{DISCONTINUED} Love Is Pasta

Chapter Tre: Ho trovato l'amante del mio futuro in classe francese.

I was greeted by the strongest smelling fake rose perfume I had ever had the chance of smelling. It was so fake and so bad that it was giving me a headache.

"Who in hell's name sprayed perfume in this classroom?" Someone with an unplaceable accent shouted from the back of the room. Students murmured replies, but they weren't much help.

"Halt den Mund, verdammter Idiot!" someone with a German accent yelled back at the dude.

"Sit anywhere Felicano, Mrs.Dosprey won't mind since she'll put us in pairs for all of our school projects anyways," Arthur said, before walking off and sitting in a desk right across from a brown-haired boy with glasses. Neither of them said anything. They just sat there, staring off into space. I sat down in a random chair next to some blond chick I had no interest in talking to. I mean, I'm not even into girls, so.

I sat there for another 5 minutes before the last bell rang and the students around hurried to get into seats before the teacher walked in. It resulted in knocked over chairs and banged knees but that what they get for not being smart and wait until the last minute to actually start finding seats. When the teacher walked in, everyone stopped talking and sat up straight. Oh great, its going to be one of those teachers, the kind that acts like they're high and mighty and will whoop your ass if so much as breath in their direction. Mrs.Dosprey had long red curly hair that reached down to the small of her back and green framed square glasses. She had dark brown eyes and wore a red t-shirt and a dark red skirt with knee-high black socks and 5-inch black heels. She seemed unfazed by the overwhelming odor. She looked out at the sea of teenagers.

"Alright, kids I'm taking roll. So don't doze off or you'll be marked absent," she said as in a monotone voice.  Is this what a poor character looks like? Boring and bland with a flat personality? The students said nothing. She looked down at her clipboard. "When I say your name please say where you are from and what grade you're in."

She called out names and people responded. most of the kids were 3rd of 4th years, with one or two 2nd years and one 1st year. I waited for the teacher to say my name and I replied nonchalantly, not really caring for any of this. She started talking about the class, class rules, what was expected of us and other things no one cared about. I looked around the class at some of my classmates. Arthur was writing something down, the girl next to me was doodling in her book, some students were passing notes when the teacher wasn't looking. Then my eyes landed on a boy. I couldn't remember his name but he was from Germany. He had blue eyes and blond hair. He wore a black shirt with a green hoodie. He looked really nice. 

The teacher hummed, everyone's attention went towards her, dropping whatever they were doing and instead putting their energy into focusing on her. "Alright. I'm going to give you your partners for the year, any project I give to you requires a partner. You will only work with this person." she started calling out people names. Poor Arthur got put with a girl who was more interested in her phone than anything else. She got to mine and yelled out in her monotone voice: "Feliciano Vargas and Ludwig Bielschmidt!"

That was his name! I stood up and walked over the German, who looked as though he was already looking for me. I ran over to him "Your Ludwig right?"

He looked down at me. "Yes. I'm Presuming you're Felicano?" he asked me. I nodded and I studied his features more closely. He had amazing icy blue eyes, and a well-chiseled face and pretty blond hair. He looked muscular and had a thick German accent. 

"Yes. It wonderful meeting you!" 

"Get to know your partner. Talk about your summer or whatever..." Mrs. Dosprey yelled out to the students. She was obviously bored with her job. I mean, who wants to police around 26 teenagers? Certainly not me.

"So what did you do for summer?" Ludwig asked.

"I mostly stayed home, but my father did take me and my brothers to America for about a 2 weeks. We stayed in Denver, Colorado and had tea at the Brown Palace, which is like this really fancy hotel, to celebrate my brother getting into RIA. It had this big chandelier in the main lobby and it was really gorgeous! I thought Colorado was just snow and mountains but man do they have beautiful historical buildings!" I left out the part about how that while they were there, Denver's Pride Festival was going on. I stayed in the hotel room while Father and Lovi went and protested with some other random people. They came back after 2 hours. Dad then left to get food and Lovi broke down. He locked himself in the bathroom and sobbed and cried for about an hour before coming out and curling up on the bed. 

"Sounds nice."

"So you?"

"Not much really." He fiddled with his coat sleeve.

"Not a very social person are you," I asked.

"Yeah. I prefer solitude." We stayed silent. I looked around the classroom. Other kids weren't even talking to their partners and others were being extremely obnoxious and loud. 

I turned back to Ludwig. He would be a perfect model to paint. Good body, nice eyes, amazing hair. He was gorgeous. He looked scary, yet he seemed shy and awkward. He was perfect. I felt my cheeks heat up, my heart soar, my stomach flipped. Oh my god. 

I think I fell in love with a person I just met, and I don't know how to feel about it.