Something Immortal

☤Chapter 2- Infatuation☤

You slowly opened your eyes, squinting at the sunlight hitting them. You stretched your arms, yawning. You sat at the toilette and saw what mess your hair was in. You grabbed your brush and combed your hair until it looked decent enough. You took the front hair and tied it behind your head with a light pink bow, keeping them away from your face.

You went to the bathroom and splashed water on your face, fully waking you up. You had to get dressed but couldn't do it alone. On the wall was a bell attached to a string. You gently pulled on it, making it ring a few times. A minute later someone knocked on the door. You opened it and a maid curtsied before you. You allowed her inside, closing the door.

You asked her for help putting your dress on, which she happily obliged. She helped you tie the knots on your back, tieing them tight. You gasped a little, the air being squeezed out of you. You held your stomach, catching your breath.

She bowed and left, saying she'll go help prepare breakfast. You put on your shoes and headed to the dining room. When you arrived Jojo and Dio were already in their seats. Dio was reading a book while Jonathan was playing with the forks. Between them was one free space so you sat there. On your right was Jojo and on the left Dio.

"Good morning." you chirped.

"Good morning (Y/N)! Did you sleep well?" Jonathan asked.

"I slept well how about you Jojo?" you smiled.

"Same," he responded.

"How about you Dio?" Jonathan asked, looking behind you.

He just hummed, not really taking in what we were saying, immerged in the plot of the book. Jojo looked back at you and you shrugged not really knowing what to say. The cooks came out with trays of food prepared for you.

For breakfast, they served you porridge with a variety of fruit to choose from. Strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, blackberries, red currant. Next to it, they poured fresh green tea. You all ate in silence, the only sounds being the cutlery clinking against the plates or the refilling of a teacup.

After breakfast, Jonathan guided you to the library where the tutor was already waiting for you. Funnily enough, you sat again in the same order as before. The teacher opened up a map and immediately started talking about geography. You tried to listen and take notes as quickly as possible, but you weren't used to the lecture from another professor, he talked differently about the same topics you already learned at home. The only thing you could hope for was that you had an impeccable memory.

After an hour and a half, he gave you 20 questions to answer, you had 15 minutes to complete them. When you saw how simple the questions sounded, you grinned from ear to ear. You were 100% percent sure about 18 of them, so you weren't that worried.

He collected your papers and started correcting them. You noticed his brows creased when he noticed an error, clicking his tongue while the three of you waited anxiously for the results. Or more like you and Jonathan waited anxiously while Dio had a smug smile on his face.

"Some of you did better than others." the tutor scoffed.

"Jonathan, you need to pay more attention! 12/20 is passable, but do you want to be passable or outstanding?" he scolded.

"(Y/N), not bad, 18/20, I understand that you're used to a different type of lecture, I hope you'll get used to mine," he gave you a small smile.

"Dio, almost perfect. 19/20. I'm very happy with your results," he clapped his hands, eyes filled with amusement.

When you turned to Dio, you didn't see the satisfaction in his gaze, no, you saw hatred. Why was he so pissed off? He clutched his hands so tightly that his knuckles turned white. You quirked your brows, not understanding his emotions.