Game On (Luca & Sienna)

Luca's POV 

Mondays were a bitch.

Mornings were worse.

And early mornings, like this one? Downright cruel.

I slumped against my locker, yawning so wide my jaw cracked. The weekend had been a blur—training, Sienna, dealing with my dad’s never-ending attempts to “connect”—but none of that prepared me for the hell that was the first day of the week.

“Mate, you look like you got hit by a bus.”

I cracked one eye open to find Ethan smirking at me, arms crossed over his chest. He was fresh, energized, annoyingly awake, which only made me scowl harder.

“More like a truck,” I muttered, rubbing a hand over my face. “Didn’t get much sleep.”

“Wonder why.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain dark-haired girl, would it?”

I shot him a look. “Shut up.”

“Ah, come on. You’ve been spending all your time with her. When’s the wedding?”

I groaned, slamming my locker shut. “Piss off.”

Ethan just laughed, but whatever comeback he had was drowned out by the usual Monday morning chaos—students shoving past, teachers already looking stressed, and the general dread of a long school week settling in.

I glanced down the hallway, eyes automatically searching for one person.

Sienna.

She was near her locker with Cassie, looking as drained as I felt, a coffee cup clutched in her hand like it was the only thing keeping her upright. Her uniform was neat, skirt just a bit longer than most of the girls’, tie loose, collar slightly askew.

She was effortlessly gorgeous.

And completely unaware of the way I was staring at her like an idiot.

“So, when are you asking her out?”

I snapped my gaze back to Ethan. “What?”

He rolled his eyes. “The whole we’re just hanging out excuse isn’t fooling anyone. You’re obsessed with the girl.”

I didn’t bother denying it.

“Not happening.”

“Why not?”

I sighed, adjusting the strap of my bag. “Because I don’t date, Ethan. You know that.”

His smirk faltered slightly, but before he could say anything, the bell rang.

“Saved by the bell.” I clapped him on the shoulder. “See you at training.”

“Coward,” he called after me as I walked away.

Sienna's POV 

Mondays sucked.

Everything about them was awful—the early alarm, the lack of sleep, the never-ending classes.

The only upside?

The fact that I got to sit next to Luca in English.

Not that it mattered.

Not when he spent half the class ignoring me, flipping his pen between his fingers like he wasn’t completely messing with my ability to concentrate.

“You’re staring,” Cassie whispered, smirking.

I tore my gaze away from Luca’s stupidly attractive hands and glared at her. “I am not.”

“You totally are.”

“Shut up.”

She just grinned.

I sighed, trying to focus on the lesson, but it was useless. My mind was a mess—full of Luca, of the way he kissed me, the way his hands felt on me, the way he whispered my name like he needed me.

And now he was sitting beside me, completely unfazed, like none of it happened.

I hated him.

Except I didn’t.

Not even a little.

“Alright, everyone,” Mr. Callahan’s voice snapped me back to reality. “Pair up. We’ll be working on your essays today.”

My stomach dropped.

Shit.

The class immediately erupted into chatter as people scrambled to find their partners. I felt Cassie nudge me, wiggling her eyebrows.

“You’re with him.”

I glanced at Luca, who had already turned in his chair, expression unreadable.

“Looks like it,” he murmured, voice smooth as ever.

I swallowed hard. “Great.”

This was fine.

I could handle one class with him.

Even if my heart was currently attempting to beat its way out of my chest.

Luca leaned back in his chair, stretching out his legs—long enough that his knee knocked against mine under the table.

He didn’t move it.

Neither did I.

“Ready to work, princess?” His lips twitched.

I exhaled slowly.

I was so screwed.