"Mia Bella—"
"Save it Johanne, I'm not in the mood to hear the douche baggery this early morning. In fact, you're not permitted to talk to me at all. So I suggest you turn your flat Italian ass around and never look back!" Johanne Rolando Christiano, he was the first Italian boy that ever put the works on me and would be the last guy I would ever consider 'boyfriend' material, let alone a friend. I saw right through that smooth accent and wasn't phased by it or his cooly steel grey eyes. Not one bit. He's been after me since I enrolled into this hell hole about six months ago and hasn't let up yet.
"Well, well, well, who could've pissed in your coffee this morning bella?" I was gonna be late to math, I didn't have time for this. I sighed deeply. Shoving my backpack in my rusted blue locker and exchanging it for some irrelevant text book, I slowly turned to face this idiot, staring him right in his eyes...
"Listen bello, beat it! Scram!" Stomping my door for emphasis. On his face appeared a cheeky grin as he swiftly held up both hands in defense.
The bell rang signaling my tartiness to my math class with Ms. Gio. Great, just another thing to add to the list of what could go wrong next in the life of Jessi. Without second glance, I leave Johanne and sprint to class. Of course because I have two left feet and my inability to to properly function as a human being I completely miss the glass door and run right into the glass window.
And the list just keeps getting longer and longer.
Of course, but what really takes the cake is when the Gio-fudging-voni Zuchini, the won who just only might play for the greatest professional soccer team there is. The one who is Italy's most eligible bachelor, the one with the worlds most smoothest olive-toned skin. Eyes so blue, so electric it felt like they could impale with a simple glance, and a jaw line so angelic they gave heart palpations. He saw me, he saw me run right into a flipping window like the headass that I am.
Jessi Benhard, I think you just nailed your coffin right there.
"Are you okay cara?" Am I okay? I'd like to phone a friend please.
"I'm—" then next I knew, it was lights out.
