~𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒂~

5.Marco

I bought her flowers, and the whole time I was nervous. I thought she would love them because they were pink and fluffy, and she did. It made me smile like a fucking lunatic.

I want to feel her lips on mine so bad, but I want to wait till it's right. When I'm a hundred percent sure it's what I want, and it's what she wants. What the hell happens if I kiss her and she doesn't want me? If she doesn't like me?

I try to push those thoughts away as I sit in my seat, the one behind her. Her head turn slightly, and I smile.God she's beautiful. When will I ever stop saying that? Her hair is in two braids down her back, a soft looking skirt tight on her hips. I bite my lip, letting my eyes roam down her body.

"Paying attention back there mister Viviano?" the teacher's voice snaps me out of my daze and I frown. "Yep" I answer popping the p. She rolls her eyes, turning back around to teach the lesson.

I lean over a bit and tug one of her braids, making her turn around to face me. "Hi" I breathe. 

Hi? who the fuck just says-hi?

I close my eyes for a brief moment regretting my stupidity. Why did she make me so fucking nervous? I felt like I was a tower of jenga and she could knock me down any second. 

Her smile seems tight, but she just waves. I furrow my brow, tugging at it again. It's pretty satisfying. She gives me an annoyed expression when she turns back around.

"What?" she whispers. "Are you mad?" I ask. She looks surprised for a moment, as if she would doubt I would ever ask such a thing. She shakes her head and I let out a breath of relief. "Okay"  shrug. When she turns back around I just stare at her, occasionally playing with the ends of her hair like an obsessed child. 

The bell for the second period rings faster than I'd like and she's gone before I can even say anything. I go to my next class, sitting down next to my best friend, who gives me his douchebag smile as he looks at the frown on my face.

"You will not believe who transferred here" he whispers. I shake my head, urging him to continue. "Leslie" he chuckles darkly. 

My jaw drops and I quickly compose myself. "Like-my ex, Leslie?" He nods, smirking. "I feel bad for you in advance, she asked for you twice already" I groan, hitting my head with the desk quietly.

Of course my ex had to transfer to Brewster prep. She couldn't find anything better to do then to hunt me down, and try and win me back or some shit. She'd been my first love, we'd been together for three years before she moved and cut contact with me. She came back last summer and tried to make it up, but I didn't let her. Shit. She was here. I wasn't ready to face her. Not now, not ever.

Luca gives me a knowing look, but I shrug. "I'll be fine" I murmur quickly. That's a fucking lie, and we both know it.

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The walk to lunch is always the worst. Most likely because people are actually running for the first time during the day, anxious to eat food, or just because a couple feet away from me was my ex. Leslie. Her golden blonde hair was beautiful, bringing memories in me that were painful like a bitch.

I spot Lucia at the same table, ducking behind people and hissing at some to move before sliding in front of her. 

She glances up briefly, her shoulders tensing for a second. 

"Hey" I say. No response. Okay what?

"Okay what's wrong? You haven't talked to me much" I sigh frustratedly. 

She smiles apologetically, taking a bite of her bagel. "I'm tired" she shrugs. I narrow my eyes at her, not believing it. "Well....I wanted to ask you if you want to go out with me to time square today" I grin.