A love to die for.

Chapter 3: Lorenzo Carvalli.

I'm sitting under a tree with a French textbook on my lap. The sun has been shining down on me for almost the whole time I've been outside. It is lunchtime, but I didn't make any friends yet. This is only my second day of school. People are always cautious with being friends with the newbie. And in this case, that newbie is me. Lucky me.
Austin, who is sort-of a friend of mine, is nowhere to be seen. Thus, now I sit outside, on my own. Quiet, yet peaceful. I sigh as the bell rings to let everyone know that it is time for the dreadful lessons.

I look at the paper schedule in my hand. Psychology. Hmm. Maybe that's how I will change back to myself again, if I actually understand myself. As soon as the thought crosses my mind, it disappears again. I shook my head almost invisible. Stop thinking about it.

I walk back inside the building. The coldness of the building makes me shiver in comparison with the sun I had been sitting in a minute ago.
As I walk to room 127, I feel someone suddenly walking beside me. I turn my head and my eyes meet with Austin's. "Hey. Where were you in the break? I couldn't find you." He asks. I smile from the inside. I love how he even remembers me, let alone the fact that he missed me during the lunch. "I was outside. I was looking for you inside, but couldn't find you either. I just sat down underneath a tree, while learning my French in the lovely sun." I smile. We start walking another set of stairs. "Aha, is that so? Well, here's my phone-" He stops in his traces and I follow his example.

He gives me his phone to enter my phone number. I glance at him one more time, before adding my number into his address book. "Great! Next time I can't find you, or you can't find me, we'll text or call and then you won't have to sit alone under that tree anymore." He smiles. "Thanks. You're the only one I actually, sort of, know so... I appreciate it." I smile back. "Which class do you have right now?" "Psychology." "Oh, I have science right now. Anyway, I'll see you again some time. Bye." I tell him goodbye and turn left to the right hall where room 127 is.

I enter the classroom and find that no one else is there yet. The bag of the teacher is on their desk, but he/she isn't here right now. "Oh, hi. You're nice on time." I turn around and see the teacher standingin the doorway. He smiles. "Yeah, well... the bell rang so I went on my way to class." I laugh uncomfortably. "It's okay. You're new, right?" He takes a stack of paper out of his bag and steals a glance at me. I nod. "Yes. It's my first week, obviously." I inform him. "Then you must be..." "Sybil." We both say at the same time. The next second, the room fills with our laughter.

"Mr. Brew." he smiles. "Well, it's a great pleasure to meet you, Sybil...?" "Erins, Sybil Erins." I reach to shake his hand, which he does firmly. "Nice name." "I suppose so." I smile. He nods thoughtfully, but doesn't get a chance to answer any further, since other students start to fill the room.
While everyone is taking a seat, I decide to sit down at an empty table, aside from another empty table.
"If I may..." he starts, waiting for the silence to fall down. "It's a new school year folks, and how to better start it than with a brand new project?" he announces. "Now, hold on with all the vendetta's that you're starting against me within your head and listen. Because, this year, your final year-" everyone starts to yell with excitement. "So, this year, will be the year where you get to know yourself. Because, obviously, you know your name, your parents, your whole origin etc. But start to think about who you really are. Underneath every cover, there is a story written waiting to be read. Keep this mind." He starts to walk around the classroom, while continuing his story.
"This new project will take almost all year. It will start now, and end around a month before your graduation. All the details and things like that will be told later, somewhere next week. Until then, I want you to pair up with someone you don't really know, that's why I've made the pairs." Some people react with the typical grunts and eye rolls.

"Alright. Eve and William, Genevieve and Frederick. Arkin and Paula. Paige and Bayani..." He continues, but I zoom out until I hear him call my name. Shit, with who am I? I missed the name before me. Well I guess I'll find out soon enough. Just as Mr. Brew finishes his sentence, the door opens and a tall posture enters the classroom. Mr. Brew his head doesn't even turn around as if he already knows who's standing at the door. Which he probably does. "Come on in, Mr. Carvalli. We don't have all day." He sighs while filing a few papers. I recognize the guy from Art class and he sits down next to me. He lies back in his chair with his hands behind his head. "Hey, do I know you?" he asks. But before I get to answer, Mr. Brew interrupts our conversation. "Mr. Carvalli, you're already late so please do behave and pay attention." "Fine." he murmurs. He leans forward and comes close.

When he is almost touching my face with his nose and his mouth touching my ear, he whispers the words; "Do I recognize you from somewhere? Another class or something?" "Uhm... I don't-"
"Alright, Mr. Carvalli and Ms. Erins, Erins was it right?" I nod annoyed. "Last warning for the both of you. Ms. Erins, this isn't the best way to start your school year here, and as for you; Mr. Carvalli? You should know by now that I don't tolerate you talking through my lesson all the time. Especially after you've been warned before." Mr. Brew tells us off. I roll my eyes as soon as he turns his back, back to the whiteboard writing something down.

"It's from Art class! Now I remember you. You're new aren't you?" "Jeez, do you hack into the school's system every now and then just to see if any new girl has entered? Is that how you flirt with them?" I answer him.
He laughs hard, a little too hard because Mr. Brew turns around with a face that tells me that we will be out of this classroom within a minute. "Out. Now. The both of you. I've warned you enough already. You can go to the principal, he will tell you what punishment you will get because of this behaviour." He tells us as if we are parasites. I roll my eyes again and take my stuff, put it in my bag and start to walk to the door. I don't even bother waiting for Mr. Carvalli, I have to ask his name, since he didn't have to pack his bag; he hadn't bothered taking out his stuff at the beginning of the lesson. He follows me quite quickly, as I expected, and we exited the classroom.

"Now you know my name, though, I don't know yours." I subtly ask. He laughs and starts walking beside me. "Lorenzo. But just call me Enzo. All my friends do." He answered. "Oh and we're friends now apparently?" I ask. He turns left and I follow him blindly. "You're Italian? Or your parents at least?" I continue. He stops in his traces and I follow his example. "You don't know? Like, you seriously do not know? This isn't some kind of joke?" he asks me, again with that amused look on his face. "Know what? A joke?" I ask dumbfounded. He shakes his head, "Never mind." He starts to walk again and I, as new as I am and thus don't know the way, follow him again. He stops after he has turned a corner to the right, in front of a big brown door. In fancy calligraphic was written the word; principal.

He knocks and a tall man opens the door. As he scans 'Mr. Carvalli' and me, flashes of disappointment and surprise cross his face. "Come in. Take a seat."

We both sit down in big brown chairs, which are pretty comfy. The principal takes seat in his own leather chair and crosses his hands on top of the table. "Now, do tell me; to what do I owe the pleasure of the both of you meeting me today?" He doesn't look surprised. On the contrary even. "Well, dad" Lorenzo starts. Wait, what?

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