I woke up this morning as usual. Great, another school day. As I got out of bed, my phone rang, making me jump. Why did I set it to a guy screaming? The world may never know.
I got ready for school, wearing a black hoodie with some blue jeans. Like clothes mattered. Well, maybe for him, that is. He was handsome, slicked back blond hair, the most beautiful blue eyes, my heart fluttered at the thought of him.
Sadly, my boring brownish red hair and brown eyes (Like mud, in my own opinion) weren't good enough for him. I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if he was taken/
I sighed. The only problem with liking him was, well, my brother. He HATED him with a burning passion, just because of his ethnicity! "We're Italians, Feliciano! Don't let him change that!? He tells me, but I don't listen.
I left the house, skipping breakfast. I hope Lovino didn't see me skip out, though.
I headed to the school, not a word from my mouth. Hopefully Ludwig would notice me today...