"Don't look so surprised. This happens all the time."
Her eye twitched. How could she not be surprised? You'd have to be some kind of retarded ape not to be surprised by... that.
"Look, we told you what to expect. You should have prepared yourself for this."
He snorted at her slightly.
"Or maybe you're not cut out for this..."
Okay, hold up a minute. Who says she can't handle this? She was Lovina Chiara Vargas. She was not about to let some half-witted muscle-head tell her what she can and can't do!
"Listen, Bastardo. I told you I'd be fine with whatever you threw at me, as long as I could get out of that stupid, fucking house! Capishe? Mio Dio!"
She yanked her wheeley case violently over the apartment's threshold, tugging her Prada handbag closer to her torso. She was really trying her best to ignore what was going in front of her. As a matter of fact, she planned on ignoring everything and everyone around her for as long as possible. Forever, hopefully.
She stopped, square in the centre of the room, looking at the obvious caution of the German man behind her and the oblivious cries of the three men in front of her.
A ripe, red tomato hit her bang in the middle of her designer blouse. Her white designer blouse.
The three boys stopped dead in their tracks; abruptly bringing an end to their tomato fight.
Lovina's hazel eyes glowed like a devil's as her anger boiled over. She was beyond restraint. Oh, she could handle these three idiotas. And she was going to show that German bastard right now that she would not be taking any prisoners.
"Which one of you stupid sons of bitches hit me!? Eh? Eh? Was it blondie, or red eyes or-"
"Lo siento. It was me."
She was interrupted mid rant by the third boy who stepped forward from behind his cowering roommates.
That was the first time Lovina got a proper look at him. Tall, dark, green eyed and mysterious. For the first time in her life she was at a complete loss for words and she didn't quite know why. She paused, full of anticipation and just a little apprehension, suddenly over whelmed by her situation and the mere thought of having to live with three of the most confusing men she'd ever met.
Felicia, her little sister and her new boyfriend Ludwig Beilshmidt were the reason she decided to evacuate her own home. Their sickly sweet affection seemed contagious and, after long term exposure, was making her barf. If it were up to her, she would have gone someplace quiet where none of the (many) stupid idiots in her life could bother her, a small hotel in Sicily, a flat in Milan- anywhere. But horses weren't wishes, so this begger couldn't ride off into the sunset with just a suitcase and her own shadow for company.
She was seriously low on money, having spent the majority on designer clothes and an extremely beautiful Alpha Romeo 4C. She owned a fucking amazing car and more clothes than she possibly needed. She had no regrets. None at all.
Out of pity, Ludwig set her up with a place to stay. She could live with his brother and his crazy ass roommates who are 'a little hard to handle'. And here she was, looking at her new flatmates as they rubbed tomato off their clothes.
They were pretty much as she expected. Asses that seemed to act as though they'd each downed a bottle of tequila and then managed to get themselves on the most unbelievable sugar high the world has ever seen. What she didn't expect, was for one to have unbelievably beautiful green eyes. Not that she liked him, of course, she wasn't that shallow.
"Bonjour Mademoiselle!" The man with the blond pony tail waltzed over to her and kissed her hand.
"I am Francis Bonnefoy and these are my dear friends; Gilbert Beilschmidt and Antonio Fernandez Carriedo."
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Casanova!?" She retorted, not about to let any slimy French bastard get his hands on her.
From across the room the Spanish man, Antonio, giggled like a school girl at his friend being bullied by a girl. Lovina didn't find it that amusing.
"You want some of this too, bastard?"
She was interrupted (again!) by the stupid potato bastard with his slick blond hair and fancy posture.
"Well I can see that you're going to get along. Bruder, this is Lovina Vargas, Felicia's schwester."
Before he bolted out the door and headed away from this hell hole of an apartment, he poked his head around and added one final thought.
"Don't do anything... illegal. Okay?"
His albino brother waved him off, grin on face.
"Ja, ja. I know!" He giggled an annoying, ear raping laugh that, of course, irritated Lovina (what didn't?). She could tell they were not going to be getting along.
Then, an awkward silence to end all awkward silences spread over the room. Lovina looked from Gilbert, to Fracis to Antonio and each of them looked around at each other before staring at the Italian woman. Gilbert's unsteady voice broke the staring match.
"So... tomato fight?"