Omerta. [ continued ]

rocco adriano morelli · Subject: Omerta. [ continued ] April 17th 2009, 6:29 pm

On the way to the break room, Rocco half listened as Matteo rambled endlessly about snippets of his life and girls he'd dated and things that probably no one other than Matteo would care about. It was sort of amusing how much he seemed to like the sound of his own voice, but Rocco figured he was going to get really annoying pretty fast if there wasn't more to his character. Oh well. He seemed Italian and Rocco wasn't accustomed to meeting well-rounded persons of that particular ethnicity. Most were like his Dad, he'd come to know. Unless they were fictional figures from the old movies he'd gotten a hold of.

Finally they reached the break room, and fortunately there were no teachers hanging out within. The last thing he wanted was a bunch of authority figures cramping whatever fun he could squeeze out of his time with Matteo. And then he saw her, lounging in the corner, feet sprawled on one of the side tables to the chairs facing the television. She looked bored out of her mind, which wasn't surprising since televisions really didn't have much on them. Even in her obvious boredom, her attitude and pride radiated from her slender, well tended figure. She was gorgeous in every way, and he was walking in with the biggest womanizer he'd ever known for twenty minutes. Great, he thought, this should be interesting.

He tried getting Matteo's attention straight to the pool table, knowing that eventually this girl was going to make herself known, since the three of them were the only ones in the room. Well, maybe she'll like me better...yeah right.

And so Rocco's outing with the first person he met in an attempt to distract himself from his life seemed to be taking a sudden plunge towards being a horrible evening. But maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all.

matteo armando ferelli · Subject: Re: Omerta. [ continued ] April 17th 2009, 10:10 pm

As they passed the threshold of the break room he stretched and exhaled a loud "ah", as if the make his presence known. To his disappointment the break room wasn't as busy as he thought it was going to be. Actually it wasn't busy at all. The only person in the room with him was Rocco. Eh he thought to himself. What did I expect? This is Numinis Academy after all. The voice inside his head bellowed sarcastically and suddenly he caught hold of the fridge. He clapped his hands together once in excitement and hoped over to the it. "Want anything?" his tone sounding demanding. As he waited for a response he bobbed his head as if to say 'hurry up'. It appeared Rocco was in a daze thinking something and he didn't have time to wait around for him. He was hungry and intended to raid the entire fridge and cabinets whether bozo over here ever gave a response or not. "Well..." he said dismissively. Finders keepers.

Holding a can of soda, a bag of chips, a sandwich, and a candy bar he piled everything onto the nearest surface, which just so happened to be the pool table. Good enough for me, he thought, a tables a table. After setting everything down he hoped his rear end up on the pool table as well and made himself at home. His mouth half full from a bite of sandwich he finally asked, "So what are you looking at anyways?"

lauren mila johannesberg · Subject: Re: Omerta. [ continued ] April 17th 2009, 10:36 pm

Oh thank God. Finally. Human life that isn't a professor or someone really weird and artsy. Lauren could hardly contain her joy at seeing boys her age walk into the break room. Of course, she had been so absorbed watching the black and white static duke it out on the TV screen, lost in her thoughts of life back home that she didn't even notice the newcomers until the one boy made a racket raiding the fridge and nearby cabinets. The other boy was making an effort not to stare at her to obviously. He's cute. They both are. Lucky me. It seemed like her luck might just be turning around in this stuffy academy.

The one with the cocky demeanor asked the one who hadn't said anything what he was staring at. Lauren saw her moment for a dramatic entrance.

She strode over, grabbed a pool stick and leaned on the table suggestively. "Well he's lookin' at me, silly boy. Glad someone noticed me here. I was getting awfully lonely by myself. Maybe we can all team up and have a good time." She was overdoing it on the sexually forward level and she knew it. She wasn't a slut though, except maybe in her thoughts. She just liked teasing boys, especially ones she didn't know. She felt entitled to have some fun since she was going to be stuck here for an entire school year. Besides, she really was bored.

matteo armando ferelli · Subject: Re: Omerta. [ continued ] April 17th 2009, 11:16 pm

Shortly after he had asked Matteo what he was looking at, he saw her. No wonder he was staring out into oblivion. She was a beauty and she had a confidence that lured him in, not only sexually but in every way. Paralyzed by this vision before him he remained sitting, slowly eating his sandwich as he gawked at her. She was leaning on the table now with a pool stick in her hand. He hoped he wasn't drooling. It wasn't until she spoke that he realized she was real. Until then it was all sort of a mirage.

Snapping back to reality he shoved the bag of chips, candy bar and soda back behind him and chucked the sandwich in the nearest trashcan. It was hard to be smooth when he had to hide the hoard of food he had accumulated. He didn't want her first impression of him to be that he ate like a pig, even though he did. Even while hiding the embarrassing food pile he couldn't take his eyes off of her - especially when she spoke. Ok so girls definitely aren't this hot at home. Oh my god. Come on, think of something to say. Be a man. She wants you.

He urged himself to think of something to say.

