~𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒂~

2.Marco

God.She's pretty. No she isn't pretty. She's beautiful. Not the kind like most of the girls at school,she's something else. 

Holy fuck. I stare at her, my gaze lingering on her curves. Does she know she's got those? I think she's oblivious to the fact she's perfect, so much that she walks around apologizing for everything.

I've noticed that about her, the way she says sorry for everything. It's fucking adorable,how her cheeks redden so easily and how she speedwalks trying to get away from me. Her eyes drift to mine, and suddenly i'm highly interested in the ceiling.

Something about her was different.She wasn't like most pretty girls that threw themselves at me instead,she avoided me. Almost. I wouldn't let her get away that easily. 

I release a breath as my mind finally snaps back to reality, and I try to jot down notes. I end up doodling,and I don't realise what it is until I put my pencil down. I smile, an awful sketch of  her on the paper. I glance over at her, but she's already looking at me.

She's already looking at me...?

My stomach feels jittery, and I look away, throwing a frown onto my face so she doesn't suspect anything.

Suspect what? That i'm looking at her like an idiot in desperate for sex? I'm not. It's not what I want from her. Have I imagined at least ten ways of taking her from behind?Yes. Will I ever? No.

I mean, the girl looks stubborn. Her last name sounds familiar and I think about it until it clicks. 

"D'amore" I whisper.  "Lucia D'amore" My eyes widened. Of course she's a D'amore. Daughter of the owners of the school. 

For the rest of class I sleep, my head hanging loosely onto my arm.

---

It's been hours since i've talked to Lucia,and my mind still drifts to her body and adorable face every so often. Since when do I call girls fucking adorable?

I throw the football hard to my best friend, who catches it with a thud against his chest. "Yo will you go a little easier?" he groans rubbing his chest. I roll my eyes. "You're a fucking grown boy your fine" I place my hands on my hips, wiping the sweat of my face.

We've been practicing non-stop for the past three hours. I'm tired as shit. He throws the ball back, smirking when it hits my head. "Ow-" I hiss, rubbing my scalp.

"We should stop- I think we're good for today" I say.

He groans in response squirting water into his mouth.

When we get to the parking lot I wave. "See you tomorrow in school?" he nods, getting into his car.

I do the same, driving home. Hell, you mean?

I push the voice inside my head away, i've been trying to be as positive as possible despite mom and dad's fighting everyday. Every-single-fucking-day.

I park my car and get into the house, closing the door behind me with a push. "I'm home!" I say loudly. Mom's head appears through the kitchen and I smile, hugging her. "Hi ma" 

"How was school?" she asks. I shrug. "It was....interesting" Lucia pops up in my mind again, making me smirk.

"Annabeth where are my work pants" I hear my father hiss. He appears in the entryway, a permanent frown on his face. "I don't know- they don't have legs" she snaps back. 

He growls, giving me a subtle nod of recognition before walking away. 

"Had a great day thanks for asking" I murmur sarcastically. Mom gives me a warning look but I shrug, hopping off the stool and going into my room. 

I'm so sick of this shit.

-

I'm working on my homework when my phone rings and I pick it up. "Yo M, there's a party tonight at Will's place you are coming to?" my best friends voice rings into my ears, almost too loudly.

"Luca why are you fucking yelling?My eardrums are numb" I hear him sigh. "Sorry-so...are you coming?"

How the hell is there already a party and it was the first day today? I shrug. "Yea whatever" 

"Great. It's at seven" I hang up, sliding my phone onto the desk. 

Guess we're partying tonight.

I run a frustrated hand through my hair, staring down at my math homework before ripping it to shreds, throwing it in the trash. 

"That can also go to hell" I grumble.