The Prince and His Pauper

Chapter 62: The Pauper Tells the Truth

Antonio wants to talk me. Alone. What the heck?! Why?! I thought he didn't want me to be around him anymore? Why does he suddenly want to talk to me? Did someone convinced him? It could be Leo. He had been telling me that he was going to try to get Antonio to talk to me again after he found out about our last conversation.

I have been meaning to talk to Antonio ever since my other self gave me the idea to search him online. Though, I didn't have the courage to do it for a couple of reasons. One, I didn't want to be accused as a stalker if I found anything about Antonio and his family online. Two, I'm pretty sure Antonio could use that as a way to get that restraining order he threatened to get. That's honestly it.

Besides, I don't think I'll find anything useful online about Antonio. It sounds like a good idea, but who actually looks up someone? Someone who goes to their school? The best case scenario would be that I find one of his social media accounts. If Antonio even has a social media account somewhere which I doubt he does. He always gave off being the private type of person.

To get back to the matter at hand, I don't know what made Antonio want to talk to me after he had that panic attack at the restaurant. However, I'm not going to pass up the opportunity to talk to him just because I think he's acting weird. So, I gave him an answer that I hoped he wouldn't regret about later.

"Um, if you want to, then yeah. Do you want to talk during lunch?" I reply as I noticed how happy he looked from hearing that.

"That sounds perfect. I'll wait for you after government then." Antonio states with a smile and heads to his seat.

Something happened, I immediately thought because Antonio's reaction is a lot different now than it was a few days ago. There is no other explanation for this sudden change of attitude. What could have happened to him between then and now, I wonder?

This question was in my mind all day which made it feel like time was going by slow. By the time it was fourth period, time went even slower. I was beginning to get impatient with class because I wanted to know why Antonio wanted to meet up with me. When I heard the bell ring to signal the end of class, I quickly packed up my things in a matter of seconds. I turned around to face Antonio to ask him, "Do you still want to talk to me?"

"Of course." Antonio confirms, a big wave of relief washing over me. I really thought that he would change his mind about this meetup.

A smile formed on my face while I watched Antonio put his things inside his messenger bag. Once he was done, he got up but allowed me to walk down the aisle first. I got up then headed towards the exit where I waited for Antonio to lead me the way. He was the one that wanted to talk to me so I'll let him choose where we should have our talk.

Antonio seemed to understand me as he took the lead with me following right beside him. While we were walking, I felt my hands brushing against Antonio's a few times. I wanted nothing more than to grab his hand and hold on tightly in my own. Except, I know that probably won't end well for me if I did so I brought my hand to clasp the strap of my messenger bag. It helped a little, but now I kept trying to sneak a few glances at Antonio.

Every time I snuck a glance, Antonio kept his gaze forward and never showed that he was aware of what I was doing. That stung a little since it would also mean that he probably didn't feel the same yearning I did when our hands kept touching. He won't remember how warm his hand felt on mine or how it felt like we were a perfect fit. Or that whenever we hugged, it felt like the world stopped and there was no one else except us. The two of us just basking in the peaceful warmth of our embrace.

I wish I can hug him just one more time. . . I find myself wishing when I felt something dragging me off somewhere. I looked up to see Antonio had my arm and we were inside an empty classroom. When did we get here?