Diana's P. O. V
Luca sat opposite me his hand covering the lower portion of his face. He was trying to mask the massive grin on his face as he stared at the text on my phone.
I felt my lower lip twitch with anger, anger directed at myself and at him, I was angry at my damn keyboard!.
"Don't just stare at it! What do I do?!." I yelled out, I yelled so hard that the sides of my head started to hurt badly.
"Am sorry D, but your level of bad luck has surpassed all others!. How were you able to sleep at night?." Luca pried, with an all knowing look on his face.
"I couldn't! I barely slept an inch, and worst of all, he hasn't replied to my text!." I related, coated with worry and anxiety.
"You girls worry over the slightest of things, he probably didn't even read too much into it." Luca said with a calm tone of voice.