A girl who hides sad secrets behind her loud personality and a boy who hides a brilliant mind and clever hands behind his shy persona. He is oblivious and she watches and learns. An American and an Italian.
Can they fall in love?
I've been procrastinating for a while. I have a new outfit that my mum brought me the other day when we were out, we've had a cold spell of weather and it's supposed to snow soon so it's not as revealing as a summer outfit but I don't know if I'll love how it looks on me if I get insecure.
It's fluffy but sheer tights, a little skirt, tall white boots and a large knitted jumper. The jumper might take away some of my shape and even if my legs are behind tights they're still not in baggy jeans or linens.
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I text Vito asking if I should wear a cuter outfit and he replied saying I should and so I have but I've taken lots of time on my hair and makeup so I look really nice.
I asked Giovanni for a lift earlier on today and so when I hear his car pull up I run downstairs. Having laid everything out on the side earlier, I can just grab it and run out the door. I shout to my parents as I leave saying goodbye and Giovanni already has the door open for me as I shut the door behind me.
'Thank you.' I sigh as I collapse into his warm car.
He smiles and shuts the door for me before walking around the car and getting into his seat.
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We meet Vito in the carpark and he runs an appreciative eye over my outfit and I go to stand by him to which he wraps his arms around my shoulder. Me and him lead the group inside the school building and walk towards the space between our two tutors and then soon after the bell goes so we part ways.
Tutor flies by pretty quickly but sitting down makes my thighs bigger and the jumper makes me loose all curve. I'm sure I'll be fine, and if not I have Vito next to me all morning so I can talk with him.
We have Chemistry first, when he puts his hand on my thigh the teacher is mid sentence and I look at him while my face heats up but he focuses on the lecture acting as if nothing happened.
His hands don't entirely cover my thighs which reminds me of how large they are but physical touch is my love language so it's also nice. It's a pain actually, I want his touch so badly but it also makes me feel worse about myself. He sits on my left but he also writes with that hand so when the teacher pauses to let us make a few notes he removes his hand from my thigh and replaces it when he's finished.
Since the truth or dare revision session we have texted every day, even if it's a small 'good morning' and 'good night.' I actually really like Vito and if he doesn't ask me out soon, I might ask him out. But that's a terrifying thought, so lets leave that idea on the bench for a moment.
