𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 || enemies to lovers

•07•

                                                                             •Lucas Demarco•

'You hate her huh.' Dimitri raised an eyebrow.

'She's annoying.' I scowled, 'are we gonna go talk to miss Everhart or not. I wanna go home.'

'Yeah, yeah. But like, the girl you hate is pretty damn fine.' He glanced at me and smirked.

I shoved him, 'shut the fuck up.'

Miss Everhart called us.

'Boys, let's go talk in my office.'

We glanced at each other.

'Did you do something.' I said out of the corner of my mouth.

He shrugged, 'nah man, did you.'

'Positive that I didn't. are you sure you didn't? Why else would we be here?'

'I dunno. It'll be fine.'

'Sure.' I muttered, 'last time she wanted to talk with us, we almost got expelled.'

She opened the door and we walked in and sat.

'So,' she shifted her glasses, 'I have asked for you two students to come talk to me because you two are the least attentive in class.'

She frowned and continued, 'you both have immaculate grades, but we also assess you on your attentiveness and respect. That, will be a major part in your report.'

I groaned inwardly. I have had enough talk on respect for today.

'Other students that I have seen you both have been better in class, even just more than slightly. I will expect better concentration and focus in your lessons  from now on.'

Dimitri nodded and I followed.

'Yes, yes, of course, of course.'

'Good.'  She looked at the both of us, 'you are dismissed.'

We stood up and I grabbed my bag from the floor, walking out.

'Ну, это было глупо. Сука.'

I scoffed, 'yeah, you would think that top grades and they would just leave us alone.'

'real bro.'

We walked out of the building, waiting outside the open gates with students still milling around, was a sleek Mercedes, which I recognized as the one that was to pick me up. I strode to it my bag hanging loosely to my shoulder.

'man, see you.'

'Yeah, aight.' I nodded at him.

Before climbing in, I catch a glimpse of dark hair and black eyes.

Alessandra scoffs and looks away. I salute her sarcastically. 'See you, raven.'

I watched as she muttered something under her breath, amused.

'Didn't quite catch that.'

She shot me a contemptuous smile before disappearing.

I stayed on phone through the whole ride, by the time I got home my head throbbed. It did not help that my father immediately called me to his office.

'Son.'

He gestured to the armchair and I sat.

'Yeah.'

He shot me a dissatisfied glance, and I sat straight immediately.

'Yes father?' I muttered.

He nodded curtly, 'the drug shipment fell through.'

'What? Why?'

He grimaced, 'the Russians, they still haven't gotten over the last war.'

I groaned inwardly, 'so... what do we do?'

His expression filled with contempt, most likely at my unprofessional attitude. I sighed and sat up again.

'I'll finish the mission.'

Even my own words surprise me. I had been trained since I was seven. I could handle guns, fighting, pain. My own mother had shot me two times so I could just experience and understand how to deal with, and take the pain. But I was still known to be lazy, it was stupid to admit but I'd never really seriously thought about being the next leader of this mafia. It resulted in my parents both looking down on me and putting more attention on my younger sister. i didn't mind most of the time but there was also some sort of resentment boiling through me as every mission, every quest went straight to Alexis.

My father gave me a brooding look, 'well it will be good practice for when you become capo.'

I winced, he did not have to remind me that I was to become caporegime some day.

He continued, 'but it will have to wait, next week I am to plan some business with other mafias. Until then, do nothing.'

I relaxed a bit, it was disappointing but at least I didn't have to do anything at the moment.

'Go.'

He nodded towards the door and I stood and walked out, heading straight for my room.

I got to my room and shut the door, sighing and stripping away my shirt. Today was one of those days, where everything goes wrong, where I just feel sick but have to endure through the whole thing, where I seriously, genuinely, debate suicide.

I took a deep breath and filled a glass of water for myself, taking small sips as I ignored the dull ache in my head. I had nothing to do. No homework, nothing. I was so bored that I would've even invited homework.

I stood up and walked to the bathroom, after taking a quick shower I pulled on a t-shirt and sweatpants, then I went to another room where my grand piano was. I hadn't practiced much lately. Other than playing today, I hadn't even touched my piano since last week.

I sat down and stared down at the keys. My fingers hovered above them for a moment as I tried to recall past pieces. I let out a breath and started playing. The notes were soft and I hesitated, soon they formed a melody that filled the room, the music resonating with a richness that echoed through the air. I closed my eyes, letting the music guide me. My fingers danced over the keys, effortlessly transitioning through dynamics. Soon, I could almost forget about my shitty life. When the final chord rang out, it hovered in the air for a second before dissolving into nothing. I opened my eyes and sighed before standing up and walking back to my room.

:(

I don't like this.