AMY's POV:
Life turned back to 360... or should I say became normal again.
He came to class but didn't bother me, not even trying to look at me at all. Which is a good thing, right? I took notes, and he kept listening to lectures. I saw him talking to Nanon, the boy who sat on his right side. He's a good guy to have as a friend. As for the person sitting in the middle, I don't think I've ever seen him with anyone else in particular. Doesn't he have any friends?
Usually, guys hang out together after class. I saw many groups of boys in the canteen area, doing silly things while wasting their time. Bunch of losers! Only he was the loner in the whole college.
Even though Vincent Hart's reluctant to literally everyone, he is still famous in college. Girls like to talk about his looks and expensive clothes.
How do I know this? Well, Nanon and Joyelle like to gossip around. Both of them are my friends. We have two classes together. They are nice people, they treat me friendly, and join me to study in the library or garden area - even though they like to waste their time mostly talking about useless pieces of stuff, like shopping, eating, or gossiping a little bit about fellow beings. But still, they're nice haha...
Sighing, I stole some glances at him but he didn't even bother to look at me.
Something changed! Well, we were not friends or anything in the first place so...
"You wrote the date wrong."
"Oh!" I corrected my mistake.
Wait a minute! I turned my head to look at him. He talked to me!? A smile appeared on my face.
"Thanks," I said, he just nodded a little then turned his head to talk to the guy next to him. Nanon seems happy to talk to him.
That idiot! It was just yesterday when Nanon was complaining about His Highness, sitting in the middle, being arrogant, and whatnot. And today he was busy chattering with the same guy.
Double-faced dude! I just rolled my eyes while looking at them. I can't hear a single sentence of their interesting conversation. Well, Nanon will tell us later what they were talking about, me and Joy.
I was busy staring at them when someone poked me from behind. I turned around in my chair.
"Do you want to go get something to eat?" Joy asked while leaning towards me. I don't want to but I don't mind a little walk.
"Sure." I stood up grabbing my bag from the ground. Vincent Hart looked up at me almost immediately but I didn't look back.
"Hey, Nanon, we're going to the canteen. Do you want something?" Joy asked while throwing a paper ball at him to get his attention.
"Juice maybe..." Nanon threw back the ball at her but accidentally hit me. "Oppsie, my bad." He laughed at me. Idiot!
His Highness gave him an accusing glare. In my heart, I didn't want him to fight his newly found friend, so I started instead...
"You dare to laugh? Just you wait... I'll throw a freaking stone covered in paper at you, knocking all of your teeth out." I asserted, making Nanon's eyes widen in shock. He put his hand up to cover his stupid mouth, Joy clapped her hands while laughing hard even Vincent Hart laughed a little enjoying the scene.
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After buying some snacks and drinks, we were going back to the class when I saw Vincent Hart walking in the corridor. I held out a juice bottle to him, which I bought for him. He just looked at me with a blank face.
"I don't take things from strangers." He said while avoiding looking at me directly. Joy scoffed beside me while rolling her eyes. I just look at him, waiting for him to accept what I bought for him. He didn't move at all. Is he for real? Oh kay... Fine with me. Hell with him.
"Oh... I didn't know that. Maybe because we were strangers." I pressed on the last word a little too much. His eyes widened. Well, he didn't expect that from me, right?
Hah! Idiot trying to give me an attitude for no specific reason. But he should know better because I believe in give and take. If you want to give attitude then learn to take it back too.
"Let's go, Joy. Nanon is waiting for us," I said over my shoulder to her, still looking at his face. He didn't look that pleased. Well, as I said…hell with him. Who cares!
When I was getting passed by him, I did something I always wanted to do...
I freaking flipped my hair.
Joy chuckled a little, enjoying everything.
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I saw someone outside my classroom leaning against the wall. He was clapping his hands lightly without making any sound. Joy hurriedly went inside while I stopped to say hi.
"Hey, senior Vittorio!" I smiled. He shook his head lightly but returned my smile. "What are you doing here?" I was casually looking around when I paused.
A group of guys who were coming this way stopped and turned back while half walking half running away. Boys!
"I was just walking around then I saw a familiar figure, doing some severe glaring and hair flipping... you know?"
I placed my free hand to cover my eyes in embarrassment. He seems happy with what he witnessed.
"If you are here to tease me, then go back. I don't wanna talk to you." I felt my cheeks getting warm. He just throws his head back and laughs.
"Alright then let's talk about..." He looked around a little "...the bottle you are holding."
"Oh, this..." I don't want this anymore in my hand, it was not for me anyway. "..it's for you." I smiled widely.
"For me..?" He raised an eyebrow, looking at me suspiciously. I blinked in yes."Is it kind of returning?" He asked in a low but clear voice.
"..?"
"Are you giving this to me because last time I got you juice?" He didn't look pleased.
"Oh no no, it's not like that. Actually, I want to throw this away but the trash bin is too far from here. So I thought why don't I dump it on you? Hehehe..." I tell him the truth while grinning. Gawd, he was making a face worth watching. He looked at me like he wanted to... punch me?
"Did you just - indirectly - call me a trash bin?" He said in a chilled voice giving me goosebumps. I just nodded like an idiot. He glared at me fiercely.
Sheesh Amy, it's not a time for being honest. Where is the exit!?
"Should I apologize?" I thought.
"For what?" He heard it, damnit!
"...for not flattering you by lying and just being hopelessly honest." I was biting my lips waiting for him to say something. He remained silent, just kept looking at me.
I didn't dare to look up at his face at all. He took a deep breath, relaxing himself.
