Chapter 17
After Antonio and I shared our problems with each other we grew closer than ever before. We had different classes but that didn't stop us from seeing each other besides on the roof. We skipped usually one class during the morning just so we can talk; Antonio was terribly kind to do that. You see, he has his favorite class in the morning. But he skips it for me. For me. I don't understand why he does though. I have been getting lots of flashbacks from more and more things. I can't find what is triggering them and it's so fucking draining. Feliciano thinks I should go back on meds, but I don't need them. I'll be fine.
During lunch, I am shocked. When I go up to the roof, Antonio isn't there. Maybe he is still in class? I wonder. About 20 minutes pass and I give up waiting. Where could the bastard be? He was here all morning. Should I ask his friends? I go downstairs and to the cafeteria. Scanning the room, I spot his friends at the corner table.
I walk up to them hesitantly and ask, "Um. Do you know where Antonio is?"
"He left." The silver haired one said. If I am not mistaken his name is Gilbert.
"W-When?"
"About a few minutes ago." The blond one says and I recognize him as that French bastard who tried to rape me. Francis.
"Oh.. Err thanks." I begin to walk away when a force brings me back to the table.
"Sit." Gilbert says and I sigh and take a seat next to him.
"What?"
"Why do you want to know where Antonio is?"
I swallow. "Because bastard, he's my friend and we usually have lunch together."
"Just be aware, if Antonio leaves early, he has problems. And I wouldn't really worry about it." Francis says, running a hand through his hair.
"Why wouldn't I worry? He's my fucking friend for god's sake! Don't you worry about your friend when they leave early?" I snap. Are these assholes that cold-hearted?
"Well he's been doing this for the past 3 years and he always returns." The German asswipe says and I glare at him. I get up from the table, and storm out of the cafeteria.
Why the fuck is Antonio friends with these guys? They're horrible! They don't even care about him the least. Or maybe they're too lazy. Even if they were lazy, it's just proper to care about someone! Wow, I never knew I would think this way. It's all Antonio's fault, dammit. I take out my phone and as soon as I am about to text the Spaniard, I get a call from him.
"Where the fuck are you?" I hiss into the phone before he can say anything.
"Lo siento Lovi. I had to go home."
"Why?"
I hear a deep breath, "My father got sick."
"Who cares? And why can't your brother take care of him?"
"Even though my father hates me, I care. And my brother is out. Probably getting a fix." Antonio says annoyed. He has to take care of everything himself. I wish there was something I could do.
"Can I do anything?"
"It's fine really. There's nothing to do."
"Are you coming over for dinner?" I ask.
"Most likely. Adios, I love you." He says and hangs up and leaves me with another thing to think about.
What do his 'I love you's' mean?