Before long he had his drive back and strode forward closer to her, leaned around her and grabbed a pool stick from behind her off the wall. As his arm reached back around he allowed it to brush her back as he leaned in and said "Oh, I'm sure we'll have a good time. You certainly look like you're lots of..." He looked her up and down and grinned as he looked her in the eyes. "fun."

The sparks certainly were flying towards her from his eyes, his mind, and his pants. He wondered what her next move was going to be. He completely forgot Rocco was behind him now, all he saw was this... He bit his lip. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

lauren mila johannesberg · Subject: Re: Omerta. [ continued ] April 18th 2009, 10:28 am

The flirtatious behavior of the male species amused her greatly. The way they sometimes went head to head to duke it out over a girl, determining the alpha similar to the way rams will bash heads over a potential mate. The way they ruffled their feathers in an attempt to look more attractive. The strange changes in their behavior that are usually either overconfident and make them look ridiculous or that are stuttered and without any sense of pride. Or the way some of them silently lusted over you from a corner. She had already made up her mind about which types these two boys were - neither really being alphas in her mind. But they'd be fun to play with and for all she new, she wasn't going to find any better around here.

She smirked as the one preparing to stuff his face tried to hide the evidence and strutted his way over to the pool table acting like he was god's gift to women. Oh these boys will be so much fun. She thought, twisting her hips a bit and turning closer to his face to respond to his slightly patronizing way of hitting on her.

"Well I don't know what made you think that you could call me sweetheart, sugar, but my name is Lauren, and I don't answer to anything else." She flashed him a bitchy, but still playful grin and flipped her hair and she turned to the other kid, who also looked Italian or something European, purposely ignoring the first boy.

"So what's your name, Mr. Caramel Eyes?" She batted her eyelashes and tapped deep into her willpower to keep from bursting out laughing so soon and ruining her fun.

rocco adriano morelli · Subject: Re: Omerta. [ continued ] April 18th 2009, 10:42 am

He could not believe his eyes. This woman was a Goddess. The part that drove him the most insane was the obvious fact that she knew how appealing she was, and that she wasn't afraid to tease them. Women confused him. It seemed like men were always aspiring to live up to a woman's expectations and that woman were always playing them, manipulating them, and pitting them up against each other like they had no fear of losing both suitors and as if they somehow knew they'd get the best man in the end. But didn't they ever have a man they wanted more than the other, or was the whole courting process just a game to them? Foreign woman attracted him more because of their hard to get, sensual natures, but at the same time, you really couldn't be a solid, faithful Italian girl. All you had to do was win her affection on a purely superficial level and please her father and she was yours to serve you and bare your children until you died.

It didn't matter. Lauren had made his life worth living up to this point, simply by popping up when he most needed something to strive her. He would win her over no matter what the cost. And he'd do it in a way he found honorable and respectable - a way that followed his personal code and didn't make him want to puke. He winced at the thought of Matteo having her to himself and swallowed hard when he realized Lauren had spoken to him - and had seemingly rejected Matteo for the moment.

"My name is Rocco Adriano Morelli. Nice to meet you Lauren. Are you good at pool? You could join us." Well that wasn't so bad for a first impression. You remembered to give your full name, like a true Italian, and Matteo hasn't even introduced himself yet. You didn't say anything likely to offend her, which Matteo has already succeeded in doing...I think. And you managed to invite her to hang out with you without stuttering or saying umm five times. Besides taking forever to realize she was talking to you, that wasn't so bad. He hid his satisfaction with himself and went to get a pool stick, trying not to seem paralyzed by the beauty before him.

matteo armando ferelli · Subject: Re: Omerta. [ continued ] April 18th 2009, 10:59 am

The smell of her perfume was amazing, he began fantasizing about all the things he wanted to do with her right now. Standing this close to her he wanted to run his hands through her hair, kiss her neck, until one thing lead to another. She intrigued him so much that for some reason he wanted to be more sensual than forward. His heart was beating fast and his body was getting ahead of his mind- he realized he may have already blown it by being so forward but she seemed to want it. She twisted her hips and responded which caught him off guard.

Before he could even respond she flipped her hair and brought her attention to Rocco. "So what's your name, Mr. Caramel Eyes?" He wanted to laugh at how ridiculous her line was but he was too jealous that she walked away from him to Rocco. He wasn't important. He watched for a brief moment as Rocco introduced himself, cutting him off as soon as he found the right moment. "Yes, I'd be happy if you joined," his voice trailed off "us." He smiled in the most charming way he could "And I'm sorry, I've realized I haven't introduced myself yet. My names Matteo. Very pleased to meet your acquaintance" He stuck his hand out after wards, to formally introduce himself, and then proceeded to grab a pool stick off the rack. All the while noting how soft and quaint her hands looked, her hourglass shape, her eyes and lips. Not to mention her hair which was styled perfectly. Everything about her was perfect down to her shoes.

