"9:30 ? Fuck !"
As usual, Gilbert is late. In so many years, the Prussian never learned that he might get into trouble one day because of this habit of him. But, anyway, the white hair teenager never learns anyhing: he "teaches" them to other people. Well, that's what he thinks, even though everyone know that he's an idiot, but Gilbert didn't seem to care about it since, in his head, he's the most popular guy at school. I mean, still, girls are lining up only to get a chance to even talk to him, on his friends' disarray, whom used to try understanding how he could hook up with so many girls in a week and still have some more waiting for him, even though they know he'd only have sex with them... Well the most pretty ones. Some never had a chance with him and the Prussian would tell them if they wouldn't. That's what gave him a whore reputation at school but never changed how many girls he'd hang out with. He also had this habit to take everything that was told to him as a compliment for himself. That's was only a little part of what his friends wouldn't understand about him. Well there were many more, but they've stop trying to understand Gilbert a long time ago. It was wasted efforts so they just quit.
Since he was already late, Gilbert decided to take the time to have a shower and wash his "perfect body" like he liked to call it, what was only a small part of his overly high selfesteem. The shower would wake him up a little bit so he'd be prepared for anything that can happen on this sunny day. When he got out of the bathroom, he realised how beautiful the day was. Mein gott! This was the first real hot day of spring, on which the temperature had reached over 85 Fahrenheit. It would let him drive his awesome convertible car that he could only drive at summer, rule made by himself, cause he didn't want to make it dirty on Winter. No time for preparing a lunch, Gilbert would eat at a little cafe this midday.
His white hair reflecting the shining sun, Gilbert jumped into his car. He actually practised this move for about a month to realise it. The albino did learn it only to impress more girls every time he would get into this kick-ass car of his, which he didn't even need, but, sadly, too much wasn't part of Gilbert's vocabulary. He would always say that too much is like not enough for this untouchable legend. Actualy, the only detail that would taunt this Beilschmidt heir would have to be the other part of his family, his little brother, becoming more sexy that him, the unique, great Prussian. He couldn't take it so he just would never admit it. He'd keep arguing with any unfortunate whom would talk about it that he still was the most attractive one of the two of them, which wasn't false on one side. Those two guys were the most captivating, charismatic and handsome guys at school. But even though Ludwig was the sexiest one, he still was the most precious thing that Gilbert had on earth so he couldn't blame him for being irresistible. He would do anything to protect his younger brother, which was only about two years younger, even though he was smaller and not as muscular as Ludwig. To tell you how he loved him, the albino would choke on a date with an extremely hot chick just to "rescue" his little baby brother, which didn't happen yet, but in Gilbert's mind, it would, it would.
The last Prussian (like he'd call himself with reason because he came from a long line of people from Prussia, which do not exist since about the world war 2. Gilbert didn't have the same mother as his younger brother, whom both parents were Germans. Her mother, Alena, was Prussian, but died three years ago in a plane accident. So that was why he would call himself "the last Prussian" ), looking incredibly good with his sunglasses on, finally moved to school. On his way to high-school, he suddenly heard someone yelling:
"Gil! esperar!"
The red eye German stop his car to see one of his best friend, Antonio, running after his car. The albino stop the car, waiting for his friend to make his way to him then finally asked:
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Thank goooood I've catch you up!" he answered out of breath. He took his time to take it back and then continued:
"I kinda got up a little too late this morning and, you know, I don't have a car like you do..."
"Get in.." The Beilschmidt heir retorted in a sigh.
"Heh! Gracias dude!"
The Spanish friend got in. Unlike his best friend, Antonio didn't have rich parents that could afford such a great car... He even had to work at a fast food to get some money to keep up and hang out with his two best friends. He'd sometimes wish to be as wealthy as his buddies. Gilbert knew it and would always mess up with him just to taunt the brown hair student. Keeping up with rich kids sure was hard, but Antonio worked hard to succeed and it worked most of the time.
They finally arrived at school on the first break at 10:15. Luckily for them, they've only missed one class, which was french. Being on their sixth and last year of high-school, it wasn't the time to miss school if they wanted to catch their diploma. weirdly, Gilbert and the others have always managed to pass every year of high-school. Nobody knew how they could make it to succeed being idiots at the same time. Anyway, there was only quarter of a year left so they may have tried to keep up with all the exams coming up.
They entered the cafeteria as the bell rang for the break to start.
"Mein gott! Hopefully, school's almost over! I can't wait to for summer!" the Prussian almost yelled.
"Si!" The Spanish answered. "Will you organize those awesome parties again? My mom doesn't want me to D: "
"For sure! I mean, how the fuck could I manage to pass a summer without throwing parties? My father's never at home and Ludwig doesn't care cause he has free alcohol all night long."
"yeeeah! Still, I hope you won't throw those parties if i'm at work. I hate this job..."
"Hey les gars!"
A deep voice coming from behind them cut their conversation right away. The two friends immediately recognized the only person who would talk to them in french, Francis Bonnefois, the third member of the bad touch trio like they would call themselves.
Abandoning french, Francis continued: "Guys where were you? The teacher told us the contents of the exam that's coming next week."
"Uh.. we kinda woke up late this morning" answered the two guys standing n front of him.
Francis never managed to understand how those two worked. Being the less stupid one of the bad touch trio almost was an honor to him, even though he still was ridiculously retarded. At least, he could always count on them.. Well, almost anytime...
"Ahh and what's the matter? You'll explain everything to us after all right?" The white hair kid said. "I do not understand a word of what the teacher says since she's talking in french, even when I'm attending the classes. French sure is a useless fucking language..."
The Frenchman got insulted on that one. He looked at him, pissed, and slowly answered on an irritated tone:
"Then why are you even bothering coming in french class then?"
The smile on his friend's face already answered his question.
"Cause that teacher's so mother fucking hot dude! And, you know, when she wears those tiny skirts...?"
"OH and her sexy tops that let us see her enormous boobs!"
This comment surprised the two friends talking. They almost forgot about the spanish. No, They always forgot about his presence.
"Geez, I guess I can tell you about what's coming up in the next classes" the tall blond said in discouragement. "Mais n'insultez plus ma langue natale, espèces de ringards ou vous aurez affaire a moi!"
Both the German and the Spaniard didn't understand a word of what he said so they just nodded, then walked away.
"Guys! Couldn't you at least wait for me?"
"Ah stop whining and get your ass here, we're almost late for math class!" Gilbert yelled at him.
"Mon dieu, help me not kill them before the end of the year..."
He then caught them up before the bell for the end of the break rang.
