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{ Before School / with Aurora }
Reminder of his morning
In the morning, Vincenzo laid in his bed with his arms over the blankets, and his eyes open. He wanted to rest, but earlier, he woke up and his body knew there would be no going back to sleep. He wasn’t going to dream anything anyway, he seldom did.
It was frustrating, inconvenient. The bags under his eyes were dark, and if you ran your fingers along them, you’d realize they were deep, too, small pits symbolic of the events of last night.
He felt fine for the most part, deciding to sit up, but as soon as he did his head throbbed like getting up had rattled his brain inside his skull. He was so close to not drinking last night, only having a few champagne glasses before running off with Amani, but he just had to take off and finish his flask to free himself. Expected.
For a minute, he thought back to Amani. Was that interaction real? After months of not speaking, he thought they might argue, maybe have a small, bitter interaction because they could not avoid each other around school; but they had been doing fine. Near the end of the last school year, they managed to not speak in class at all. Sometimes they both raised their hands for the same questions, but as soon as one noticed the other, they both looked away just as fast. During that time, he knew they were in the same group; he knew they would eventually have to confront each other once more, so he expected their argument, and honestly, she said everything he thought she would. It was his own actions that he had not predicted. That part had felt so good, but he tuned it out. None of it could happen again.
Perturbed by his thoughts, he threw the covers off from himself, and got up to make himself a coffee. He was too tired to check the footage his camera recorded from after the ball.
In the kitchen, the man opened one of the top cabinets to retrieve his “trusty mug” according to Renlin, which matched his. What the mug said was not important, but he took it and set up the coffee machine where the water began to brew his drink, dark brown liquid dripping swiftly into the white ceramic. As soon as it stopped, Vincenzo removed the mug from the coffee machine, and let it cool down for a few seconds before taking a sip. Hopefully this would give him energy to get through the first day.
After running into… that one person, Vincenzo felt the need to somehow brighten his morning, especially since his first class of the day was going to be unconventional psychology. Professor Longstone was not someone who tolerated the Umbra boys’ nonsense, so that was the one class where they were all sure to behave. Contrary to popular belief, though, Vincenzo was actually a very diligent student. He was a natural at his craft, that was why he was chosen to study at Wyndham, but he needed to be more than just talented to please the headmaster.
Every day at his desk, he would wear a dressed-down version of the posh get-ups he was expected to wear, and sit a bit reclined at his desk, eyes always on his notes or the chalkboard, tapping his pencil on the desk as he waited anxiously for something new to write. It was different for him than his peers. If he made a mistake and received a bad score on an exam, then he was at risk. Let’s say he was on a scholarship of sorts.
This year would be no different, so if he wanted to please Longstone, he had to be in a good mood for it. In the hallway, he was walking off from the commons still before noticing a ginger that he knew all too well. And luckily for him, the man that she spoke with was leaving the scene. It was someone he did not believe himself to have seen at the school before. There wasn’t too much time left before class started, but he felt it wouldn’t hurt to say hello to an old friend.
With a light pace of his steps, he reached the pillar beside which Aurora stood, and stood against it similarly to how he saw the other man do it to tease her. “Not even first period and you’re already flirting with the new students?” He watched her try to conceal her annoyance in that citric way she always did, but the clear frustration in her eyes made him chuckle. “Sorry, you were just being a great host, I’m sure. That’s why you were blushing the whole time,” Vincenzo said again, and naturally smirked a bit.
He searched between her cheeks for her, and found in the center her doe-like charm, tied perfectly together by her black eyes and the little freckles on her face. She looked up at him a bit, from her petite height of about five foot five.
Taking in her gaze, he remembered the last time they spoke: summer. So, about a week ago. He spent his Junes and Julys with the Dear family, so he knew the girl decently well. It was a shame she avoided him like the plague. It was a bit humbling, the way she seemed to view him as a nuisance, but he did not take it to heart. In fact, he considered it a part of her rich girl spiel; the perfect girl who was friends with everyone except those who displeased her first. He just wondered what it was that he had done. In his eyes, all Vinnie had been was pleasant, of course. He only bothered her from time to time by flirting with her friends at their parties, and calling her on her b^llshit when she finished being fake nice. In all honesty, they bickered like siblings, but he saw her in a light that was much different than that, like an occasional crush. Yes, she was obviously beautiful, but in terms of personality, they were too different. He didn’t like her heart.
“Are you ready for Psychology?” He asked, making conversation aside from his snarky remarks to her. “You can walk with me, if you’d like,” Vincenzo offered, and he knew that mentally she would say know, but physically? Well, he wasn’t quite sure yet.
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@astxrism Aurora
