Lorenzo's Lucky Number

6| handsome stranger 2

I'm not clingy. Not at all.

But Lorenzo hasn't texted or called me in almost two days, and he always makes an effort to communicate with me without fail. That's long enough to start worrying, right?

I sat on my favourite armchair in the corner of the library. I've come here so many times it was almost like a second home; whenever I saw someone else in my spot it put me in a bad mood.

I propped my feet up on the table in front of me and gazed beyond the window. I watched the continuous flow of cars below and let it hypnotize me—until I spotted a Jeep and thought of Lorenzo. I felt like I was burning inside without him.

A flurry of thoughts were attacking my mind and I couldn't get rid of them. I admit, we went too fast and now I'm attached; I relied on him, and without him now I felt empty.

I have a lot of friends, a lot of which I am close to. But I had my fun during the earlier parts of summer and now...now I study. Now I prepare for university. Now I isolate myself from everybody and study my ass off to please my mom.

Lorenzo made this part of summer better, but now he's gone and I'm forced to suffer the consequences of being naïve.

He's not gone, something just happened. I Kept telling myself. Wait, I could've visited his apartment to check on him... was I a bad girlfriend for not doing that?

I closed my eyes and took deep breaths in an attempt to calm the storm in my mind. But another thought popped up.

What if this was all a game to him? Surely Lorenzo could have any girl he wants. Hell, whenever we went out together in public places, girls would constantly oogle him. I was just another girl, who fell too quick and too hard for Lorenzo De Luca. What if he had his fun, got bored of me, and simply left?

And just like that, I was on the verge of tears. I hated crying in public places, but I was in my spot and I needed to let loose. The tears poured and poured. I didn't bother sobbing, I just sat there staring at the opposite wall with water overflowing from my eyes.

"Hey, um...you good?"

I was so fixated on the wall I didn't notice a figure creeping up on me in my peripheral vision, but I didn't flinch when he spoke. I just sat there and waited for him to take the hint and leave.

But you didn't always get what you wanted.

He settled into the matching armchair right across from mine, making it difficult for me to ignore him. I finally gave in and looked at him, expressionless.

He was certainly attractive but I didn't care. He had chocolate skin and tight jet black curls; which reminded me of Lorenzo even though they were nothing alike. He had arched eyebrows, giving him an intimidating look—the opposite of Lorenzo, who always looked calm and collected. His dark eyes pierced into mine, awaiting my answer.

I removed my feet from the table and placed them on the floor.

"No. I'm not." I said blankly.

"Wanna talk about it?"

He had the same hopeful tone in his voice, just like the time Lorenzo...why did I keep comparing him to Lorenzo?!

"It's fine. About my...my boyfriend." I tested him.

I could call him that because he wasn't here. We haven't really talked about what technically are, yet we call each other things like baby, babe, hun, honey...

"Aaand there it is. Imma dash. Nice knowing you." He abruptly stood up. Still, I remained indifferent.

"I'm kidding, baby girl, don't worry." He laughed as he sat back down. I didn't worry at all. And you don't get to call me that. I gave him the tiniest smile just to not come off as a bitch.

"You gone tell me what he did?"

I let his question linger in the air before I decided to give him something.

"Been ignoring me for two days."

"Two days?! Ion know if you girls do this, but us guys want a break sometimes, you know?"

"He's not like that."

"All guys are like that. Either way, you gonna be all moody and depressed and shit all day, so you wanna go grab a drink?"

Why the hell not?

I gave him a smile, as if to say exactly that. "Tim's?"

"You already know," he grinned from ear to ear, "I'm Lucious, by the way."

"Evelina."

***

Just as we were about to order, he turned to me with a somewhat panicked look on his face.

"You got money, right? Cause you sweet and all but I just met you so-"

"Excuse me? Your order?" the girl behind the counter asked, capturing Lucious' attention.

To be honest, I haven't even thought of paying. I've just been going with this without a worry; a trait I unknowingly picked up from Lorenzo.

"A medium iced capp and..."

He turned to me and asked me what I wanted with a look.

"Oh, uh, a medium creamy chocolate chill please." I said, looking at him with a mischievous glint in my eyes.

"That sounds expensive."

"Also, I forgot my wallet." I said with a flirtatious edge and a smirk...something I never would've done without the newly gained confidence from Lorenzo. I have to admit, it felt nice.

He playfully groaned, "just this time, aight?"

Once our drinks were made, we took them and sat down at a table for two. I looked at Lucious and for a second...I imagined it were Lorenzo instead. I brushed that off real quick. If it were Lorenzo, I'd order small.

"Feelin' better?"

This was a nice distraction, but I couldn't escape the everlasting pain that easily. Pushing that aside, I giggled daintily...and that was when I decided to mess with him for fun.

"You gotta try a lot harder, boy." I teased.

He smiled and bit his lip. It was clear he was into me. I knew it was wrong...but why not have some fun with this?

"Okay, okay." he said, raising his eyebrows jokingly.

He leaned in closer to me from across the table, and I mirrored him. We were about five centimetres apart.

"I got something I wanna show you, then."

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