"Hey, stop crying," he said, looking at me. "I already said sorry, and you accepted, right?"
"I'm so happy you don't hate me," I sobbed.
He raised an eyebrow. "Why would I hate you..."
"Uhnnn..."
Antonio patted my shoulder, smiling a little. "Hey, I'll help you with the homework, if you want..."
"You think this is about the fucking homework?"
"Lovino..." He stepped back.
I sighed. "I'm not mad. You're just...I don't know..."
"Oblivious," we both said in unison.
"..." I stared at him.
"..." He wiped away my tears, a look of concern on his face.
A laugh escaped my lips, and I looked down at my textbook. "Okay, how do I factor this, hm?"
"Ah, sure..."
--
Antonio sighed. "I know that this seems like a very boyfriend-ish thing to say, but...you need to take care of yourself."
I snorted. "I've heard about your grades. And your friends."
"Uh, well..." He shrugged. "Studies first...before friends?"
"Then why are your grades dropping?"
"Because I kept thinking about if what I said was too much," he admitted. "Is that good enough?"
I smiled. "I just wanted the truth."
"Uhm..."
"And I got it. Thanks."
Antonio nodded. "Hm..."
Wanting to break the constant awkward silences, I opened the bedside drawer, looking for something to talk about.
And my eyes laid on the photos.
The photos of when Antonio and I were still dating.
No. I can't think about this...
I put my hand over my mouth, allowing the tears to fall, as I silently cried.
Antonio grasped my hand with his, making me jolt.
"Are you okay? What's wrong?"
I shook my head. "Nothing's wrong. I just—"
"Lovino, I may be oblivious, but—"
"Could you not call me Lovino—"
"Hey, let me speak—"
It was awkward...and awful.
Our sentences kept overlapping each other's whenever we tried to speak.
We were also being careful of what we were about to say – too careful.
The formalness of our conversations was making me sick.
I had the pictures hidden in my hand – behind my back.
And so naturally, that's where he headed for.
He held up my hand with the photos, glancing at them.
Embarrassed, I looked away.
It was dead silent.
I hate this.
I'm so fucking grateful that he's finally talking to me again, but I hate all of this – this awkwardness, constant silences, I...
I looked up, worried.
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Angelo Caduto - Fallen Angel (SpaMano - Gakuen!AU) (discontinued)
FanfictionW Academy - a multicultural private school, located in Tokyo, Japan. They say that it's a school for the elite -- those who have the best mindsets. But that isn't the case for Lovino Vargas -- the Italian transfer student in his first year of high s...
