Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 16. 2024.
Monday mornings are the worst.
Not for Alessia only, but for anyone who has school or work on the weekdays.
Alessia had woken up early for school, had miserably gotten herself ready and had driven herself to the educational complex, wondering why did she ever want to attend school again. What's even more annoying is when she trudges into her homeroom late, after how sure she was that she had awoken before her alarm...
...Wait.
Did Katya--
"--fuck with my clock?"
The whole class pauses to stare at the latecomer. She glances at the seat she has been in for the whole of last week and Nikita's skinny frame is taking comfort there.
"Alessia Moskal!" Mr. Gregory Fishman beams dryly. "Glad to have you. Find a seat, I was just about to mark you absent."
She has already looked over the class and spotted a seat in the back.
Vincent who has his airpads in glances up to see what's happening. He turns down his music, nudging the kid beside him, telling them to take the seat Alessia has her eyes on. There's no hesitancy. The kid gathers his stuff sloppily and flees to the desk in the back, causing her to to stop, pressing her lips together. Can her morning get any worse?
Her eyes fly to where the kid rushed from and she finds herself staring into the face of Vincent Guiseppe, who is leaning forward in his seat, smirking at her.
"Ms. Moskal, hurry and sit." The teacher pleads solemnly and she watches the boy's cocky smile fall.
Moskal?
Alessia decides to just leave since she's already marked present. With a few onlookers and classmates on the subject of her last name again, a certain someone is now stuck in their thoughts. Quickly, he puts two and two together, but he's confused. it's now understandable why she's so fit... She's a Moskal, but the only recorded Moskal there is in America is Petro Moskal., his brother is an illegal immigrant, and neither of them has an offspring.
Not that he knows everything about them...
...What if they did, but kept it a secret? Alessia looks nothing like them. Maybe her maternal parent's gene is dominant? Variation in genes is one hell of a thing. Then again, there are other possibilities. Alessia could've been adopted and given their last name because the Moskals are proud men. And--
The bell rings, snapping Vincent out of his line of simplifying his thoughts and he gets up with the rest of the class automatically. Heading to his next class, he's back to it again, thinking of how this girl's life has become his own personal investigation, and it won't go unfinished. He's going to either get her to talk or dig for answers himself.
This isn't just mere curiosity anymore. This is the inability to keep out of someone else's business, but knowing the arrogant and steel-headed Vincent, he's thinking about himself, himself only and his benefits. What benefits? it might satiate his curiosity, but... What benefits?
Will it even be beneficial?
... Is it even worth his time?
"I'm fucking bored." He grumbles.