**(EDIT: Longer, grammar mistakes fixed, more character interactions, and a bit more drama. All in a good days work. Also my OC seems to have some anger issues!)**
Chapter 2 – Cock It and Pull It
I rolled out of my bed the next morning tired, irritable, and quite hung over. I felt something hard in my hand and looked down at it. It was my drumstick, which last I checked was downstairs with my drum set. What the hell happened last night? I groaned as I tried to sit up, dropping my drumstick on the pillow, my room blurring thanks to my vicious as hell headache. I rummaged my hand through the nightstand next to my bed, trying to locate the aspirin that I keep there for mornings just like this. Once my hand found the tiny bottle, I popped it open, and fished out two on the tablets, which I took dry because I'm too damn tired and lazy to actually get out of my bed to find some water.
I laid around in my bed for a while longer, letting the medication set in before I attempted to get out of bed and change out of whatever I was still wearing from the night before, which wasn't much due to my perchance to strip while asleep. I trudged into my bathroom, which smelled a bit funny thanks to me forgetting to flush after I threw up last night. I groaned at the memory and turned on my shower, so that the water could heat up and I could try to forget the way Antonio's tongue had turned me on.
Sticking my hand under the shower head, I deemed the water ok and hopped in, boxers and all. I really didn't give a fuck at that point and was more concerned with just getting ready for school and trying to ignore the raging boner I had.
I had just finished rinsing the conditioner from my hair when I heard my bedroom door open and the unmistakable sound of my best friend storming her way through my bedroom. I counted down the seconds until she flung my bathroom door open under my breath.
"MATTHEW WILLIAMS!" I smirked behind the shower curtain, she was right on cue. I then counted down the seconds it took her storm over to the shower and pull back the curtain. "Why the hell is Gilbert Beilschmidt sleeping on your damn couch?" I raised an eyebrow. Now I seriously wanted to know what the fuck happened last night after I came upstairs? "And why in the hell are you showering with boxers on? Have you lost your mind too?" I scrunched up my nose at her as I turned off the shower and stepped out onto the floor, reaching past Reyane to grab the Pac-Man towel she had bought me for Christmas.
"No Reyane, I haven't lost my mind. I was too hung over to actually do anything when I woke up this morning. So I just said fuck it." I stripped the wet boxers off and threw them in the corner before wrapping the towel around my waist. "So, yeah, why did you come storming into my bathroom again?" Reyane groaned like she didn't want to repeat what she had said.
"You have Gilbert BEILSCHMIDT on you damned couch! I would like an explanation as to WHY IN THE FUCK IS HE THERE!" I blinked at her, did she not understand the mechanics of a hangover? They tend to come with headaches and people yelling don't help those headaches. I stepped around Reyane and went into my bedroom, intent on finding clothes because I felt slightly weird being naked around my best friend.
"Well, I guess we're leaving him there until he wakes up." Reyane seemed averse to doing that, but we had no real choice. There is no way in hell that I was going down there with a possibly hung over Gilbert. That's asking for a death sentence. "Don't worry Reyane; Ludwig probably knows that he's here." Reyane rolled her eyes and plopped down in the armchair that I have in the corner of my room.
"Fine, but I still want to know what the fuck happened, you were all fucking shit faced last night." I raised my eyebrow, she expected me to remember what happened last night? "And besides, you drank enough vodka to put a smile on Ivan Braginski's face; maybe today will be a good day for you!" I groaned, P.E. was going to be hell!
We eventually had to kick Gilbert awake, and he cussed us out when we did. I don't know what he said, but I was pretty sure he was speaking German or something similar to that language. I handed him a red button-up and a pair of dark blue jeans that I had found in the back of my closet and shoved him into the shower that was attached to the guest room. It took him about 20 or so minutes, but when he got out, well, let's just say that my boner from this morning had returned with a vengeance. The shirt was a little tight on him, and the jeans were slung low on his hips, but god, if wasn't so intent in retaining my dignity, I would've dragged him over to the bed and said fuck school. Reyane must have noticed the look on my face and decided nudge me in the side with her elbow. I turned to face her and she wore her ever present 'I know what you're thinking' look. I scowled back at her and she just shrugged like the good friend she was.
