Hey guys here is chapter three!(: sorry it took so long to upload haha had writer's block!
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I woke up to see the bright sunshine streaming into the window and couldn’t help but let out a long happy sigh. The days of summer have begun and I get to start learning Italian today. I rolled over onto my side and looked at my phone’s time and let out a shriek. I couldn’t believe I was going to be late for my first day of college. What the heck…
Jumping out of bed I ran down the hallway to Gabriele’s room and saw his bed already made up and him nowhere in sight. “Gabriele!” I screamed running down stairs and into the kitchen. There was a note sitting on the kitchen table and picked it up.
Dear Adriana,
Well I see that you’re going to be late for your first day of school. You should really get use to the time zone over here… Sorry I didn’t wake you up it’s well, you see I don’t care about you. ;)
Please do not rush to get ready I am sure your first period will not miss you because I surely wouldn’t. In fact this is the beginning of torture..
Get ready to loose.
Hate you,
Gabriele :)
I felt the anger boiling in me as I crumbled up the paper and tossed it across the room. Oh he was going to pay for that…
I quickly ran upstairs and into my room to get ready when an idea popped up in my head. Grinning like a mad man I threw on my best skinny jeans and top that was see through. Yes I put a kami on underneath it don’t worry people, before making my way down stairs and into the kitchen.
I picked out some ketchup and went back upstairs. Walking into his room I began my search for his best shoes when I came across his jackets. Squirting ketchup into the pockets I then moved on to the shoes, smiling at my work. Lucky for him his floor was wooden so the ketchup would come off easily… though I wish I could say the same thing for his shoes and jackets.
Squirting the ketchup on the floor of his closet I left a message saying “Payback is a pain,” before walking out of the closet. Slowly closing the door I thought about him slipping on the messy entrance and then seeing my wonderful message.
Chuckling to myself I grabbed my bag and walked out the front door, taking in the beautiful day before heading off down the breezeway. I swung the door open and skipped to the front desk. “Hello ma’am!” I sighed happily.
“Ciao.” She said glancing up at me.
I tipped my head to the side confused already. “This is going to be a long summer break,” I huffed before turning away from the giggling lady. Slowly making my way down the hallway full of identical doors I searched the numbers for my classroom. The last door read the numbers that were on my list and I stood there annoyed. How come every room or place I go is at the end?
Opening the door I studied the room and saw that it was split up by a wall that had another door connected to it. I entered the room and saw Gabriele staring at me in shock and amusement, probably because of his little stunt this morning. Oh ha, ha you think your so clever don’t you bud.
“Chi è?” The lady called from the back of the room, not bothering to look up from her book.
“Umm, I am the exchange student Adriana.”
She quickly set her book down and came to the front of the classroom with a grin plastered on her face. Shaking my hand roughly she led me to the door and opened it for me. “Ah Adriana, it’s so good to have an American here! This is the Italian part of the class trying to learn English. You will be in this room.” she pointed to the room with no other students in it and I suddenly felt alone.
“Thank you,” I answered politely smiling at her and entering the classroom. It smelt horrible in the room and cobwebs covered the tables. Shuttering in disgust I picked out a somewhat clean area and quickly cleaned up before sitting down.
I began to grab my books out of my bag when I heard tapping noises and looked around. Shrugging I went back to getting my things when the tapping noise came again making me shoot up from my seat. I thought about a mouse running around the room and decided maybe Italian could wait or find a new room because I was definitely not sitting in here with a mouse that could slip into my bag. The tapping came again and I turned to run for the door when I saw a couple of guys standing at it gawking at me.
I rolled my eyes before walking up to the door. Smiling at them I grabbed the blinds and pulled them down with such great force I thought they would rip. Italian boys… after meeting Gabriele I do not want to be introduced to another one.
Sighing I went back to my seat and grabbed the last of my book and set them on the desk. I sat there ready for my lesson and then realized that there was no teacher… I kind of needed a teacher to learn didn’t I?
The door suddenly swung open which caused me to snap my neck in that direction in fear that the boys got mad that I closed them out. Can you imagine it now… showing up on the news, exchange student killed by mad Italian boys because they couldn’t sit there and drool at a door.
