THE FOUR SEASONS OF LOVE (PORTUGALXOCXSPAIN)

SUMMER

'God! This is why I hate moving!' she thought as she ran through the hallway of her new school. The truth was her only guardian and relative (since her parents were dead), her uncle, was a travelling businessman. They were always traveling. There was this one time when they moved to France and stayed there for more than a year but left right after the contract was signed. She almost thought back then that they were going to stay there but it seemed that she was wrong.

Going back to the present, she kept on running, desperate to find her room. She never had a good sense of direction. And right now, she really wanted to cry. She was late and she still couldn't find her room. At last, since the hallway she was running through was empty, she just collapsed to her knees and cried.

"What are you doing here?" a voice asked.

She looked up and saw a guy with long brown hair tied in a low ponytail and he had the most gorgeous dark green eyes. But he also had a scar on his right eye. She couldn't help to wonder where he got that. She sniffed as she wiped her tears.

"I-I am supposed to have a class at Room 3-A b-but I don't know where it is," she looked down as heat rose to her cheeks in embarrassment.

"Follow me then," he said simply and turned his back to walk away.

Her brows furrowed but as he was getting far, she immediately stood up and trailed quickly behind him.

"How did you get enrolled here anyway?" the guy asked out of blue.

"W-well… My uncle said that this was the best school in town…" she answered.

He scoffed. "Best school, huh? Actually this is the only school in town," he tilted his head to look at you lazily, "Don't you know that this was a school for boys? But the system got changed and now the school is opened to everyone. So far, you're the first girl to enroll."

She was surprised. Her uncle never told her that! 'B-boys? A school for boys?!'

"Tell you what," he stopped walking and turned to you, "Whatever you find here: mess, riot, fights, idiots, perverts, bullies, you name them; just count it as normal in this school." And he opened the classroom door by his side. "Room 3-A," he said and casually walked in.

She followed him and walked in. There was no teacher! She was sure that class should be starting now! She looked at the desks and there were only few students there. At the front row scattered were four students. There was this guy with dark brown hair (one strand of hair was up), very formal and elegant by looking at him, and when he saw her, his eyes widened for a second then just looked away as he adjusted his glasses. The other was by the window, he had a very short ebony hair with fringe on his forehead and his brown eyes were gentle as he politely nodded at her as he saw her. Another guy who was sitting beside him nodded, too. He seemed to be strict and his blonde hair slicked back and his piercing blue eyes gave him a look of a soldier. The last guy, who was also a blonde, was on the other end of the row. He was holding a notebook on one hand and on his other hand, he was scribbling on a paper as his forest green eyes shifted from the notebook to the paper; it seemed that he didn't notice her at all.

At the back of the room, near the corner of the room, were three students. One had a wavy blonde hair with eyes which obviously showed the thoughts that was running in his head as he sent a flying kiss at her (she blushed at the bold move). The other who was beside him was an albino who was smirking/grinning widely at her as he winked at her. The other who was also sitting with them seemed to be different than them. He was 'normal'. He had a messy brown hair and cheerful/playful green eyes. He just smiled sweetly at her as he gave her a friendly wave. And she waved back since she thought that the guy was nice and friendly. 'But he does look like…' her eyes drifted to the other side of the room, where her ponytail friend was sitting beside the window, with his chin on his hand.

She made her way to the seat beside his. "May I seat here?" she asked, trying to get his attention.

He looked at her blankly. "You can seat wherever you want. This class only has few students after all," and he looked away again.

"Uhm…Where's the teacher? I thought I was late. Class is supposed to be starting now."

He looked back to her with an annoyed expression. "I told you, right? Whatever you find here is normal. This class you are in right now has seldom given classes. Now stop talking to me when I don't want to talk to you." With that, he stood up and left the room.

She just sighed. 'He is so grumpy but I think he is just not used to talking to people. He seems…nice… because if he isn't, he wouldn't help me to find my room in the first place.'

"Ola, chica!"

The guy from the trio at the corner sat on the chair in front of her.

"Uhm, hi?"

"Don't be affected by that brother of mine, chica," he cheerfully says, "He's always like that. I'm Antonio by the way!" he held out his hand.

She blushed. She was never used to talking to boys since every time she made friends at school it was always with the girls whom she talked to. She was too shy to talk to boys. Nevertheless, she sheepishly smiled at him and took his hand, shaking it. "I'm Leyka." 'But wait! He said brother? The guy who helped me is his brother?'

"Want to meet my other friends?" he cocked his head to the direction of his 'friends'.

"Uhm…okay…" she nodded. "But, wait. You said he is your brother?"

"Ah, yes. His name is Joao."

"I see."

"Hey, don't be shy! Come on now!" he gently took her hand and guided her to the direction of the other two.

