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Chapter 4 - Chapter 4 Italian in America

As we sat down at our table (only me and Duke) ,Daphnia the diva of our school burst open the cafeteria door and squealed excited "He's coming, he's coming "

"Who is coming?"I blurted out ,just then the door gave the loudest squeak.

I turned sharply towards the door wow!,I began to question Duke's beauty. The guy that walked in was unquestionably a man straight out of a dream.He was dazzling ,wearing a leather black jacket, had suited his good looks.His hair was a flowing river of snowy bizarre white, okay how white could his hair get?His eyes were a beautiful grey with a hint of blue, they looked cold I was certain when narrowed into mere sleets could freeze anyone to death. His delicate narrow eyebrows that could charm at a glance and most of all his alluring sexy thin pink lips that teased, as if begging for a kiss.

My eyes travelled to his general face ,it was three dimensional. I could see his abs through his shirt ,sculptured like a Greek god

with a delicate beauty .At his feet were the latest Hylander shoes which screamed extremely rich .That shoe is literally unaffordable.

While I was awestruck and still gazing at him ,he glanced around totally oblivious of the stir he had caused ,holding his sketch pad with one hand and the latest i phone in another.

Tiffany approached him and stuttered out of her tiny glossed lips .

"Uh .. Danti, you can sit here with us "

The popular girls cheerfully waved at him from their table .

He glanced at Tiffany and walked over to her table,after he sat down and whispered in her ear , I felt a throbbing sting of betrayal when I saw him do that ,but I had never met him before so I shoved it away .I quickly gathered myself,before looking away and talk to Duke.As I was talking to Duke ,I felt an icy glare thrown to me and Duke ,I refused to turn to the source ,somehow knowing who the glare was from ,Duke?

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