charmed | kivi (eng)

9

"You're glowing."

Violeta looked up from her uneaten lunch and blushed. "What? No, I'm not. It's hot out here." She avoided Juanjo's eyes but she could feel them burning a hole.

"Why won't you tell me what happened last night at Chiara's house?" Juanjo asked as he put his chin in his hand.

"I don't know, Juanjo. Maybe because someone wouldn't stop talking about Martin," Violeta countered and gave her friend a smirk.

Juanjo blushed as well. "Well, I'm not talking about him now, so tell me what happened last night?"

"Nothing." It was mostly the truth. "We just worked on the songs."

"Uh huh, did you give her some private lessons?"

Violeta just shook her head. "No, you freak."

"Fine, ruin my fun. How was music anyways?"

"Very bad," Violeta sighed and looked across the quad to see Martin coming towards their table. She frowned when she saw that Chiara wasn't accompanying her. Mr. Thompson had asked Chiara to stay again after class but Violeta didn't know whether to wait for her or go on to lunch. Eventually, her hunger got the best of her and she left while Chiara was still talking to their music teacher.

"Hey, guys," Martin greeted when he reached the table. He gave Juanjo a kiss on the cheek before sitting down next to him.

"Where's Chiara?" Violeta immediately blurted out and received a look from both of the boys. "Um, I mean," she trailed off not really knowing what to say.

"She got held up by her locker," Martin said smiling. "Don't worry, she'll be here."

"Oh yeah, okay. Just wanted to know what Mr. Thompson wanted," Violeta rambled.

"Sure, you did," Juanjo said.

Violeta just glared at him as she kept looking for Chiara. They didn't talk about what almost happened last night at Chiara's house. Not that they were avoiding each other but the only class they had was music and today was a really bad day. Mr. Thompson was snapping at everyone for every little mistake. Apparently when concert time approaches, Mr. Thompson gets all worked up and wants everything to be perfect. No one dared to make a mistake so that meant Violeta and Chiara had to pay attention to their instrument playing. They barely had time to glance each other.

"There's your girlfriend, Vio," Martin teased when Chiara started making her way towards them.

Violeta kicked her under the table but smiled when Chiara sat down next to her. "Hey," she greeted exhausted.

"Shit, you look like hell," Martin commented as he tossed her a brown lunch bag.

"Thanks, Martin," Chiara said sarcastically and opened her lunch.

"Hey, I'm making your lunch until you get your off campus lunch privileges back, so be nice."

Chiara rolled her eyes and started eating her sandwich. She could feel Violeta looking at her and her stomach filled with butterflies.

"So what did Mr. Thompson want?" Violeta asked.

"Well, he basically told me that if I didn't learn all the songs by the concert, he'd fail me."

"What? He can't do that."

Chiara couldn't help but smile. Worried Violeta was a very cute Violeta. And the fact that Violeta was worrying about her made the butterflies flutter even more.

"It's alright, I mean, I pretty much know all the songs. There are just a few that I need to go over," she assured her.

"But we've been only working for one day."