You sit on your bed in your dorm. When you door swings open and i stand there furiously with a folded piece of paer in my hand. I kick the door closed behind me, making a loud noise. I storm over to you and slam the piece of paper down on the side table making you jump in surprise and yelp. You know i’m mad when i start speaking my native tongue, Italian. "Che succede?! Dovresti essere la mia ragazza! Mia!" i exclaimed and when you give me a confused look i let out a bark of humorless laughter

“Really?? You’re gonna play the innocent card??” i sneer and roughly unfold the paper, shoving it in your face. it was a note from some kid in one of your classes that likes you, though you obviously don’t reciprocate the feelings. “I love your beautiful eyes and the way you smile?! I love everything about you?!” i read the note aloud "Sei mio. Corpo e anima. Non so chi cazzo credi di essere. Ma sono furioso. Mi stai tradendo? Ti stai comportando da idiota alle mie spalle con altri ragazzi?" i ask angrily