School Drama (Spamano)

Chapter 3

For the rest of the day I managed to avoid Antonio.

When my last lesson ended, I walked home alone (mainly because my brother was at his bastard's house). I'm not saying it was lonely, but the alone time wasn't not appreciated.

Because Grandpa was at work, the whole house was empty so I was basically left to my own devices. Instead of playing video games or going on my laptop, however, I forced myself into my bedroom and told myself to work.

Emphasis on the told.

Whether my brain had shut down or I just didn't want to work, I ended up doing my usual routine of procastination. This was where I would do everything ever possible to prepare myself to work, but never actually do any. Eventually, after rearranging my highlighters in rainbow order for around the fifth time, I decided to take a shower (in further efforts of procrastination).

Hopping up from my desk, I grabbed my phone, a pair of black skinnies and a grey shoulder-hang long sleeved t-shirt by way of clothing. It was a miracle to feel the hot water rushing over my body after such a long day, and I was accompanied by the music blasting (probably too loudly) from my phone.

Just as I was thinking this, said music stopped in favour of playing a ringtone, and as I checked the screen the face of a certain Spainiard smiled up at me, accompanied by his number underneath. Silently, I cursed the brunette for actually calling me, and wondered. I could just let it ring out? Or maybe that would be rude...

Drying my hands on a nearby towel, I leaned out the shower  and answered the call reluctantly. As soon as I did, Antonio's sunny voice sung through the earpeice.

"Holà, Lovi!" He cheered.

"The fuck do you want." It wasn't even a question, really.

"Uhhh, to talk to you?" Antonio replied.

I tutted and tolled my eyes, not even relieved that he couldn't see me- I would have done it either way.

"Can we do this when I'm not in the shower?" I muttered.

"You know, you shouldn't have your phone in the shower, Lovi."

"Neither should you be so fucking stupid but you still do it."

"Lovi! Don't be rude." I could almost hear the pout in his voice.

"Whatever, I'm leaving." I muttered before hanging up and continuing my music.

However, if my previous feelings had been relief, now I was just reminded of that damn bastard again. That  bastard with his stupid fucking grin and his stupid messy hair and his fucking stupid eyes that were actually kind of- wait.

Fuck.

I mean, that bastard. The Spanish one with the stupid fucking grin. The one I hate.

Reluctantly, I stepped out the shower and dressed, grabbing my phone and walking back over to the desk. Sighing, I realized that I wasn't going to be doing any work, so instead I needed a distraction. And who better than the bastard? Unlocking my phone, I sent him the first text.

L: Sup bastard

Bastard: Hey, Lovi!

L: dont call me that

Bastard: Aww, fine.

L: wuu2 anyways

Bastard: I was studying, but I have a feeling that's gonna be kinda hard with you here.

L: rood ill leave if u dont want me here u bastard

Bastard: Somehow I though you'd text more graciously.