn't part of this class after all.

"Lucas, you idiot.' Asher stood up and he punched me on the shoulder not-so-gently. 'it's time for class.'

'Yeah, yeah.' We push through our classmates to our usual seats as they go towards theirs. As the class went on, I could feel sleepiness creeping into me. I dug my nails into my arm and forced myself to concentrate and take down notes.

By break time, my arm was already bleeding from a few crescent shaped wounds.

'Man, how the fuck-?' Damon stared at my arm in disbelief.

'It's nothing.' I sigh and lean back in my chair.

'Everything's nothing.' He muttered and shifted as Dimitri almost crashed into him when Asher pushed him. With him temporarily distracted by my other friends I closed my eyes and stifled a yawn.

'Lucas!'

I opened my eyes irately as I heard my name called again. Jessica stood by the door waving at me.

'Music practice.'

I cursed and stood, 'I'll be there in a moment.'

Sorry this chapter is so bad.
I have not been feeling well. I'll hopefully update quicker.
Love y'all
-zoe