Summary:
At Antonio's collage, he's starting to get tired of taking the same class over and over, that is until a new teacher comes into the scene.
Antonio awoke to the loud screeching of his alarm clock. He groaned in anger and flipped himself over to press the snooze button. He stared in silence up at ceiling.
Uhg, it's going to be a long day… he thought to himself.
He swung his feet over the side of the bed and stretched. He let out a loud (and rather exaggerated) yawn.
Just one more month… he thought.
He should've been out of collage by now, but of course, being the dense idiot he was, he always failed one class. This one class being English. He didn't think it was fair at all, he was Spanish, he had always spoken Spanish, so English was harder for him. But the teachers in collage are much tougher and won't cut him any slack, he even tried tutors, but they all got distracted by his looks or they simply weren't good enough teachers, as a result, he always ended up having to take the class over again. There was only one more month until graduation and at the rate he was going, he would fail again.
Antonio sighed in frustration. "Arg why is English so damn hard?!" he yelled.
He was actually pretty good with speaking English, it was…well, everything else that made him fail. The punctuation, the prepositions, all the other bullshit.
He slowly trudged over to his dresser and pulled a gray T-shirt over his head and slipped on some faded jeans. He wasn't feeling particularly flashy today. His English class was supposed to be getting a new teacher. It would probably be some grumpy old man. He wanted to make sure he didn't get called on.
He walked to the bathroom and quickly combed through his hair and fixed it with his fingers. He slipped on his converse and grabbed his bag. He about to run out the door when he realized that he hadn't eaten breakfast. He glanced over at the clock. He wouldn't have had enough time to eat it anyway. He quickly locked his apartment door and ran down the steps. He had to make sure he wouldn't get another detention for being late.
He waited patiently at the bus stop, listening to his ipod. Finally, his bus arrived. He calmly walked onto the bus but found he couldn't sit down anywhere.
Huh, it's not normally this crowded on here… but whatever. He thought as he shrugged and grabbed hold of one of the handles to keep him steady.
He was happily listening to his music when the bus came to an abrupt stop, causing him to topple over onto someone else.
He heard the small person beneath him say "Ow! Fuck you're heavy!" in a thick Italian accent. Antonio began sputtering apologies as he scrambled to his feet. He stuck his hand out to help the small Italian up (at least he thought he was Italian), but the young man just glared at him and helped himself up.
"I-I'm really, really sorry!" Antonio continued.
"Just shut up, I get it." The angry Italian said as he held up a hand to silence the noisy Spaniard.
The Italian picked up his bag and dusted himself off.
"Um… By the way, I'm Antonio Carriedo." Antonio said, sticking his out for a hand shake.
"Why the fuck do you think I care who you are, bastard?" The Italian snapped.
Antonio was taken a little aback from the Italians response, but non-the-less, he continued to smile and hold his hand out.
The Italian let out a frustrated sigh and rolled his eyes. He grabbed Antonio's hand quickly shook it, "Lovino Vargas." He practically murmured.
"Nice to meet you, Lovi~!"
"It's LOVINO! Who the hell do you think you are?" Lovino snapped
"Sorry, Sorry… I guess it's just a habit of giving people cute nicknames." Antonio smiled apologetically, studying the features of the man in front of him. Big brown eyes with flecks of gold in them, pale skin, slender body, he wasn't muscular like Antonio, but he wasn't scrawny, and this one odd curl that stuck out of his dark brown hair. He felt this odd urge to pull the curl, but of course that would be rude.
Lovino had opened his mouth to say something about him staring at him, but they had come to their stop and everyone was rushing off.
"Bye~ Lovino~" Antonio shouted as he exited the bus.
Lovino twitched
What the hell is wrong with that guy? Lovino thought to himself as he stepped off the bus.
Wow he was beau- wait what?! No he was going to say b…b… bashful! Yeah that's it, he seemed shy… Antonio shook his head, trying to clear his head from his alien thoughts.