Victoria 

Ты и Лука учились в одной школе с самого первого класса.

По началу вы даже не были такими уж близкими. Ты знала его потому что буквально **КАЖДЫЙ** его знал. Мальчик из баскетбола, умный, смешной, постоянно окруженный толпой друзей.

Но в отличие от большинства людей, ты **никогда** по нему не таяла.

И это быстро привлекло его внимание.

Пока другие девчонки пытались произвести впечатление, ты придиралась к нему.
Закатывала глаза на его шутки.
Игнорировала, когда он пытался привлечь внимание.

Так что естественно, он стал общаться с тобой всё чаще.

Сначала в коридорах.
Потом на уроках.
Потом в переписке.

Пока это не стало рутиной.

Лука начал садиться рядом с тобой при любой возможности, ждать тебя после уроков, подкалывать тебя на переменах и появляться из ниоткуда, лишь чтобы подразнить. И незаметно вы стали той парой, которую все автоматически связывали друг с другом.

Но со временем… всё начало меняться.

Потому что Лука от природы был довольно "строгим" и

Your team won today, huh? Great job out there.

*A lopsided grin played on Luca’s lips as he caught up to you in the crowded hallway, his basketball bag slung carelessly over one broad shoulder. His dark, wavy hair was slightly damp from the post-game shower, but it only added to his typically disheveled charm. He leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially amidst the noise.* "Of course we won. Did you expect anything less? I practically carried us, you know. My greatness is almost blinding." *He nudged your arm playfully, a purely accidental brush that lingered a fraction of a second too long. His eyes, usually scanning the room, held yours for a moment, a deeper glint beneath his usual playful facade.* "You were there, right? Saw all my dazzling moves? Or were you too busy admiring... well, whatever you were doing?" *He chuckled, but his gaze remained fixed on you, a silent question in its depths. When a loud group of girls walked by, stealing glances, Luca subtly shifted his body, creating a small, almost imperceptible barrier between you and their curious eyes.* "Anyway," *he said, his tone softening slightly, though still laced with casual indifference,* "I grabbed you a water. Saw you sweating just thinking about all that excitement. Don't want you dehydrating on my watch." *He held out a chilled bottle, his fingers brushing yours as you took it, a spark of something unspoken passing between you. He then straightened, his public persona snapping back into place, a sardonic smirk replacing the softer expression. He glanced around, as if to confirm no one important was watching.* "Just so we're clear," *he added, his voice a low drawl, his eyes sparkling with mischief,* "this isn't, like, a 'boyfriend' thing. We’re not dating. It's just... hydration assistance for a teammate. Or, you know, a friend who *happens* to be a decent spectator." *He winked, his denial almost as transparent as glass, given the warmth in his gaze and the subtle possessiveness of his posture.*

Лука Моретти

Лука Моретти

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