I shook my head and told Reyane and Gilbert to be ready to leave in 5 minutes. Reyane nodded and grabbed Gilbert by the arm, effectively dragging him towards me and Al's car, the Dodge Caliber that our parents bought us before they died. I grabbed my black messenger bag that was by the door and I called out into the garage to make sure Al was in there. Shutting and locking the door behind me, I climbed in the backseat, seeing as Reyane had called shotgun and we headed to school. Or, as Al called it, the Jailbait Capital of the world…don't I have just a lovely brother?
My 1st and 2nd hours weren't too bad, because they're my advanced classes and I only have Arthur in there. Arthur avoided me like he always does and sat by the window. But I could tell that this was different. As I headed to my seat, whispers about last night floated around my head. I have never felt like such shit before and all the sly looks that I was receiving weren't helping matters much. Feeling my normally unending patience slowly start to break, I turned to the first person that I caught looking at me and snapped.
"What the hell are you looking at, eh?" The girl cowered lower in her seat and adverted her eyes. The other people in the class got the hint and started to look elsewhere, but the whispers continued. I got to my seat and slumped down in it. I sat like this for a minute or two before I felt someone hovering over me. I looked up and imagine my surprise when I saw Arthur. "What do you want Eyebrows?" Arthur narrowed his eyes. It wasn't in my nature to be rude, but I wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone's mouth today.
"If you're going to be like that then maybe I'll just leave you alone!" Arthur turned to storm away, but was stopped by me grabbing his wrist.
"Sorry…I've just had a rough night." Arthur turned around and gave me a smile that was almost paternal.
"Are you talking about the hangover or the fact that you made out with Antonio in full sight of everyone you know?" I groaned and let go of his arm so that I could drop my face into my hands.
"Both!" Arthur chuckled and sat down in the desk in front of me.
"It's ok, I'm pretty sure Lovino won't beat you up too badly." I looked up at Arthur enough so that he could only see the evil glare that I was giving him.
"You're soooo comforting." Arthur shook his head and patted mine, trying to be comforting.
"Glad that I can help." I smiled for the first time today. I think Arthur would've said more, but the teacher walked it and quieted the class down so we could begin our adventures into statistics.
"MATTHEW WILLIAMS!" I spun around as I heard my name shouted for the second time that day and saw Reyane flying like a crow through the crowd, heading straight for me. I debated if I should run or not, having a pretty good idea on what was wrong, but my decision was made as she grabbed my arm and pushed me against the closest wall.
"What Reyane, oh scary best friend of mine." I grunted out as I felt my back slam against the brick. Reyane's jade eyes darkened and I had a funny feeling that I was in for a rough time.
"What the fuck did you and Antonio do last night?" Yup, I was so dead, even though I didn't really give a shit at this point. Reyane was a huge yaoi fan and Antonio and Lovino were often subjected to her strange fantasies.
"Umm…just made out like a pair of wild animals?" She sighed heavily, and I still felt death hanging heavily over my head.
"Well, seeing as you still have your head, I guess I won't do you in just yet. And maybe us fangirls will get some angry make up sex!" I shook my head, I honestly wonder how in the hell that the two of us are still friends after all these years. As I manage to loosen myself from her harsh grip, my worst nightmare turns the corner, Antonio, and he's flanked by Francis and Gilbert.
Reyane follows my line of sight and turns slightly to protect me when she sees the dark look on Antonio's face. Antonio growls at her but she doesn't budge.
"Reyane, this is between me and Matthew." Reyane rises to the challenge.
"And as his best friend, I have all rights to be here. Besides, I trust you less than I would trust an STD." Antonio growls again, but Reyane isn't fazed. "Besides, Lovino could be around here, waiting to pounce and I happen to like have Matt around."
"That's why I'm here, Lovino won't speak to me." Reyane shrugs.
"And it's his fault that you can't keep your hands off of anything that happens to strike your passing fancy? I don't fucking think so." I swallow as Antonio got disturbingly close to Reyane's face.
"Stay out of what doesn't concern you, like this!" Reyane smirks, something that is the first sign that you want to turn tail and run.
"If it concerns Mattie, then you better believe that it concerns me. Maybe you should try to fix your own problems before pinning them on someone else." Reyane looks past him slightly to catch Francis's eye. "Get this Spanish bastard out of my face," She looks back at Antonio, a wildness appearing in her eyes that I have never seen before. "Before I permanently rearrange his." Francis gets the memo and tries to pull Antonio away, but doesn't before he tries to land a punch that Reyane blocks effortlessly. Reyane narrows her eyes and pushes and Antonio backwards, forcing him to topple over onto Francis. "Useless wino bastard." Reyane grabs me by the arm and drags me towards my fourth hour class, away from the crowd that is gathering around Antonio and Francis.