"Ah, ma belle, it's very rare to see a girl like you here," the blonde purred as she took a seat in front of them, "I am Francis, by the way," he reached inside his uniform jacket and took out a rose. He gave it to her.

She blushed as she took it, "I'm Leyka."

"Nice to meet you, mon petite."

"So the frau decides to befriend the Awesome Me and his friends, ja?" the albino said as he grinned at her. "Well it can't be help! The name's Gilbert! But you can always call me Awesome!" and then he reached inside his bag and took out a little bird—uhm—his yellow chick. "This is Gilbird by the way and he is mein awesome pet."

She softly giggled at his use of the word 'awesome'. "I'm Leyka. And that's a cute bird you've got. It reminds me of the funbun we eat in our country."

The three looked at her in confusion. "What is a funbun?" Gilbert asked.

"It's a kind of bread shaped like that," she pointed to Gilbird, "It is very delicious."

Gilbert's jaw dropped. "You eat mein chick's kind?!"

His two friends just laughed as they sweat-dropped.

"No. It's just bread shaped like a bird."

"Humph!"

FF~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She made instant friends with the three boys who called themselves as the Bad Touch Trio. So far, the one that she was closest to was with the Spanish, Antonio. He was unlike Francis who was extremely perverted at times and unlike Gilbert who was so obsessed with awesome-ness and his awesome self. And most of all, the reason why Antonio seemed so close to her was that he looked like that guy who helped her that morning, Joao.

Now she walked on a street to go home. The trio tried to offer to walk with her but before she could even say yes, they got chase by some fangirls of theirs. 'So they are popular to girls, huh? I wonder why those girls didn't study in that school if they like those three so much. It would be nice if there are other girls I can talk to in school.'

"Ah, look what we got here," a sly voice.

She looked up and saw that she got lost in her tracks of thought to notice that she incidentally took a wrong turn to an abandoned alley. 'Thanks to my poor sense of direction.' Two tall guys stood in her way: a blonde and a brunette.

"You're right what a nice catch!" the brunette said.

"Hey, little girl, want to have some fun with us?" the blonde swung his arm around her.

She moved away and slapped his hand. "No, I'm sorry. I have to go home." And she ran away, in hopes that they would leave her alone that way. But she was so wrong.

Moments of her running was short lived since the brunette wrapped his arms around her little body in a vice grip and grabbed her while the blonde took her struggling legs and they carried her back to the dark alley. It was nearly dark and the sun was setting. She feared for her life but what she feared most was what they were planning to do to her.

"No! Please let me go! Let me GO!" she cried and struggled but to no avail.

"Don't worry, beautiful, you'll enjoy it," the brunette whispered in her ear.

"No! NO!"

THUMP!

A fairly sized rock hit the head of the blonde, making him drop to the ground as he let go of her legs. She immediately struggled with more force and broke free from the brunette.

"What the!" he growled as he tried to capture her again.

But she was pulled in to a rather hard body, with her two hands resting on 'his' chest.

"What are you doing here!?" The brunette asked as he helped the blonde up.

"What are you doing here? This is my territory, remember?" her savior—no it's Joao—said. His arms were around her protectively. "And what do I do with some rats like you who tried to dirty my place?"

The two flinched at this.

"W-well…" the recovered blonde stuttered as he clutched his head, "We'll be leaving now, Joao. We—we just got lost here."

Joao just glared at them. "Leave before I change my mind."

And they scampered away.

With them gone, he released a deep breath. And he pulled away from her shaking body.

"Are you alright, idiot? Didn't your parents tell you to stay away from abandoned alleyways?" he asked sternly.

'My parents are dead' she wanted to say. She just looked up at him. "T-thank you…You saved my life…" there were no tears but it was clear that she was nearly crying as she looked at him in gratitude. "Thank you!" and without thinking, she wrapped her arms around him, embracing him tightly.

Joao seemed to be taken aback at this. His body stiffened. Never did he allow a person to get close to him like this, let alone hug him. But instead of pushing her away which he would normally do, he just couldn't bring his self to do so. It was like there was an unknown reason that he couldn't push her away. Was it her warmth? Her embrace? Or was it that she was the only girl who dared to talk to him? No one actually talk to him that much since he shut his self from the world ever since his mother died. Antonio, his brother, recovered quickly and continued to associate with others and he was angry at his brother for that. For forgetting about their mother and keep on smiling.

He just sighed and let her embrace him, thinking that he could just always ignore her after this.

He was wrong.

Ever since that day, she, who introduced herself as Leyka, would always go to him, she would always talk to him. She would even cook him lunch since she found out from his brother, who was obviously her friend; that he never eat any lunch. She would even try not to hang out with the trio of friends she had now just to spend some time with him. But as always, he acted like he didn't care.

Summer was going to be over and maybe, since he heard that the girl's uncle was a travelling businessman, maybe she would leave soon.

But did he really want that?