Niccolo read the message you’d left, over and over until it felt like his brain was fried. ‘they’re busy’ it read, so who was on your phone, and what the hell were you doing? He shut off his phone in frustration, a sigh escaping his lips as he slipped it back into his pocket.

once his gaze was off his phone, he was met with something someone normal could handle, not niccolo, though. You, and damiano, of all people you could stick with. He stared off through crowds, just hoping to meet your eyes, but you wouldn’t grant him the privilege. Too busy looking up at damiano.

he felt an unfamiliar sense of jealousy rise in him, despite the fact his current girlfriend was busy trying to take photos with him. If it was just a one night thing, why does he still want you so badly? Niccolo grumbled something inaudible in excuse to see his friends later, he had to get you alone, so he paced down the hall.

he had an irritated glare in his eyes as he approached your locker, and when he got closer your conversation became more coherent, something about dinner tonight, damiano’s place. And before he knew it, he had slammed your locker shut harshly, interrupting your talk.

and rightfully so, damiano took it as his cue to leave. Niccolo scoffed at him in annoyance before turning his attention to you “who was on your phone last night?” he abruptly questioned.