A tall man that looked to be in his twenty’s walked in. My mouth dropped open at the tall, muscular, long brunette guy that stood in front of me. I averted my eyes and began to stare at the floor as he made his way over to the teacher’s desk.
Gaining at least a little bit of courage I looked up at him setting things down on the desk. “Aren’t you going to get in trouble for putting your stuff on the teacher’s desk?”
He began to chuckle which caused his muscles to flex a little. “No I don’t think the teacher will mind,” he replied turned to face me. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned back onto the desk and just sat there staring at me in amusement.
“And how do you know that?” I challenged him raising my eyebrows.
“That’s because I am the teacher.” Getting up from his spot he walked over to the desk in front of me and sat down backwards so he could face me. “I am Marco, and you are?” Stretching out his hand he held it out for me to shake and patiently waited.
I glanced down at his hand and gulped, gosh why did I have to have such a cute teacher. Why couldn’t I have a nice old wrinkly “lady” teacher? I would at least be able to concentrate better with her then him. Taking his hand I shook it lightly, “my name is Adriana.”
“Adriana, that’s a very nice Italian name you got there,” he spoke lightly making his voice sound much deeper. “Did you know Marco is Italian name meaning Roman God of War?”
“Aren’t you a little young to be a teacher?”
A sad smile lit his face as he leaned back yet again. “Well you see the teacher that was supposed to be teaching this class kind of got in an accident and is brain dead. So they took a college graduate and turned him into a teacher.” He pointed at himself and smiled proudly. “Well actually I was the top of my class here and ahead of all the other upper classmen and so they chose me. I am actually only twenty-three.”
I quietly screamed in my head because I was twenty and only two years younger than him. “Well then I think we should get started Mr….” I trailed off because he never gave me his last name.
“Oh please just call me Marco I am only a couple years older than you right?”
Smiling, I nodded my head and began to stare at the floor because of the blush that was threatening to consume my face.
“Good, well then since it is only your first day why don’t we spend it getting to know each other first?” He asked with a wink.
This time the redness filled my face and I couldn’t stop it. I coolly placed my head in my hands trying to make it not as noticeable that I was blushing. “What do you want to know?”
“Well,” He began staring at the ceiling in thought. “What is your favorite color?”
I couldn’t help but laugh, everyone always starts with that very question. “Well I like blue and you?”
“Blue like your eyes…” he said staring at me like I was just a statue or a piece of artwork.
“What?”
His eyes widened and he began to rub the back of his neck while trying to hide his blush or embarrassment. “My favorite color is green. Why did you transfer to Italy to learn Italian?” he asked quickly changing the subject.
I laughed at him not because he was embarrassing himself but because it was cute. Deciding that he didn’t need to be embarrassed anymore then he did I dropped the subject. “The job I have been offer is here in Italy. I am going to live here and be a missionary.”
“That’s amazing, well here so we can say we learned something today,” he said grabbing on of my books and opened it to the first page. “Ciao means hello or bye.” He helped me pronounce it and laughed at how I kept messing up.
Laughing along with him I playfully shoved him in the shoulder and continued my attempts to say it. By the end of class I learned how to say it right and also what “who are you” was in Italian. “So Marc-“ I began but was cut off when my phone began to ring. Looking down at my bag I apologized to Marco before answering. “Hello?”
“ADRIANA! CAN YOU TELL ME WHY THERE IS KETCHUP IN MY JACKETS, SHOES, AND ALL OVER THE FLOOR!” Gabriele roared through the phone, causing me to flinch and pull my phone away from me ear.
Marco gave me a concerned look before I hung up the phone. “Sorry that was my room-mate being his normal jerk of a self.” I replied with a smile of victory on my face. Getting up I grabbed my bags and walked over to the door. “See you tomorrow Marco.”
“Goodbye bella,” he called out.
Bella? What did that mean?
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Well what did you think about this chapter? I am sorry this chapter was shorter had trouble thinking about what i wanted to write haha! I am also thinking about writing a new story if you think i should please put that in a comment along with how you liked the chapter! thanks!
if you guys are wondering Bella means Beautiful in italian!(:
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