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Roger hurried down the street trying to dodge the crowds of people. He told Collins that he would be at his office at 12:30 to catch up. Collins had just got back to NYU after and extended break. Roger looked down at his watch; it was 12:55. He started to walk faster. He looked down at the folder in his hands, he'd just come from band practice. He'd written a bunch of new songs that he was actually proud of. Since he was looking down he didn't noticed the person in front of him stop until he crashed into them.
"Son of a bitch." He cursed as he fell to the ground. The folder he was holding was now on the ground with it's contents all over.
"Figlio di una femmina." A woman said as she reached out to pick up her papers. "Ever watch where you going?"
"Fuck off." He grumbled as he picked up the papers.
"Watch where you're going next time jackass." She said getting up and grabbing the papers that she had been holding. "Scatto." She muttered as she walked away. Roger picked up the rest of his papers and continued to Collins office.
Roger walked into Collins office to find him sitting at his desk with his feet up reading a book.
"Sorry I'm late. Band practice ran late and then this girl bumped into me." Roger said sitting down in the chair in front of the desk.
"Oh really?" Collins said putting the book down and raising his eyebrows. "Tell me about this girl."
"Nothing to tell." Roger said. "I accidentally bumped into her and she started acting like a fucking bitch."
"Was she pretty?" Collins asked.
"I don't know I wasn't looking." Roger said.
"Oh." Collins said. "So what's been going on? Sorry we haven't talked much since I've been back."
"It's cool. You've been busy." Roger said. "I got a new band together. It's going good. I'm still at the bar."
"Have you talked to Mimi lately?" Collins asked.
"She called last week. She's in Cleveland." Roger said laughing.
"Why the hell would she go there?" Collins asked laughing.
"Something about her dad being a browns fan." Roger said. "She hasn't decided where she's going next."
"I'm glad she's doing good." Collins said with a smile. "So you two are really over?"
"Yeah." Roger said looking at the ground. "We were great for each other at the time, but now, we're just friends."
"You dating anyone else?" Collins asked.
"No. I'm taking a break from that." Roger said. "Focus on my friends and music." There was a knock on the door and a woman with dark brown hair walked in.
"Buon pomeriggio, Collins." She said smiling as she walked into his office. Her smile faded when she looked at Roger.
"You." She said disgustedly.
"You two know each other?" Collins asked amused.
"Yeah this is the bitch I was telling you about earlier." Roger said glaring at her.
"Voi figlio di una femmina?" She yelled in Italian. "Vostro quello che lo ha battuto giù. Asshole"
"Izzy calm down." Collins said laughing. "He doesn't speak Italian."
"He's the one the bumped into me." Izzy said glaring at Roger.
"Whatever." Roger muttered.
"Ok, kiddies back to you corners." Collins said laughing. "Did you need something, Izzy?"
"Yeah. I was wondering if you had anything on Puccini?" Izzy asked sending another glare towards Roger.
"I don't think so. I'll look around and get back to you." Collins said. "Why do you need it?"
"Because I want to cover Puccini in great Italian writers but I don't know that much about him." Izzy said.
"Giacomo Puccini was born on December 22, 1858, in Lucca, Italy. He studied at a musical conservatory in Milan from 1880 until 1883. He is probably best known for La Boheme, Manon Lescaut, and Turandot. Turandot was unfinished at the time of his death in 1924 but was later completed and opened in 1926." Roger said with a smug grin as Izzy and Collins jaws dropped.
"How the hell do you know about Pucinni?" Izzy asked stunned.
"I did a project on him when I was in school. He's actually one of my favorite composers." Roger said grinning. The look on her face was priceless. "Let me guess you thought I was this rocker, metal head? Didn't think I'm the type to like opera?"
"Wiseass." She said before turning to Collins. "I'll talk to you later." And with that she turned and left. When Roger turned and looked at Collins, he was smiling.
"Why are you so happy that I just got into a fight with one of your students?" Roger asked.
"First off she's not my student. She teaches Italian and history here." Collins said smirking. "And I'm smiling because you like her."
"Get you eyes examined." Roger said rolling his eyes.
"You don't find her the least bit attractive?" Collins asked.
"Yeah she's pretty, but then she opened her mouth and I wanted to make myself deaf." Roger said dryly.
"I seem to recall that every one of your serious relationships started with you fighting with them." Collins said laughing.
"They did not." Roger said.
"Mimi, April, Tessa, Barb, and Michelle." Collins said laughing counting off his fingers. "You forget that I've known you for years. You said the same thing about all of them."
"Whatever." Roger said getting up. "Are we going to lunch or what?"
"After you." Collins said pointing to the door.
"Ciò sta andando essere hell." Izzy said putting her head down on the desk.
"I'm sure you'll do fine." Collins said laughing in the doorway.
"Oh hey Collins." Izzy said looking up. "You leaving?"
"Yeah. It's almost six you should do the same." Collins said still standing in the doorway.
"I'm just trying to get my lesson plan together." Izzy said as she packed up her things. "I'm really nervous."
"It's normal." Collins said. "It's your first week. I'm sure that you'll do great."
"Thanks." She said putting on her jacket. "So how do you know that jackass?"
"I take it your talking about Roger?" Collins asked laughing.
"Is that his name?" Izzy asked as they walked out of the building.
"Roger Davis. I've known him for years." Collins said.
"He's a puntura." She said shaking his head.
"My Italian is a little rusty. But I'm pretty sure you just called him a prick." Collins said laughing. Izzy just smiled. "He's a really good guy. You just have to get to know him."
"I think I'll pass." Izzy said.
"He could probably help you with your lesson plan. He did seem to know an awful lot about Puccini." Collins said as they reached her apartment.
"I'd rather chew on glass." She said dryly.
"You really don't like him, do you?" Collins asked laughing.
"Something about him just rubs me the wrong way." She said pulling out her keys.
"Well I'll see you tomorrow." Collins said.
"Ok. Bye." She said waving to him as she entered the building.
A/N: Ok so I know I still have How did we get here and Time Flies to finish but I've hit a block in How Did We Get Here and I can't get too far ahead in Time Flies. I promise that I will finish How Did We Get Here some time in the near future. Well I hope you liked this story. It's just a little idea I had. Thanks to Renthead621 for helping me with this story. Remember that I love reviews! Oh and Izzy is speaking in Italian so here are the translations according to Babelfish:
Figlio di una femmina- Son of a bitch
Scatto- Jerk
Buon pomeriggio- Good Afternoon
Voi figlio di una femmina- You son of a bitch
Vostro quello che lo ha battuto giù-You're the one that knocked me down
Ciò sta andando essere hell- This is going to be hell
Puntura- Prick
Until Next Time, Lot's of Love
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