"Mi Tomatoe!"
An Italian's fist went out and caught the Spaniard's jaw, causing him to fall back onto the white tiled floor. The silver lockers reflected the beige walls as the angered teenager glared down at the Junior, a tint of red to his cheeks. "Don't call me that idiot! I'm not anybody's 'tomato' got that?"
The older student winked an emerald green eye, his smile wide, "But that gives me hope that I'll be able to call you that before the end of the school year!" He stood up in a quick, fluid motion, rubbing his chin. "But that was a good hit, not very nice." He placed a hand on Lovino's head and looked at locker 456, grinning. "Did you forget the combination this early in the year?"
"Shut up Carriedo, it's the start of the year, I haven't had time to memorize it." He grumbled, staring at the lock with a frown. Jumping as a hand came over his shoulder, he turned and glared at the grinning face. "What are you doing?"
Antonio tilted his head, "Opening your locker so you're not late to class? Gilbert's dad is a really strict guy."
Scowling, Lovino pushed him back, "I can do it okay?"
"Whatever you say mi tomatoe."
"Will you stop calling me that!"
Antonio smirked, waving over his shoulder as the five minute warning bell rung. Lovino cursed under his breath, turning back to the locker, preparing to be embarrassed in class again, only to see the lock hanging open with a sticky-pad with the code stuck to the front of it. "Stupid bastard." He growled, face red but smiling.
Happy birthday sissy! I hope this inspires you to work on you're Spamano even though it's short! Have a wonderful year!
~Willow