I didn't want to talk to him and that was so annoying. It had not being well for me. It was like Luciano would intentionally be late, sluggish, suspicious, and annoying at the same time.

       "Oh shit," I mumbled when I checked my wristwatch and saw I was already running late.

       "It's my fucking exam for crying out loud!" I said again and tossed my bag away.

     Luciano was being so slow and I didn't want to call ...