"You don't need to apologize." He ruffled my hair like he wasn't mad at me a second ago. And this ruffling thing is becoming our usual thing.
"I will be more formal and more careful next time, and never speak useless stuff around you," I stated half-heartedly... he's a senior after all.
"Don't do that... please." He said softly, making me look up at his face. "I like you better this way." He smiled a little, making my eyes widen, my mouth almost fell open.
Uh ohh.
"Please don't!"
"..."
"Just don't. Don't like me. Ever!" I pressed on the word "like".
He fell quiet at once. Did I say something wrong? He raised an amusing brow. Don't tell me he didn't mean what I thought...
Oh gawd!
Bloody secondhand embarrassment!
And this is one of the rarest moments when I don't mind if someone grabs my hand tightly and runs away... or simply kidnaps me.
The heaviest minute of my life later, he finally throws his head back and laughs out hard.
"..." Somebody kill me.
He rubbed his face while looking at me in disbelief. He looked so done with me. Even I can't complain about that. Next time when I see him either I will hide or just say hi and run the other way.
"Why are you so..." He tried to find the correct word in his vocabulary. "...crazily adorabile."
Oh damn! Just shoot me instead. No one in my whole damn life called me adorable, not even my parents. Being called crazy is not new to me but adorable! Seriously?
I wanted to ask him if he was trying to mess with me or what. Now I know what he felt like when I tried to treat him like a trash bin. I tried to tighten my fist on the damn bottle to crush it a little bit but damn... nothing happened.
Hell with the good quality of plastic bottles. I almost called the company to complain. I was lost in thoughts when he reached down and took the bottle from my hand.
"Grazie!" He smirked at me looking amused. He was definitely messing up with my head. He ruffled my bangs with his free hand once again and left, leaving me alone to stand in the hallway.
Alone!? Wait a sec… Where did everyone go?
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Vin's POV:
How dare she treat me like that!!!
I was just acting! I treated her like she was a stranger because my bodyguards were watching from a few meters away.
Aaarrggghhhhh!
I wanted to shout out as loud as possible for a human being. But for now, I just pretended to be fine, hiding my irritation completely. Rob and Dane were exchanging looks, thinking why I was so calm, and didn't ask them to kidnap the rude girl and make her feel sorry.
Well, I won't do that. She'll hate me for real if I ever did something like that to her. And it'll break my heart too so...
"Ciao, cugino pazzo!" I heard the voice that I hated to the hell and back.
I looked up at Carl and he was smiling for some reason. Did something good happen? Why is he happy while I'm suffering mentally!
"Sì, cugino sadico!" I faked a smile too.
"Why are you guys here outside?" He glanced at my guards.
"Complimenting the sky, why do you ask?" I glanced up at the sky.
Damn, sunlight! I almost get blind by just a little glance. He wanted to laugh at me, but I dared him to do that.
"Don't you feel hot here! Well, I have a drink if you're interested." He was holding a stupid bottle that looks pretty familiar.
My eyes widened for a fraction second. I looked at both Rob and Dane to see if they noticed too. Rob's expression didn't change but Dane's reaction gave away. His eyes widen and he keeps elbowing my robot as a single. Carl smirked looking at us.
"I don't want your cheap drink," I said in a loud voice. "Where did you get this anyway?" I tried to ask casually, showing zero curiosity.
"I just got this from my junior..." He replied, ignoring my rude remarks completely.
What is he trying to do? I narrowed my eyes on him.
"Junior? Huh? Are they good-looking?" I asked. He furrowed his brows. He didn't get what I just said, dimwit.
"Well, we Lucchese never take things from others. Not the cheap one at least. Unless..." I tried to intimidate him while smiling evilly "...the giver was pretty good-looking."
He narrowed his eyes a little but then smiled putting on a mask, which I could see through easily. "Should I call Erin?" I asked sweetly while tilting my face a little while staring at his face.
"I see what you're trying to do, crazy cousin! But don't worry it's not like that." He said casually.
"Well, that's not an answer I was expecting…" I tried to dismiss him.
"So what pray tell you want to hear as an answer." He came near me, lowering his voice. Both Rob and Dane alerted, ready to take action if he tried to do anything funny.
"Well, if you're that curious I'll tell you, my junior is beautiful if you look closer enough." He whispered while pressing on the words 'my junior'. I clenched my fists. "And she's a little silly but smart and… bold." He was now standing right next to me.
I'd be an idiot-of-the-century if I didn't know what he was talking about.
"What did you do to her!?" I heard my voice coming as a growl. And I wanted to grab his collar. He leaned back while raising a brow showing a surprised expression.
"Nothing... Absolutely nothing." He raised his hand to set his hair and stepped back. I was feeling something inside of me... like a burning fireball.
"So do you want it now?" He smirked evilly while raising the damn bottle in the air.
"..." Yeah, I freaking want it, only to pour it over your head.
"Anyway, now I'm not in the mood to drink it. You can have it if you want. I'm leaving." He put it down on the table and left. I watched his back for a while.
"Are you okay, signorino?" A deep voice came over my shoulder.
"Hm, let's go." I took a step ahead. From the corner of my eye, I saw Rob taking the bottle and putting it in my bag that he was carrying around for me. Smart boy!
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Carl knows. Carl knows. Carl knows...
All the way to my classroom I kept repeating these two words in my mind over and over again. I'm short-tempered but I never really got angry. I don't even know what it felt like to be angry, real anger.
I stopped in front of my class, and both my guards disappeared, taking their positions somewhere. I opened the door only to find her alone in the damn class. I tightened my fists and jaw while stepping in.
Then something unpleasant happened.
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