The Love Project [on Hold]

Chapter eleven: My Father's Name is Bernado

Chapter eleven: My father's name is Berando.

Alexis' p.o.v

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Travis had gotten the formula signed.

This was actually happening.

I was spending a month in the Alps with him. My brain still couldn't comprehend it all.

''Woah, you can't possibly be blaming me for getting a signature?'' Travis asked in ridicule.

I pointed my nose heavenwards. Hmph.

I am pathetic, I know.

Travis muttered some uncomprehensive words and plunged his headphones in his ears. He sunk down in his chair as his usual faraway expression crossed his features.

''Great!'' Mr. Mackentosh beamed. ''We have all the signatures! The trip starts in two weeks, so please, get ready. I will send a list around this evening with all the things you have to bring.''

I could already imagine how long the list was going to be.

''Today, we'll be finishing the family tree task... What are you all looking at? Get to work!''

Along with everyone, I turned around to face my partner. Travis was still in his own little world which caused me to roll my eyes.

Here we go again.

Annoyedly, I smacked his arm which caused his glossy eyes to subside. However, they were stricken by a wave of anger. ''What?'' He snapped, clearly provoked.

''The task,'' I answered, giving him my disproving look.

The question mark on his face couldn't have been written on any clearer. I sighed in defeat. ''The family tree thing.''

That should ring a bell.

Recognition flashed in his azul eyes, then he screwed up his face. ''Oh,'' he said in distaste. ''We can carry on with yours.''

I sighed again. ''We already finished with my family... Remember? A few lessons ago?''

Does this boy have Alzheimer?

He stayed silent for a couple of moments. ''Okay, yeah, sure. Whatever.''

I took out a sheet of paper and a pen and then looked at him expectantly. ''Can't you go already?'' I asked after him returning my gaze.

''What happened to you have to ask questions?'' He lifted an eyebrow, challenging me.

Irritation soared through me but I wasn't going to give him the pleasure of seeing it, so instead, I simpered. ''Oh, yeah, true. Thanks for reminding me. So... what's your father's name?'' I asked.

He scrutinized me. ''I wasn't serious, you know. That was such a waste of time last time.''

I rolled my eye to cover the relief that expanded in my chest. ''Just go.''

He huffed and leaned back in his chair. ''My father's name is Bernardo,'' he said an watched me write the name on the paper. ''His mother's name is Flavia and my grandfather's name...''

For the next ten minutes, he described half of his family. Namely, his father's side. When he had finished there and had to get on to his mother's side, he gulped.

His hand raked through his thick, silky honey-colored hair. He opened his mouth to speak but it seemed his tongue had tangled itself into a knotty web. Before I could say anything, he abruptly shot up from his seat, slung his backpack over his shoulder and rushed out of the room.

A light breeze tugged at my hair, from the door Travis had slammed, and caused goosebumps to erupt all over my skin.

Touchy topic, I thought as I felt all eyes upon me.

If we couldn't even complete a simple task, then how would we be able to complete tasks that were harder than this one?

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Hey, Squiggles!

I'm sorry for this extremely short chapter. I swear, I'll make it up to you with the upcoming chapters. And I'll update tomorrow again!

See you when I update next! (Which is tmrw)

Byeee!!

clawWriter