That's the problem with Highschool

Chapter 8:

A/N: Once again a late chapter. Oh well.

Lovano had spent the whole trip back cursing about losing his phone, Antonio, and the quality of pasta. Though thankfully Antonio wasn't there on the bus back. Well, if he had been that would have gone from simply being a jerk to plain creepy.

Back at the apartment he and his brother shared during the term he was greeted by a very energetic Feli. "Finally! I messaged you asking where you were, since you were taking so long, but you didn't respond."

"Well, maybe, just maybe that's because some bastard caused me to lose my phone!" Lovano snapped. Not caring how the younger boy reacted. It probably wouldn't affect him though.

"Oh? Ok. Well, I need you're help." Feli responded.

"Again. You really are useless aren't you."

"Aww, don't be like that. All I need is help cooking, since I won't finish in time without help."

"Fine."

During the whole preparation of Feli's food Lovano's mind ended up backtracking to the bus. While he was trying to convince himself he'd hated it, that really wasn't the truth. And he wasn't sure he hated Antonio either.

A few hours passed, and finally the pizza was out the oven. And like Feli had said, there was no time wasted, since a knock on the door sounded soon after. As Feli bounced off to greet Ludwing, Lovano was left to clean up. Typical.

A few minutes into the meal another knock sounded, interrupting Feli and Ludwing's conversation, and snapping Lovano out of his sulk. "Did you invite someone Lovi?" Feli asked, Lovano shook his head, and muttered something about hating that nickname.

Unfortunately, as Lovano got up to see who it was, he had a sinking suspicion he already knew. He cracked open the door, only to reveal the same boy he'd been thinking about all evening. "Hel-" Antonio started cheerfully, only to have the door slammed. "No." Lovano said simply.