She was something new for him. Instead of him being the one in control, she was. Instead of him having the confidence, she had it. All the girls he had 'dated' before weren't like her. He just stood there with his pool stick and mixed feelings. He felt very uncomfortable and broke the silence with "So! Caramel eyes, how about you break" He tried no to laugh but he felt so smug with his joke it was hard not to. Ok, he thought Matteo is coming back. He sighed and shifted off his nervousness as he waited for Rocco.

lauren mila johannesberg · Subject: Re: Omerta. [ continued ] April 18th 2009, 12:07 pm

It was hard not to laugh when the kid who hadn't spoken yet kept staring at her even after she'd asked him his name. Oh well. She thought. Her flirting seemed to have the desired jealousy effect on Mr. Macho Face. Carmel spoke, finally, surprising her with how smooth he managed to be, considering how out of it and nervous he seemed. Wow. He even introduced himself formally.

"Well aren't we just a gentleman." She winked at him and twirled a pool stick. "Unfortunately I'm not very good..." She turned away from Rocco and faced the other boy, who had expressed his desire for her to join and finally told her his name.

"Rocco and Matteo, huh? I feel lucky. I seem to have found me two lovely Italian gentlemen." While Rocco seemed a little more to her tastes, he seemed to quiet at the moment. Besides, she loved how helpless Matteo seemed. How they barely knew each other and he already seemed itching to do anything to get her. Rocco was almost impossible for her to read, and to start off her fun at the academy, she was looking for someone easy. So she turned her body a bit more towards Matteo and continued her game.

"Tell me, Matteo - do you always eat that much?" She laughed and leaned on her stick. "Maybe you could explain the basics for me while Rocco starts." She gave Rocco her irresistible smile. "Wanna start for me hon? Show me how it's done?"

rocco adriano morelli · Subject: Re: Omerta. [ continued ] April 18th 2009, 12:27 pm

Whatever. Sure. Give your attention to him. He'll just fuck you and forget about you. Can't you see he's a pig with no sense of dignity? Or do you like men like that because they're easy and you can throw him away when you're done playing with them? Rocco concealed his thoughts and nodded, dismissing his attention from funny boy Matteo and the girl he was determined not to think of as a slut or as something out of his range.

Paying attention to making his first move count, he decided to let Matteo prove what an ass he seemed back in the dorms. He wasn't going to waste his time fighting - not yet. He had pride at least, and he could pick up on the looks Lauren was giving his roommate. Let her figure out her mistakes and come running to me, realizing how much better I am than him. She may not be Italian, but she was still a woman, and all women deserved the best man they could be with. But women were also human, though he didn't always believe it, and most people need to mess up their lives before they could carry on with what was best for them. He'd be both Lauren and Matteo's friend, and he'd be by her side whenever she wanted. He'd be there for her whenever she needed, and eventually she'd come around.

He could already see where this was going. But it was fine, really. Anytime he didn't have to work his ass off towards slowly getting what he wanted, it turned out it wasn't worth getting in the first place. Maybe this challenge would bring him what he needed. At least he could have fun in this stupid place plotting Matteo's fall from glory and planting the seed in his relationship with Lauren.

He had learned from his grandfather the worth of careful tending to something precious. It had made the man rich before his son got him killed making a rash decision that put their family to shame.

You aren't here to think about your family. Just focus on the game. Make it count. You aren't fighting this game for Lauren, but Matteo will probably think so, so make it count.

matteo armando ferelli · Subject: Re: Omerta. [ continued ] April 18th 2009, 12:41 pm

Yes! he thought. She's facing me now - walking towards me. That's right honey, good pick.

He was about ready to dance with excitement. The question she asked of him was a little embarrassing. The answer was yes, but he didn't want to tell her that. Fortunately he didn't have to because she didn't wait for a response. She probably already knew he did. He watched as she leaned on her pool stick and smiled at Rocco. "Show me how it's done?" I'd love to show you how its done. His mind was in one place right now and it wasn't in the break room and the pool table wasn't a pool table.

He watched Rocco simply nod and focus on the pool table sternly. That's right, you make a good break - play well - entertain yourself... We'll be awhile. This was turning out to be more than a game of pool and her knew it. His adrenaline was rushing as if it was the survival of the fittest.

No don't keep flirting with him! He sat his pool stick against the wall and softly rested his hand on her lower back as he attempted to direct her attention back to him. "Right, the basics." He smiled when her attention was finally back on him and carefully moved her hand to the top of the cue stick. He guided her over closer to table, still holding her hand which was on top of the cue stick. "First you let the stick slide through your fingers very smoothly to insure a good hit." He paused reading her reaction and continued when he thought it safe "Would you like to practice?" He waited for a reply and shortly after leaned in along side her over the table to demonstrate. "You have to find the right angle to tap the balls so they'll slide right into to pocket," he winked and grinned smoothly, "ensuring your win."

He stood up confidently basking in his glory that he worded it just the right way to put ideas into her head without seeming repulsive. He stepped away from the pool table allowing her to play, speak, or flirt some more. He had his confidence back and matched with her confidence Mr. Caramel Eyes didn't even exist anymore. He wasn't worried, and this was going to be fun game in more ways than one.

lauren mila johannesberg · Subject: Re: Omerta. [ continued ] April 18th 2009, 1:20 pm

Response here.