I guess my brother's dumb dance is already here. Or at least around the corner.
He started announcing it to the classes. He talked about how it'll be "so much fun" and "there's music and food and dancing" and "everybody is encouraged to bring a date". I might be sick. I hope to god the day of the dance I get sick.
Because if I don't, I have to go, date or no date, because I'm a class rep and it looks good to the students if the representatives go. Dances are the dumbest thing I've ever heard of! Not to mention all that's been talked about lately is the stupid Spring Social and how they want to ask this person and they wanna wear this. It's sickening, really. The music is probably going to be horrible, too. It'll feel that way especially now that I've started enjoying heavier rock and some screamo. There's no way dances play that kind of music.
Plus, Antonio talks to me MORE now! It's almost like he wants me to go with him, or something utterly ridiculous like that. Blegh. Literally every time he sits with me I can hear girls pout or complain about how they missed their shot. I swear I HATE Antonio sometimes. The stuff he keeps bringing up is the same bullshit.
"Hola, Lovino!" He says as he cheerily sits next to me. Some girl somewhere behind us pouts as he does so. "Are you excited for the-"
"No." I cut off a bit harshly. "If you intend on discussing it I am leaving."
"But it's in less than a week! It's all everybody's talking about, Lovi!" He said, whining a bit himself.
Like last time, I slam my book on the table as I stand up. "Goodbye Anton-" but I realize "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU CALL ME?!"
He was taken aback. "Que es mal? It is only a nickname, amigo!"
"I hate that nickname!" My face must've been bright red. I was fuming.
"Pero, your brother calls you that-" He clearly didn't get what I meant.
"I despise being called 'Lovi' and my fratello knows that!" I got up from there and left. I suppose it was a good thing Feliciano wasn't in the room to hear me say such a thing. I was storming across campus, not knowing that Antonio was following me.
I had almost reached my secret spot when he stopped me. "Are you even going with anyone to the Spring Social?" He asked, luckily not too loudly. If I had walked any more, he would've found my spot. I almost had a heart attack.
"ABSOLUTELY. NOT." I said, not too loud but severe. "I don't even want to go in the first place! I only have to because Feliciano won't shut up about it! He says I have to do it because I'm class representative, even though I didn't want the damn position in the first place! So before I have to touch you, stop talking about the damn dance and leave me alone!" I was panting. Hard. That took a lot for me to rant it all at once. Antonio was shocked at me. He didn't even know I had it in me.
His eyes were so full of sadness; not because I yelled at him, but because of how alone and bitter I sounded. How bitter I was about having to socialize. He did what everybody did. Felt sorry. Pitied me. It was the look he got every time he remembered he'd forgotten me. Because for some ungodly reason, he was the only one to notice. It was the look in his eyes he got when I almost died because, like everyday of my life, everyone forgot I existed. Except he would always remember. But every time he did, it was almost too late.
The bell rang shortly after, signaling for us to return to class. Antonio looked like he was going to say "I'm sorry" but instead left. I stood there, shaking. Once the courtyard had cleared, I fell to my knees, and sat there for a while, clutching my head in my hands.