ROSE P.O.V
"Hey Rosie, how are you today, feeling better?" Renee asked loudly from the door and everyone stared at her.
"I'm fine but where's Violet?" I asked suspiciously when she came next to me.
"I don't know, she said, she'll join after lunch break" she replied and sat on the bench behind me.
"Okay," I said.
Professor Steel begins the class,
"I'll be teaching about museums today." In the middle of his speech, the class door opens and 'Mr. Lorenzo the obvious' enters.
"Mr. Mat, you're late today!" the professor said, but Lorenzo just ignored him and comes inside the class, today he's wearing a black shirt and grey jeans,
Whatever he wears looks amazing on him,
I agreed with my crazy subconscious, he sat on the last bench alone, he seems to be in a bad mood.
"So I was informing about museums today....." The professor explained everything about his topic and at last announced,
"I have an assignment for everyone today, all your names are written on the folded paper inside the jar, you have to come here one by one and choose your partner's for assignment" with that everyone beams into excitement.
"Miss Shyla, let's begin with you." Shyla went to the professor and picked up a paper from the jar. I couldn't help noticing the hideous pink nail polish on her manicured nails, she gave her paper to the professor. He opens it and reads the name,
"Luke, you'll be doing your assignment with Shyla" Luke was not a very popular guy but was very good in behavior, he seems to be very happy about them pairing up but Shyla was not so happy she ignored him and sat on her place.
"Miss Rose, please proceed," Professor said with a smile on his face, I picked up a paper and handed it to him, he read it and said,
"Lorenzo"
Okay, so karma is really a bitch!
Lorenzo didn't look at me but kept his gaze on the desk, the corners of his lips lifting slightly and he bloody smirked, feeling frustrated I went to my seat. Everyone went one by one and got their partners, Grace was paired with Zain, he's a real cutie, I think so they both will make a really cute couple.
"Your assignment is to visit any museum and inquire about any 5 historical monuments in it and take pictures with your partner during the visit," the Professor said in a happy tone and then added, "That's all for today, I'll leave."
Growing excitement made students burst into chatting and discussing different museums, some exchanged phone numbers, addresses while some didn't care at all. I on the other hand didn't make any move, since I have no idea how to face Lorenzo, after our last encounter. He makes me feel nervous.
Quickly grabbing my bag I rushed over my escape plan when someone stood beside me, his presence itself was something I could make out even without seeing who it was. I didn't turn to face him because I knew he would be smirking.
"Ciao Signorina" (Translation: Hello Senorita) Lorenzo says, I ignored him.
"Are you upset?" he whispered hoarsely in my ears from back, I could feel his hot breath on my neck, the butterflies making their way in my stomach and my bag slipped from my hands. He picked up my bag, any normal person will think that he will return it to me but no, we are talking about 'Mr. Lorenzo the obvious' he took it and ran outside with it. I tried chasing him but he was too fast, I tried my best to pick up his pace but as he reached the garage he stopped.
"LORENZO, GIVE ME MY BAG" I yelled,
"If you want your bag then come with me," he says making his way towards me, watching him coming closer, quickens my heartbeat with each step at a time.
"I am not going anywhere with you, who are you? I don't even know you!" I managed to retort. He comes closer and within a second
he pinned me on the back of the car and said,
"You have no option"
"You don't know me," I complained.
"Ti conosco più di quanto tu conosca te stesso" ( Translation: I know you more than you know yourself) he said in a husky Italian tone,
"I don't know what you are saying" I sigh, our lips just inches apart, trying my best to make some space between us but he didn't budge.
"Come with me" he orders while clutching his cold hands to mine, this time I didn't protest, he opens the door of his grey Lamborghini and I sit inside.
"Are you kidnapping me?" I questioned worried all the possibilities that he could do to me zigzagging my mind,
"You'll see," he stated while getting inside the car and sits on the driver seat.
I didn't utter anything, because somewhere I knew he's not going to give a straight answer. So I decide to adore the stranger beside me whose touch feels to be known. I watch the way his eyes flicker when he drives, his delicate lips curved into a small smile on noticing me staring.