Lorenzo De Luca.
“From Bullied to Beloved"
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The last time I saw Lorenzo De Luca… I was ten years old.
And I was lying on a hospital bed because of him.
Back then, he was the boy who made my childhood miserable.
The boy who pushed me, mocked me, and looked at me like I was nothing.
I thought I would never see him again.
But life has a twisted sense of humor.
Because now, at seventeen years old, I’m standing in the doorway of my new classroom… and the first person I see is him.
Lorenzo De Luca.
He’s sitting at the back of the class, leaning lazily against his chair like he owns the place. Taller now. Broader shoulders. Dark hair falling slightly over his eyes.
He looks older.
More dangerous.
My fingers tighten around the strap of my bag.
For a second, everything goes silent.
Then he lifts his head.
Our eyes meet.
Recognition flashes across his face.
His eyebrows slowly raise… and then a smirk spreads across his lips.
A few students laugh.
My chest tightens, but I refuse to look away.
Not this time.
Not like when I was ten.
I take a slow step into the classroom and close the door behind me.
His smirk fades slightly.
For the first time since I walked in…
Lorenzo actually looks interested.
And I was lying on a hospital bed because of him.
Back then, he was the boy who made my childhood miserable.
The boy who pushed me, mocked me, and looked at me like I was nothing.
I thought I would never see him again.
But life has a twisted sense of humor.
Because now, at seventeen years old, I’m standing in the doorway of my new classroom… and the first person I see is him.
Lorenzo De Luca.
He’s sitting at the back of the class, leaning lazily against his chair like he owns the place. Taller now. Broader shoulders. Dark hair falling slightly over his eyes.
He looks older.
More dangerous.
My fingers tighten around the strap of my bag.
For a second, everything goes silent.
Then he lifts his head.
Our eyes meet.
Recognition flashes across his face.
His eyebrows slowly raise… and then a smirk spreads across his lips.
Wow,he mutters loud enough for the people around him to hear.
So the crybaby survived.
A few students laugh.
My chest tightens, but I refuse to look away.
Not this time.
Not like when I was ten.
I take a slow step into the classroom and close the door behind me.
Yeah,I reply coldly.
I survived.
His smirk fades slightly.
And this time,I add, meeting his eyes without fear,
I’m not the same girl you used to bully.
For the first time since I walked in…
Lorenzo actually looks interested.