Torn between who to choose

Chapter 2. Leonardo Martinez

Abigail's POV
 
We're lost in a trance or whatever cause I just couldn't understand; we just sat down still on the ground as if we're stuck there, like nothing else mattered, just continuously glaring at each other.
Then suddenly he stood up, clearing the dust from his clothes. He was so tall, towering over me, I still sat down there watching him continue dusting his clothes graciously.
 
I couldn't help staring at him. He wore a black Lanvin shoe with grey baggy jeans and a black Saint-Saëns jacket. On his right hand was a silver Rolex watch, which complemented his whole look. Not going to lie, these Italians got a way with dressing.
 
I was going to stop looking at him, but apparently my eyes hadn't had enough, but why?. 
Traveling up to his face, he had the features of any ordinary Italian, but still he was definitely handsome, possessing a high cheekbone and a strong jawline with a clean-shaved beard and pointed nose. Like a typical Italian man.
 
But his eyes weren't like any typical Italian man to me; he had these hunter eyes, but the color of the eye was the best: hazel.
 
I haven't seen hazel eyes this beautiful; I could see brown, green, and little bit of gold in them. It looked peaceful, but then these once peaceful-looking eyes became narrow and were now looking cold.
 
Looking away from his eyes and seeing the expression on his face, the realization dawned on me that I was still staring at him, and he caught. Shit!!!
 
I was about to stand up when he bent down next to me. With a wave of his perfumes hitting me, I could sense it was vanilla—the best type of vanilla I have ever perceived. It was kind of intoxicating.
 
"Do you need to see an optician?" he asked in the deepest and coldest tone ever. "Whattt?!" very shocked by such a question.
 
"You seem to have an eye issue, bumping into me and staring at me like some prey you want to devour." "I mean, I know I'm handsome, but you don't really need to be like this; you really can't control your eyes." "If you ever need to see an optician, I can introduce you to one, because you kind of need it.".
 
"What excu...., but he simply got up and started walking in the other direction.
"Hey, who the fuck do you think you are?" But then again he simply ignored me; I couldn't really care about him now, as my books were all scattered on the floor and I was already extremely late to class.
 
I started gathering up the books when someone else bent down to lend me a helping hand, turning to the person I froze; meanwhile, he packed all the remaining books on the ground. "Here, you okay?" he asked, handing me my books.
 
"Wha... What, yes, I... I am, thank you." I was so nervous not being able to stop smiling, and so did he, smiling back at me.
 
Putting all my books in my bag to avoid them falling again, I wanted to run to class but knew I was already too late, so why bother? I would rather walk.
And while walking, I felt someone walking next to me, and I was stunned to see him by my side, smiling. I stopped and faced him, "Do you need anything?" I asked confused.
 
He nodded, smiling. "I'm Isaac," he said, extending his hand to me, like I already didn't know that, but I simply played along, shaking his hand. "I'm Abigail.".
 
"Thanks," he said, "for what?" I asked, "For telling me your name, that's what I needed". "I'll see you later, Abigail". And after saying that, he left.
 
I couldn't believe it. I finally talked to Isaac. I was all smiles till I reached the front of my class door. I took a deep breath and was ready to face whatever punishment I would face because I knew how brutal Mr. Lee could be.
 
"So Miss Smith finally Grace's us with her presence," Mr. Lee said, snickering. I knew if I tried to give any kind of excuse it would be futile, so I just said sorry and decided to find a seat.
 
"I am not done with you yet," he said, making me halt. For coming to my class late on the first day of resumption, you get detention after school.
 
"Really detention, but it isn't... 
"Shut it, I don't want to hear it," he just cut me off.
"Go sit in the back with Mr. Leonardo Martinez," he said, making me halt once more. Moving my eyes to the back of class, I saw him just sitting there, crossing his arms. We made eye contact, and a smirk creeped on his face. 
What is he doing here? When did he suddenly join art class? Why did he join?
 
"Stop standing there, Miss Smith, go and sit down; both you and Mr. Leonardo should not forget to meet me in detention after school.
 
What? He was the reason I was late today; now I'm sitting with him and still seeing him in detention. And he was still smirking at me. Fuck him. I wish I could just slap that smirk off his face.
 
Sitting down next to him, I didn't even face him; I just brought my book out and focused on the teacher, praying for this class to just end fast.
 
"So you're the Abigail Smith," Leonardo whispered into my ear.