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CHAPTER 42

"Are you okay?" I hear someone.

I open my eyes, expecting to see Lucas, but it's not him.

It's a guy.

A gorgeous guy.

Auburn hair and smiley eyes.

He's wearing some kind of black suit.

"Oh, I'm, I'm okay." I clean my tears.

"Are you sure?" His accent is Italian.

Of course.

"Yeah."

"My name is Federico." He says.

Oh.

He intends to continue talking.

"My name is Eleanor." I smirk.

"Miss Eleanor, would you want to drink a coffee with me?" He invites me.

I'm puzzled.

Italian boys are really fast.

How old is he?

20?

"I'm only 17." I tell him.

"I'm 19, don't worry, I'm not a murderer." He reassures me.

"Okay, let's go, but I prefer an orange juice."

"Whatever the miss wants." He smiles.

We enter in a very nice café, it seems to be a popular place for teens.

"Un café e un succo dárancia per favore." He tells someone.

"It's great to see beautiful girls here." He says.

I blush.

Is he flirting with me?

"Well I'm sure that your girlfriend is beautiful." I try to escape this theme.

"I don't have a girlfriend."

Got damned.

"Oh... you are pretty handsome, don't worry."

I look apart.

I messed everything up.

Why am I continuing talking?

"Glad to hear it from a beautiful girl like you."

HIS HAND IS TOUCHING MINE.

I REPEAT.

HIS HAND IS TOUCHING MINE.

WTF.

HE'S A PERV.

"Em, I think I have to go back." I frown, keeping my hand away.

"Oh, don't. We still need to talk."

"I'm sorry." I stand up.

I observe him grabbing my arm.

"C'mon, you're not going to leave me alone here, aren't you?"

Oh my god.

I have to get out of here as hell right now.

"I told you I'm sorry, there's someone waiting for me." I try to get away from him.

"Who? Your boyfriend?" He seems to be joking at me.

"Well, yes, my boyfriend." I affirm.

He stands up.

"You don't have a boyfriend."

"Oh, you don't know that."

My heart is beating fast like tambours.

"Sorry, but I'm getting out of here and away from you." I tear my arm apart.

He doesn't let me.

"Hey, what's the matter with you."

I suddenly watch beside me.

Him.

Lucas.

I swallow hard.

"Is this your boyfriend?" Federico grins ironic.

"Yes, I'm her boyfriend."

WTF.

"No, you're not my boyfriend." I frown.

He gives me one of those looks that say "I'm trying to save your ass, shut up"

"Oh, yes... he's my boyfriend." I reply.

"Really?" The Italian guy asks, not very sure.

"Yes, and now I'm going to take MY girlfriend away from perturbs like your kind."

Without saying anything more, Lucas takes my hand and leads me outside.

It's cute when someone's overprotective.

I smile as I look down.

"Are you stupid?" He leaves my hand.

"Well, no." I don't smile anymore.

"That guy is a monster, he could have done horrible things with you If I haven't followed you."

"Oh, you've followed me?" I say.

"Be glad about it."

"Hey, it's my life. You're not really my boyfriend, so, stop blaming me." I walk away.

"No, I'm not your boyfriend, right." He breathes.

I don't know why he changes his mood so frequently.