STRINGS • DAMIANO DAVID

TWO

Dakota Moore was annoyingly agitated at the mans smugness. who was he to believe he had any right to touch her? she huffed in annoyance, walking back into the building after making sure damiano disappeared. 

walking up the elegantly carved stairs, she couldn't help but increase the growing feeling of interest to the man. sure, she's seen many boys in fashion not to the usual standard for 'men'. however, for some unspecific reason, he was stuck in her mind. as she strolled down the halls of classrooms, she found herself in the wing of dormitories.

"thank god." she mumbled, entering her assigned room, smirking at the size. dressing up in the uniform, Dakota found herself taking her merry time in accentuating the clothing to compliment her. 

strutting down the empty halls once more, she turned a corner and nearly banged into the one and only headmaster of the school. 

"oh, just who I was looking for, I trust you have settled in well?" she crossed her arms. 

"well with the only clothing being this uniform, yeah." she sassed. she looked over to the tall figure standing next to the man, parting her lips slightly. 

"this, is my son. damiano." the boy smirked over at her secretly. 

"son?" she repeated. he reached out his hand again, which she took in routine. 

"its nice to finally meet you, miss Moore." he introduced, shaking her hand with authority. she bit back her scoff. 

"he's going to take you to your classes from now on until you settle in and understand the whereabouts. consider him your friend." the headmaster made his leave once more. 

"so I have a babysitter now, great." she complained, earning an arched eyebrow from him. "son of the headmaster huh? people must hate you." she watched him walk away from her without another word. "well excuse the fuck me, I'm talking to you." she followed after him angrily. 

"I beg to differ, you're simply complaining on rather incoherent things." she rolled her eyes at his words. 

"don't suddenly go smart on me now your father has introduced us." she looked around the room. "so, what class should I be at?"

"I dont want to take you." he shrugged, throwing logs onto a fireplace in front of them. 

"its not your choice." 

"sure it is. im the son of the headmaster. you're under my control."  he smirked.

"how domineering." she teased, leaning on the leather chain behind him, watching his actions. "what is there to do at this place? any secret passageways where the jock and the cheerleader hide to make out?" she teased in a high pitched voice. he stood whilst she spoke, walking past her.

"not exactly for that purpose." he answered, enjoying her slightly shocked smirk. "oh calm down, Dakota. we only use it for the particularly bad students, torturing them to give us information. its simple." he teased her childishly, sending her an exaggerated shocked face, standing in front of her, rather close. 

"very funny, Dracula." she huffed. he chuckled, looking down at her. a silence fell over them, as she stared up into his eyes. "why do you go to this school?" she asked, breaking the growing tension. 

"what type of question is that?" he frowned. 

"one I want you to answer." she bit back, watching him smirk. 

"you're difficult." he commented, watching her eyebrow cock. 

"thank you." she smiled. "and I wouldn't call it difficult, id say you surrounded yourself with extremely boring people, including yourself." 

"you think im boring? how very offensive." he spoke sarcastically, rolling his tongue on the inside of his cheek, Dakota's eyes following the action. 

"depends what you do for fun." she edged him on for examples.

"well there's, music, obviously, shopping, drinking, parties, concerts, fucking, the normal stuff." his arms leaned behind her against the leather chair, staring deeply into her eyes.

"how suggestive of you." she smirked, engulfed with his cologne once more. 

"take the information as you will." he shrugged off, tightening his hands on the material behind her to refuse his hands on caressing her perfect features, and counting the freckles that bestowed her cheeks and nose. her hand rose to his cheek, running down the sharp cheekbone that hallowed its appearance in the shadowed room, sculpting his structure into define shapes. 

"if you think that will make me beg for you, I feel sorry for what you believe is seduction." she whimpered sarcastically, allowing her fingers to rake the hair in his face back over his head. he held in his grunt from the the action. 

"you underestimate me." he spoke, pursing his lips together. she smirked up at him, pouting her lips and stretching her neck up. 

"I believe things when I see it." she whispered, connecting her fingers together behind his neck. 

"is that a challenge, Dakota?" he purred her name over his accentuated tongue, earning her nails to dig into his neck teasingly, his lips parting slightly. 

"take the information as you will." she repeated, pursing her lips into a kissing motion, before pushing his arm from the chair, allowing her to walk free. 

"where do you think you're going?" he asked after a few seconds of processing. 

"to find my class, since you are too lazy to take me to it." she called out, walking back up the stairs, from his view.

he smirked to himself, placing his hand into his pockets. finally feeling a spark in the walls of the university to start a fire of entertainment. 

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the large hall was full of students, laughing together. Dakota walked in, enjoying the prying eyes. the lighting was dim, and the headmaster walked up and down the front of the room, awaiting for his needed silence. looking around for an empty seat, she noticed one next to a girl. she walked over, and made herself comfortable. the girl simply stared at her. 

"what?" she asked, catching her gaze. 

"oh, im sorry. I was just saving that for a friend." she mumbled. 

"how long have you been waiting for her?" she asked. 

"around fifteen minutes." this made her chuckle. 

"a word of advice, to people like you, you leave imaginary friends when you're at least 3 years old, and actually make real life ones." she pushed her hair behind her ears, glaring down at the front. 

"thank you, see you're all here." the headmaster began. "welcome, to another year at our academy. now, we have a few things planned this year, so do listen." he cleared his throat before beginning. "there will be multiple trips this year, to fully engage you in all the genres of music. the main one being a trip to my home, Italy- where we can digest the formality of cultural music. that trip, will be around a week long, in of course the finest hotels for out fantastic students." as the man rambled, Dakota let her eyes wander around the room, looking at all the characters in the four walls. many screamed what type of genre they were into just by looking at the way they dressed, sat, and listened. she scanned over people with drumsticks in hands, people with ukulele's poking out their bags, large guitars, electrics, bass, and so on. when she met the eyes of the all too familiar man. she gulped slightly, his stature slightly intimidating in the darkened light. his eyes caught onto hers, and watched her intensely, running his hand underneath his chin in concentration, his lips slightly parted. she bit her lip at the sight, slowly turning back, ignoring the burning feeling in the back of her head.