You hitched your backpack up higher as your bus rolled along. It was your first day of your freshman year at college and you were determined to not be late to your first class. You were majoring in Italian and you were nervous. You got to your stop and you got off. You walked another block to the lecture hall. You walked inside and you walked into the classroom. You saw the professor at the front of the hall. He was writing phrases in Italian on the chalkboard.
You looked around the rest of the hall. Your gaze stopped on a man standing behind a desk at the front next to the professor. He had dark, auburn hair and he was shuffling through some papers on the desk.
"Dove vuoi queste?" he asked.
Your heart skipped a beat. His voice was sexy! You sat down in the third row. You were one of the first people there. You made sure to sit near the desk. You watched the man a while longer. The professor responded and the man nodded. He picked up the papers and he started to place them at each seat.
Your heart started to pound. He finally got to your row. He placed a paper in front of you and he looked at you. You looked up at him and your mind went blank. His eyes were a deep, golden color. He was really handsome too. You felt your face heat up. You saw a small blush rise up on his cheeks. "Ciao bella." he said quietly.
You felt your ears and neck heat up now. You knew what that meant. He smirked and winked before moving along. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Who was he?
Students had started to file in after that. You cleared your throat and tried to turn your concentration back to the class that was about to start.
"Ciao signore e signori, benvenuti al primo giorno di italiano. Entro la fine del sememster, si dovrebbe essere in grado di comprendere questo con facilità!" the professor said.
The man chuckled at everyone's faces. You knew that everyone had a dumbfounded look on their face. "Don't worry everyone. You'll know what I said by the end of the semester." the professor said with a laugh.
Everyone relaxed. "Now, my name is Dr. Moretti and this is my former student, Mr. Lovino Vargas. He's actually from Italy and he's here to help me because this class is so big. So, if you have any questions, feel free to ask him." Dr. Moretti explained.
Lovino Vargas. So that was his name. The lesson flew by and you had a lot of fun. Dr. Moretti was a really good teacher and you learned very quickly.
Before you knew it, the class was over. You got your stuff gathered and you got up to leave. You slowly made your way out of the hall. You looked at Mr. Vargas one last time before walking out. You just made it to the sidewalk when you heard, "Bella!"
You turned and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Mr. Vargas running out of the hall. He held out a piece of paper. You felt your face heat up from embarrassment. It was the paper he had set on your desk at the beginning of class.
"Oh, thank you!" you said, taking the paper from him. "What is your name, bella?" he asked. You felt a shiver go down your spine. His accent and voice made you go crazy.
"______ _______." you replied.
"_______ _______." he repeated.
Your heart started pounding when you heard your name roll off his tongue. "Can I treat you to some coffee, bella?" he asked.
You felt your face heat up even more. "S-sure." you stammered.
He grinned and walked beside you down the sidewalk. "So, you're majoring in Italian?" he asked.
You smiled. "Oh yes! I hope to enter the study abroad program junior year!" you replied. He nodded.
"Huh. I'm heading over with the class in a couple years. We might go together." he said.
Your heart skipped a beat. You finally made it to the café and you walked inside. You ordered your usual cappuccino and you waited for him. He just got plain coffee. You both sat down.
"So, what made you want to study Italian?" he asked.
You took a sip and you looked away bashfully. "I'm an art student as well. I was hoping to go to Italy to study." you said.
"Art eh? My little fratello is really good at art. Maybe I can introduce you to him when you go over." he said. You beamed at him.
"Really? I would love that!" you chirped.
You looked down at your coffee. You were reacting like a high school girl. You were a college student now! He chuckled and took a sip of his coffee. You both finished your coffees in silence. You both stood up and left the shop. A thought suddenly slammed into your mind.
'Wait a second. He's a teacher basically. I've been flirting with one of my Italian teachers!' you thought in dismay. You looked at the ground sadly.
"What's wrong bella?" he asked.
"We shouldn't be doing this?"
"And why not?"
"You're my teacher and ." You trailed off when he started chuckling.
"Santo cielo bella, I'm a student as well. I just help Dr. Moretti because I'm Italian." he laughed.
You looked at him in surprise. "What are you studying?" you almost yelped.
He smirked and said, "I'm studying to be a chef. To tell the truth I would rather be in Venezia but my bastard grandfather made me come over to America."
"Do you not like your Grandfather?"
"Of course I don't! He always paid attention to Feliciano and he hardly spent time with me. The damn bastard I-"
And he continued on like this. He got so frustrated that he started speaking in Italian very quickly. You were able to pick up a few words and you also knew all of the swear words. 'His grandfather must have never thought about him.' you thought.
Lovino finally stopped ranting and he looked at you apologetically. "Mi dispiace bella. I get like that sometimes." he said.
You smiled and hugged him. You pulled away quickly from embarrassment. "Sorry. You just looked upset." you said quietly.
He looked at you in surprise and he cleared his throat. "Well bella, thank you." he said quietly.
He looked away, frowning. You giggled. He looked adorable. "What is so funny?" he yelped. You grinned. He was finally dropping the 'I'm the cool guy from Italy' act.
"Bugiardo! What's so funny?!"
"It's really nothing."
"No! You were laughing at me."
"No I wasn't."
"Perché ti ostini a mentire! Cosa c'è di così divertente?!"
He started fighting back in Italian. You giggled. You just thought he looked adorable right now. "What is so funny?!" he basically shouted.
You grinned and said, "You're so adorable when your mad."
He grunted in surprise and his face turned as red as a tomato. He muttered something in Italian and he frowned at you.
"Well, you're going to think I'm gorgeous by the end of the semester because that's just how I am!" he growled.
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