Decir "Te amo"

Chapter One

Apr. 20th

First day of high school

Lovino sighed softly, shoving his science textbooks into his messy locker and pushing the door shut. The scowl on his face was gloomier than most days as he walked to his (thankfully) last class, wondering if this day would ever be over. Slumping down in the seat closest to the door, he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, not bothering to even look who he sat by. Opening his eyes, he glanced at the clock. 3:30. He sighed softly, running a lazy hand through his messy, brunette hair. Leaning back in his comfortless chair, he struggled to find a position in which he would be comfortable enough to sleep through this last class. Leaning forward, he groaned softly and again rubbed his forehead. Why did he have such a horrible migraine, and on a Monday of all days? As if being teased by the upperclassmen wasn't enough, some of his own classmates were poking fun at him too for the bantam curl sticking out from the right side of his head. It made him feel disgusted, irritated, and very embarassed. It wasn't the biggest secret that he wasn't in the highest of spirits today, even Feliciano would notice that. The best thing he could do now, though, was live through this last half-hour then go home and take a long nap. Just the thought of his comfy bed made him yawn tiredly. His eyes fluttered shut as he layed his head on the cold, wooden desk, using his arm as a makeshift pillow. He was out cold until a loud, metal ruler slammed on his desk, making him jump up, his eyes as wide and scared as a deer in the headlights. He stuttered something indistinctly, causing the whole class to snicker at him, making Lovino scowl. "Mr Vargas, I don't appreciate you sleeping in class." He looked up and saw the Vice Principal glaring at him. She was a slim woman with slick, black hair held back by a red ponytail holder, cold, hollow and unforgiving gray eyes that showed no sign of mercy and the posture of a proud yet strict young woman. Her attire consisted of a black skirt that went down to her knees, a red, long sleeved blouse, high heels and a heart-shaped diamond wedding ring on her finger. She glared one last time then went back to the board, where she had wrote her last name; Mrs. Jones. Lovino could tell immediately that she wasn't quite fond of him, and vice versa. "As I was saying," Mrs. Jones started, eyes darting around the classroom in the blink of an eye, making sure her audience was listening, then giving a satisfied expression and turning back to the board. "I'm Mrs. Jones, your new vice principal," She stopped and emphasised on the 'vice', indicating that she didn't like her position, then continued, "But I'm just as important as the normal principal, and you will learn to respect me." Some of the students sitting in the back snickered quietly, to which she ignored. "This year is the first year that our beautiful little high school is hosting Spanish classes!" There was a tiny hint of excitement in her voice, making the same students who were snickering earlier groan. She glared menacingly at them, tucking a peice of her long hair behind her ear and saying, "His name is Mr. Carriedo, I expect you to respect him, or else there will be consequences." As if on cue, a man with tan skin ran into the classroom, panting. "Sorry I'm late, chica! I was having car problems." He gave a cheeky and apologetic smile, making Vice Principal Jones nod understandingly, although Lovino could tell she didn't give two shits about his problems. "Alright, your class starts now, so I will be leaving." Vice Principal Jones gave a tiny wave to the class, then left. Lovino could almost swear he heard her say "Thank god that's over", but he shrugged it off, and frankly, he really didn't care. He rested his chin on his palm, lazily gazing at Mr. Carriedo's cheery smile. Getting a better look at him, Lovino realized how damn handsome Mr. Carriedo actually was. His sparkling eyes were a beautiful olive color, his hair a rich, chocolate brown now that Lovino had gotten a better view. His nose was slender and cute, his body was curvy and much similiar to a woman's, not to mention what a cute, perky butt he had, those kissable lips-- Lovino stopped thinking, his cheeks dusted a slight shade of pink due to the taboo fantasies. Lovi gulped, why was he thinking those things about a man?! He shook his head, pretending that had never happened. Looking up, he realized Mr. Carriedo was staring at him and smiling, making his heart skip a beat. Much to his dismay, his cheeks flushed a bit as he scowled and looked away, making Mr. Carriedo chuckle. "Alright, since you guys are first years, I want to get to know you a bit more, so we're each going to stand up, say our name, last name, age and three things about ourselves, got it?" Some nodded or made some sort of noise, others groaned and Lovino mumbled, "What is this, first grade?" Mr. Carriedo frowned a little, making Lovino's heart ache a tad bit. Nonetheless, the cheerful expression reappeared on his face, making Lovi's heart pound. He silently cursed at himself, and Mr. Carriedo started, "Hi! My name is Antonio Carriedo. I am twenty-four years old and my favorite color is purple and orange like an afternoon sunset, my favorite food is pizza, and I love animals!" Some girl named Sasha went, an Arabic boy named Mohhammad went, Liam, Tyler, Stan and Blake all went until it was finally Lovino's turn. He sighed softly and stood, muttering something to himself. Once he noticed Mr. Carriedo staring at him, he became slightly self consious. Clearing his throat, he ran a hand through his hair, straightening it out a bit, then said; "Salve*, my name is Lovino Vargas, I am fifteen years old. I like tomatoes and grape juice. I hate people so kindly refrain from speaking to me." A few people laughed including Mr. Carriedo, which make Lovino slightly nervous embarassed again as he sat down. The rest of the class had their turns, then Mr. Carriedo turned and wrote something down on the board. Lovino didn't even notice it, all he noticed was Mr. Carriedo's, or Antonio's super bouncy-looking butt. "Gahh." Lovi blurted out, covering his face and red cheeks. Mr. Carriedo turned around and raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Vargas? Are you alright?" He asked, concerned. Lovino silently cursed himself and nodded. "S-Si* I'm fine Mr. Carriedo." He muttered, but Mr. Carriedo didn't seem to believe him. "Are you sure? I think you need to see a nurse, your face is beet red!" He exclaimed. Lovino sighed deeply and got up from his seat, knowing there was no argueing with him. He took one last look at Mr. Carriedo, those boring eyes and annoying smile he despised so much; or so he thought. He turned around toward the door, trudging out of the classroom. He listened to the somehow soothing voice of Mr. Carriedo as he walked far away from the classroom and into the school office.