When describing Matthew Williams, you could say that he was a nobody. I mean literally, with his light blonde hair and purple eyes, you'd think he'd be noticeable, but even that is meant as a joke, since nobody is better than finding out your secrets than him, he's perfect for the job. Meet Matthew Williams, your friendly neighborhood stalker.
The silent corridors were broken at the sound of running feet. A boy, no older than fifteen, runned at full speed through the barren lockers. He passed through the hallways, a blonde blur passing at impossible speeds, easily mistaken for a ghost
He came to stop in front of the school's office.
The secretary didn't look up from her file. He came slowly towards her
The boy tried to regain his breath. He tried to at least look respectable in front of the woman, but it was impossible since he continually rubbed his eyes and tried to hold a sleepy sigh
''H-hello? Umm, Mrs. Grey?'' He poked her
She jumped from her seat. She was visibly trying to calm herself and telling herself she wasn't seeing a ghost. When she finally calmed down she looked towards the huddled figure
"Oh sorry! Didn't see you there! You must be here for the Newspaper Club meetings aren't you?'' He nodded, too tired to even whisper an answer
''You came here a little bit late here, but thankfully you are only a few minutes late. The meeting's been moved to room 218''
She gestured to him to get going. When he was gone, she still wondered how did she kept herself sane in this crazy institution
Matthew Williams resumed his previous running. Majestic columns adorned the hallways and the lockers were bigger here. Hetalia High school did stand up to its name. Only the smartest and notorious were allowed to enroll in, plus the school did stand up to its name
He entered quietly inside room 218, anyone barely noticing him with all the noise they were making
A brown haired girl took a book from under her skirt and slammed it with all her might onto the table
'' Everyone, SHUT UP!'' Elizabeta Herdervary screamed from her seat at the end of the table
Everyone inside the room immediately quieted down, since nobody wanted to be on the Hungarian's bad graces
''Okay everyone~ Welcome to this week's Newspaper Meeting. I would all invite you to read this week newspaper, since we have an extremely juicy story on the Shakespeare club's president Arthur Kirkland, courtesy of Lilly Zwajingly. Our newest reporter''
A polite round of applause came from the members while a short, blonde haired girl blushed madly from her seat.
'' Nextly, we are here to discuss next week's article on the Spirit Week Tournament, Kiku please''
A stoic, black haired Asian quietly nodded
'' Yes, Elizabeta- san, we need to-''
Matthew tuned in and out from their conversation. He was just too tired to even fake he was awake, since nobody else will notice anyway. Alfred Jones, sport extraordinaire, Hero of Mankind or more discreetly, his brother, had kept him awake all night with his new horror movie. He also forgot to tell him that the Newspaper Meeting had been changed to today. He let out a small sigh. He loved his brother very much, but sometimes he knew Al acted like a total hoser and knew he was going to get back at his asshole of a brother.
Matthew tried to get more comfortable in his seat and accidently tipped off the newspaper from the table. He immediately picked up the newspaper and accidently read the headlines
SCANDAL ON ROOM 114
The president of the Shakespeare club found in a very compromising position with the Golden Boy of Hetalia High, Alfred Jones. Read all about it inside pg. 2
Matthew let out a small smile. Karma's a bitch. He had known his brother to have become smitten with the school's stuck-up prick, Arthur Kirkland.
But another thing that preoccupied him from the whole incident was that he remembered that Arthur Kirkland had publicly refused to join the Newspaper Club about two weeks ago
He imagines that this is Elizabeta's way of payback. This reminded him so much of the Mafia underground. What the club asks, you do. Which was the reason for his present predicament. He was actually more of a ghost around this parts and when newspaper president Elizabeta actually saw him, he had actually shitted his pants. He didn't know at the time he was going to be the school's gossip photographer, he was just scare of what the club will do to embarrass his nonexistent reputation
'' Thank you all for coming! Meeting adjourned'!'' Everyone started moving towards the door
What? Matthew woke up from his unexpected nap. He looked at his phone
3:32 pm
They did ended the meeting a bit early from what they usually did. He moved towards the door.
''Matthew wait!''
He looked behind him and saw Elizabeta running towards him
''I almost forgot!~ You have a new project I need this pictures taken at now longer two weeks from now. Could you do it for me? Nobody else has been able to do it since we all have a pretty busy week, I thought you could do it since you already took so many great photos for the tournament, could you please?''
She looked at him in the eyes, her clear eyes clouding for a moment. Of course, Matthew didn't feel a bit creeped out, right?
'' Y-y-yes, o-of course Elizabeta! 'He rapidly said. He cursed his social skills for this, nothing more.
She gave him a shiny blue envelope into his shaking hands
''Okay Mattie! See ya' later!''
Matthew stopped holding his breath and slumped back into his chair.
He tried easing up his muscles and opened up the shiny envelope
Name: Gilbert Beilschmidt
Objective: Amusing or humiliating photos. You can do anything to make this happen. If anything dean related happens, you are no longer our responsibility-
He stopped reading and looked around, only to find the rest of the classroom silent and empty
Gilbert Beilschmidt was Hetalia High's bad boy. Member of the It Crowd and Bad Touch Trio, and current tormentor of Elizabeta Herdervary. He was Matthew's worst nightmare.
He continued reading. He let the letter fall down to the floor and started banging his head against the door. It was going to be a long week