Chapter One: Golden Eyes
Antonio
"Hay un vaso de agua," Antonio replied to the teacher in a boring tone. Spanish, Spanish, Spanish. He already spoke the language. So why was he in this class? Oh, right. An easy A. It was one less grade to worry about that semester. But still, it was so boring.
Spanish was his first class, and he was still tired. He got only three hours of sleep the night prior, and though he had gotten less sleep than that and been perfectly fine, he was unusually exhausted.
The smile that he usually shone hung loosely on his lips. It's hard to keep grinning when your eyes are threatening to seal shut every thirty seconds.
"Bueno, niños," the Spanish teacher began in her cheery tone. "Good work with the morning practice. The lesson we have today will connect a lot with the lesson we did on..." She dragged on in her Spanish accent. Mrs. Guadalupe was from Mexico, and she did have a pretty thick accent. Antonio hated Spanish accents. And he himself had a quite thick one. He despised it and went to speech classes to try to improve the horrendous impurity of his English words. The mere sound or mention of a Spanish accent made him jumpy and uncomfortable. Another reason why he hated this class. Though he tried to drown out Mrs. Guadalupe's words, something caught his ear.
"...And we also have a new student that should be coming in any minute now." Many children's ears perked up with excitement. The mention of a new student was always exciting. Many chattered in hush voices, wondering if they were a male or female, whether or not they would be hot, the usual new student buzz.
"Ahora, niños, I want you to treat this student respectfully, si? He comes from a different country and is very new to the area. We want to be as welcoming as possible. Ah, and behave por favor."
Some children snickered and whispers were heard, "Ha, he's probably some Mexican who crossed the border..."
Antonio ignored all their comments. Everyone thought that Antonio was a people-person. He really wasn't. He didn't like people, he just liked seeing them smile. In a good way, of course. Making someone smile or laugh at the expense of someone or something made him cringe.
After about another five minutes of boring class, he walked in.
Antonio's heart stopped.
He was... Beautiful.
Dark chocolate hair with a caramel tint, a small cute nose, a grumpy pout on his slightly outlined face, small build, and... His eyes.
His eyes were an unexplainable mix of green and brown. No, it was not hazel. Not in the least. He seemed to have dominantly light brown eyes. But when the sun hit them, they glinted a beautiful forrest green. Golden, Antonio decided. His eyes are golden.
"Hola!" Mrs. Guadalupe greeted enthusiastically. "Welcome to our class! Would you like to share your name, and where you're from?"
He glared at the teacher. His expression showed nothing but distaste.
He's so cute, Antonio thought.
"Lovino. Italy."
His voice made Antonio's blood run cold. It was so...raspy and exotic. And Italian? No wonder he was hotter than the jalapeños in his Aunt's salsa. Lovino was a beautiful name. It sounded so sexy and romantic, and it couldn't be more fitting.
"Lovino, you can take the seat right behind Elisa, next to Sean." Mrs. Guadalupe pointed to the empty seat. Antonio mentally cheered and jumped for joy.
Why exactly? Because even though they weren't technically next to each other, they were rather close. Mrs. Guadalupe's classroom was arranged in rows, with two kids in each column. Antonio's seat was right against the window, which he would often stare out of, and after the gap between columns, sat Lovino. Forget the window, now he had Lovino to stare at.
Lovino sat in his newly assigned seat, without a hint of a smile on his flawless face. His skin was milky smooth. Antonio almost wanted to reach out and caress his plump cheek. He held back, of course. That would probably not be the best first impression.
Nonetheless, he stole multiple glances throughout the remainder of the class. Lovino wore a black sweater with a band name on it, he owned a gray mechanical pencil, had very neat handwriting, and his last name was Vargas.
Lovino
He instantly hated everyone in the class. Lovino had taken Spanish classes before, and understood it fairly well, so this class would most likely not be too much of a challenge.
But most of the students seemed chatty and annoying. Everything about them fit perfectly into an American middle schooler category. Walking stereotypes.
The only one who seemed a bit….different, was some messy brune headed kid sitting close to him. Lovino hadn't quite gotten a good look at him for fear of being noticed, but there was something strange about him.
After pondering the subject for a couple minutes, he put it behind and decided it was creepy to think about someone like that for so long. But, he did conclude that he probably wasn't American.
After what seemed like an eternity, the bell rang. Though most students bolted out the door, Lovino took his time. He never liked rushing.
Once he had gathered his things to walk to his next class, he walked out. Unexpectedly, he got a tap on the shoulder. Turning his head to see who it was, he was temporarily out of breath.
It was that boy in his Spanish class. A bold smile framed his face, and his tan skin seemed to radiate light and warmth.
The boy was the first to speak. "You left this behind." He held up Lovino's gray mechanical pencil. Lovino could've sworn he had it in his pocket. Cautiously, he grabbed it.
"Thank you."
He was about to walk away when, "My name is Antonio. You're Lovino?"
Lovino nodded. He wasn't very good at talking to people. Hell, he couldn't even look him in the eyes.
But when he finally did, Lovino noticed two things about Antonio. One, he had very green eyes. Two, behind those astounding eyes, Antonio was attempting to hide what a smile could very easily do.
But eyes, they never lie.