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Chapter XIII

~Lovino's Perspective~

I was surrounded by a deep, dark abyss of nothing.

I couldn't see my own body there, it was as if I was just a soul or something. Surely, I must be dreaming again.

"Lovi . . ." A sweet voice echoed out of the darkness.

Behind the haze of the black mist, the glow of a figure had just barely shined through the curtain. The figure eventually came into focus, and I could recognize her the minute I saw her eyes.

Antoniette.

Her image was still blurry, I could only make out her face in front of me, but I could also see myself too. Those emerald colored eyes of hers were mesmerizing. But, there was something rather odd about the position she was in. Her deep brown hair lay loose and sprawled out onto the surface she lay on, and the look of strain was hazily floating upon her eyes. She seemed filled with pain only a moment later when her eyes snapped shut and I felt what seemed like fingernails being pushed into the skin of my back. A moan escaped her lips, which made me rethink what she was feeling.

". . . L-Lov-i . . ."

My mind went blank with shock. I now realized what was happening.

Wake up, goddamn it! This can't be happening! Snap out of it! This is just a dream, you're not really doing this with her!

I mentally shouted at myself.

And before I knew it, my dream had faded into the haze and became complete darkness once again.

I jolted out of my sleep, sitting upright from where I lay immediately and feeling the beads of cold sweat lightly scattered across my forehead. The headache slapped me right then, making me let out a small groan and hunch forward with my forehead resting in both of my hands.

I rigidly breathed as I tried to slow my heartbeats.

I shook my head, trying to deny what I had just seen.

Antoniette . . . helpless . . . spawled out across the floor . . . panting and moaning-

I took it upon myself to physically slap myself in the face. I sound just as perverted as that Francis guy that she hangs out with!

I'm a stupid son of a bitch.

Later That Day . . .

It's been an entire week since I've talked to Antoniette, and that was when she was half asleep and completely exausted. I've been hesitating over and over again to talk to her about this.

I'm just worried about the negatives.

She could reject me.

She could hate me forever.

She could never want to see my face again.

Imagining those things happening brings a strange feeling to me. I don't like it at all. It's not right.

If I'm really falling in love with this girl, then she deserves to know what I'm feeling. If she isn't feeling the same way . . . I honestly don't know what I will do.

The day was unravelling itself in such a slow speed. I had barely been able to make it through second period without dying of boredom inside. I tried doodling in my notebook, but lets just face it; I'm not artistic. It was pretty hard to try and sleep when that dream was trying to seep it's way back into my thoughts again.

Don't you dare think about it, motherfucker.

Antoniette sat in her spot about three or four desks away from where I sat. I silently observed her as she started randomly sketching in what appeared to be her notebook. She obviously liked to draw. And she is really good at it. I've seen some of her stuff.

For some reason, I felt the urge to get up and sit closer to her. I just needed to talk to her for a couple minutes, or even, for the rest of the period. This boredom thing was affecting me too much. I nearly resorted to toying with my hair, but that would be really stupid with my curl there and all. I've never really . . . touched it before. It was one time when my sorella wanted to see what would happen, so she just lightly yanked on it. My reaction to that? Well . . . felt like someone was . . . touching me . . . in just the right spot . . .

Don't you dare think about it!

I nearly yelled my head off at Feliciana when she did. It just ticked me off right then and there, even though it felt really good. Then she said that she had the same reaction when she accidentally pulled her own curl before.

I swear, I could feel my curl twitching just now.

I remember that after I had fallen asleep on Antoniette's couch, I woke up right when she was in the middle of expirimenting with my curl. God, it felt so good, but I couldn't will myself to stop her. Thank goodness she had stopped or I would've ended up yelling at her.

So, yeah, the class went on slow.

I ended up napping for the rest of the class, thankfully not encountering that dream again, and woke just in time to see Antoniette storming out of the room with a cold atmosphere surrounding her.

What's gotten into her?

I got out of the room and observed as Antoniette walked over to her locker and opened it up, just gathering her needed textbooks and other supplies.

She turned her head to Francis, who had approached her locker with a few girls staring and standing only about five feet away from the Frenchman. They seemed to talk about something for a minute, but Francis mentioned something that seemed to drag the color out of Antoniette's cheeks. She said it loud enough for my ears to hear.

"N-no! It's not like that! We're just friends!"

What the hell was she talking about?

Alice approached her from the opposite side of Francis and leaned against the locker with her shoulder bag hanging on her side.

They spoke for a minute or two, then Alice had shouted something like:

"WOULD YOU STOP CALLING ME THAT, YOU DAMN FROG?!"

She was obviously yelling at Francis, whom in response, shrugged his shoulders and spoke again.

Alice took Antoniette's wrist and pulled her away from the Frenchman and walked with her in the other direction. Antoniette tried not to trip for the first few steps but she balanced herself while that British girl held onto her.

Where were they going?

It looked like they were going to the Library or something.

I took a deep breath and sighed before heading off to my dorm room.

I had the next hour to kill, so I decided to spend it in my room.

I was glad they gave the students this extra hour of free time. I had time to do whatever I wanted. And the best of all . . .

I could catch up on my sleep!

I can never seem to get enough sleep at night.

Then again . . . no one really can . . . at least not at my age . . .

I had gotten into my dorm and felt a sense of drowsiness already coming over me. I immediately shuffled my way over to the bed and fell back onto it without using any effort or energy. I let out a sigh as I stared up to the ceiling. My body felt like it was on a cloud. I loved the comfy feeling underneath me.

. . . man, I'm bored . . .

What am I going to do? I can't seem to fall asleep right now for some reason.

Maybe I could do something that will make me tired.

The first idea that slipped into my thoughts was completing homework, but I wanted to tire myself out, not kill myself.

I groaned and rolled over onto my right side, regretting it the minute I even took action.

SON OF A BITCH!

I immediately turned myself onto the other side of my body, the side I usually slept on, and held my teeth locked together as I clutched the sheets beneath me. I had forgotten momentarily which side my curl was on.

I felt it twitching like mad on the right side of my head.

Now I didn't feel tired at all. I felt more alert than usual.

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Translations:

Sorella - Sister in Italian