I'll Never Call You Maestro

I'll Never Call This Chapter 1

Romano stared blankly at the gray ceiling above in his 9th period classroom full of chattering imps, annoyed that his summer vacation had ended so quickly and another hell-ish year in highschool had begun. This time around he'd be a Junior, but it didn't really matter to Romano because no matter what grade he was in, he'd still have to deal with the same old retards who littered the planet with their insolent trifles and cliche lives.

Pathetic. Romano mumbled under his breath. People who flourish in going to the movies with their "Top of the Squad" cheerleader girlfriend every weekend, or buying that new pair of Uggs for the 100th time should just fuck off- Romano paused when the room began to quiet down as the bell rung and a tall figure entered the doorway of the classroom, out of breath.

Probably was going to the bathroom or something just before, and when he heard the bell he rushed here as fast as he could so he would't fuck up the first day; idiota. Romano thought cynically.

The classroom watched silently while the man plopped his bag and a stack of Spanish dictionaries on the teacher's desk, sighing in relief that he had made it to his own classroom in enough time before he was cut first day on the job. The man looked to be in his early twenties. His tan clearly stated he was a foriegner, and his chocolate colored hair overlapped with curls, unike Roman's that refused to cooperate with any other style besides flat down on his head; the odd curl was an exception.

Romano watched, unamused as his new and absent-minded teacher began to introduced himself, it was the same old repetitious introduction his eight other teachers had done so that day.

"W-well good afternoon everyone, I hope you had a good summer break! I know I did. I grew Los Tomates Ricos and took many siestas with my good old amiga Anri and - oh right! Almost forgot, I still havn't introduced myself yet have I, heh heh heh." He grinned like an idiot while placing his right hand on the teacher's desk, letting himself lean against it. Already the care free tone in his voice set Romano's teeth on edge.

A guy with silver hair chuckled about beating a fancy wuss at baseball with some narcissistic looking blonde three seats to his left, while a girl wearing a weirdly shapped hair pin stared daggers at the silver and gold. The teacher continued, much to his oblidge.

'My name is Antonio Fernando Carriedo and I have come from España to teach in South Italy. I hope we can all become good friends -" Friends? Che palle! Who would want to be friends with an annoying ass such as yourself, dannazione (god damn)!

Antonio kept talking oblivious to Romano's insults. But before he could finish, his hand that had been resting against his desk skidded off the surface, causing Antonio to lose his balance completely and tumbling to the floor with nothing to save him from the fall. There was a moment of silence before laughter broke out on all sides of the classroom, including Romano who was amused with the clumsy act his Spanish teacher had just performed.

Is this guy for real? Romano gaped.

The unusual variant was rubbing at his side on the floor. He smiled that same idiotic smile again, although this time it seemed a bit cracked.

Antonio shakily got up on his feet as the students began to hush when he caught a specific pair of olive green eyes looking at him strangely. Romano immiediately noticed he was staring and quickly turned the opposite way, snubbing him. Che era troppo vicino per I'll comfort (that was too close for comfort), he thought. He felt his face and cheeks increase in temperature, he wondered about the strange luke warm sensation that had suddenly appeared out of no where in the hollows of his chest. He stole another glance at Antonio to see if he was still looking but Antonio was gone.

A few seconds later, he came back into the classroom with a guitar case slung over his sholder.

Oh great. Thought Romano. Now he's going to play the guitar, hmph. I bet he can't even play. But Romano thought wrong; Antonio unzipped the guitar case and carfully placed the light acoustic in his lap. He began to strum slowley with his finger tips, caressing each string like a butterfly's kiss.

Antonio closed his eyes, creating beautiful notes with each stroke, and soon the class was swaying in unison to the acoustic's sound. The notes increased in speed as Antonio's hands strummed quicker, still keeping the rhthym. Romano was swaying too. His vision began to blur, but he could still see the tuneful chords created by Antonio's guitar in the pitch black of his eyelids. He drifted off into a world of soft oceans and starfilled skies.

Romano felt calm. It was strange for him to feel this calm but it felt nice. He felt at peace. Something brushed past his nose. He mumbled and scratched his cheek, turning his head over to the other side for a more comfortable position on his desk. Another sensation near his nose. A voice. Romano opened his eyes to find a bright pair of emerald green eyes and full lips inches from his.

Romano blinked.

He jumped back in suprise, his face was a cherry tomato while Antonio giggled.

"Finally woke you up, you looked pretty relaxed like you were having a nice dream so I felt bad to wake you, but as you can see it's the end of the day, and it would be bad if you didn't come home because you were napping." Antonio chimed.

"W-what are you talking about, idiot? Me? Sleeping? You look just like the kind of creeper to watch his students in their sleep. And anyways, I did'nt need your help to wake me up, I could wake up myself just fine, thank you very much!" Romano spit back.

"Hmm... is that so?"

"Yeah!"

Romano was blushing so much he could swear his entire face looked like an airhead. He glared at Antonio menacingly before packing up his things and walking stiffly to the doorway. He turned the handle but realized it was locked.

"Ah! forgot to tell you the door locks automatically at the end of the day, here let me unlock it for you." Antonio came up from behind Romano and placed his hand on top of his with a ring against his skin, the touch sent Romano's heart beat into a frantic hammer. Romano was almost sure Antonio could hear it. He thought it was retarded, the way he was acting so nervous. He yanked his hand away from the door knob and Antonio, who's face showed curiousity at his odd reaction to their touch.

Antonio quickly dismissed it and unlocked the door, then Romano sprinted out of the classroom. As he ran, Romano could not suppress the urge to tilt his head back to the door way, and sure enough, he saw Antonio waving goodbye to him with his signiture grin.

Grrr- why am I feeling so strange and acting like a ritardare because the bastard's hand touched mine? That's it! E'tutta colpa sua (it's all his fault)! I'll show that dick what he'll get for messing with Nonno Roma's eldest grandson, I'll never call you maestro! Chigi!!!

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