The Guy I Sit Next To

Rated M for Lovino's swearing!

I sighed heavily as I fell into my chair. I hate Geography… with a fiery fucking passion… I thought, glaring at the board in front of me.

Then I felt something hit the back of my head. I turned around to look at the balled up piece of paper on the ground. As I reached down to grab it I heard some bastardo snickering. Probably that fat ass Alfred again.

I opened up the piece of paper to find the word 'FAGOT' scrawled oh-so-fucking-gracefully on it. Maybe he should learn to SPELL shit before throwing it at me.

Okay so maybe I'm gay. But the only reason EVERY fucking student in this freakin' school knows because my dumb shit frattello may have screamed it out in the cafeteria. Fucking ass hole.

I threw it over my shoulder, not caring who it hit as the teacher walked in.

"Okay class!" she said in that cheerful way that always pissed me off, "Today we have a new student!"

A boy who had chocolate brown hair and beautif – wait, what? What the fuck! No! They were just emerald! He had emerald eyes! But anyway, he looked kind of… I don't know… Spanish? Anyway he walked into the classroom smiling in a way-less-scarier-then-our-bat-shit-crazy-teacher. Mrs Flemming beamed as she turned to look at me. I nearly cringed at the sheer brightness of it. Nearly.

"His name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo and he is from Spain!" Hmm, what a guess. " We shall all welcome him! Right class?" For some reason that sounded like an order with an underlying threat…

Everyone nodded hastily. "Good! Antonio you may take your seat." Antonio nodded and sat in the seat next to me. Because it was empty. Because everyone fucking hates me.

"Shiz nit! I left todays work in my office! Class, me may chat quietly while I go and grab it." She said, walking quickly out of the room.

As soon as she left, the room burst into loud chatter and laughter. Then I felt a tap on my arm. I turned to see the Spaniard smiling. Again.

"She's a little loco!" he said, laughing a bit. I 'tched'. (Toma: I couldn't think of anything better! DX)

"You haven't seen anything yet buddy…" I sighed. At this Antonio's eyes widened slightly.

"Dios mio… Well my name is Antonio! What's yours chico?" he asked, smiling. AGAIN.

"Uh… I'm Lovino. Lovino Vargas." I replied, slightly confused. What the fuck is a chico?

"¡Qué nombre tan bonito!" he said cheerily, " I hope we can become buenos amigos, Lovino!"

I wish he would stop speaking fucking Spanish… but with the little Spanish I know… he wants to be… good… friends? With me? Why the fuck would he want to friends with me of all people?!

"Uh… ok… I guess…" I said warily, looking at him cautiously.

"Yay! Gracias Lovi!" he said, STILL FUCKING SMILING.

"My name isn't Lovi! It's Lovino." I grumbled.

"Aw, but Lovi sounds cute!" he whined looking at me cutel – annoyingly.

"It's Lovino. LO-VI-NO. LOVINO. Got it?" I sighed. This guy was getting on my nerves.

"Okey dokey Lovi!"

I let my head hit the desk. This was going to be a long lesson…

Author's Note: So this is my very first fanfiction! Please review and tell me what you think! Should I continue it? Or does it suck too much? Please review!