As I look back, I catch Gilbert standing off to the side. He looks up and our eyes lock, a smirk appearing on his face. I shiver from the effect of it.
Reyane finally releases my arm outside of my fourth hour classroom. I rub it to help alleviate the pain from her tight grip. She has the same hard look on her face that she wore when facing down Antonio. I have a weird feeling that I know what the problem is.
"You haven't been taking your medication, have you?" She looks away towards the ground, confirming my suspicions. "Reya! You know that if you don't take them that they'll…" She interrupts me with a fierce glare.
"That they'll what? Lock me up? Put me in a windowless room with only my fucking mind for company?" My face betrays my worry because Reyane stops talking and looks ashamed. "Matt, you know I didn't mean that." I say nothing, just pull her into a much needed hug.
"You should probably get to class." She nods and I let her go. She gives me a soft smile before jogging down the hall to her class. As I watch her jog away, another good friend of mine, Calthia Karpusi, skips up to me.
"Hey Matt, what's wrong with you?" Calthia's short blond hair frames her face as she stares at me expectantly.
"Reyane, but what's new? The girl gives me nothing but worry." Cal nods and motions with her head that we should get into class. I nod and the two of us walk into English Lit and I walk head first into Gilbert, who at some point had snuck past me into the classroom. I fell on my ass and my books scattered everywhere. Gilbert just looked down at me and smirked.
"Well, if it isn't the little Canadian girl who can't even stand up for herself." I looked up at him, anger from earlier flashing in my eyes. Calthia knelt down next to me and helped me gather my books, not realizing that my anger was growing by the second as I replayed the events from earlier over in my head. At some point, I snapped. I jumped up from gathering my items on the ground and knocked him down with a well aimed punch to face. He looked up at me, nose bleeding slightly and anger and irritation obvious in his eyes. "What the fuck was that for?" I refused to answer him, and grabbed the neat pile of books off of the ground and headed to my desk, but he grabbed my ankle and tripped me, sending me face first into the ground.
"Oww…" I rubbed my head, it was sore from its meeting with the ground. I suddenly felt someone straddle me and I flung my head around to see Gilbert turning me into his chair.
"Look at the girl, she can't see to keep her balance." I fumed angrily, I wasn't a FUCKING GIRL! I used my arms and strength from many years of hockey to push my upper body off the ground and suddenly bucked my hips, throwing him horribly off balance and into the teacher's desk. I grinned wickedly as hergroaned from the impact. I would've gone over to him and caused more damage, but Calthia's brother walked in.
"Umm…what's going on here?" Mr. Karpusi raised an eyebrow, concern etched across his face. Calthia stepped in front of her brother, an explanation on her lips, but Feliciano was quicker.
"Gilbert was antagonizing Mattie, so Mattie used his awesome Canadian skills to kick some Prussian butt and he also made me pasta!" Everyone looked at Feliciano, who sat there in a haze of pasta.
"Well, that's the gist of it…minus the pasta." Heracles sighed and headed for his desk. He scooted the unconscious Gilbert away from his desk and plopped in his seat.
"Ok, well…we'll just leave him here until he wakes up. I'm not in the mood to pick him up." The class laughed and I grabbed my books and headed to my seat. Gilbert was still out of it at the end of class, so Ludwig kicked him awake. Me and Calthia didn't stick around. But after lunch I got cornered.
"So Mattie…" He sounded so sadistic, yet I was kinda turned on by it…or maybe it was how close our bodies were… "Did you get a kick out of what you did today? Cause I sure didn't." I visibly gulped, my ass was so fucking dead, and Antonio had probably paid him to finish me off after the fiasco earlier with Reyane. I closed my eyes, waiting for the punch. But instead of his fist colliding with my face, he leaned in close and smirked. "Do you think I could really punch a girl like you? No, I'm too awesome to do that…but I will do this." He closed the gap between us, and I was thrown into shock. His lips were surprisingly soft and warm. I felt my body responding as he ran his hands up and down me. I groaned as he kissed me harder and deeper, but he suddenly pulled away, smirk still evident. "Sorry princess, but my services are required elsewhere." And he disappeared just like that.
I leaned against the wall, my breath coming out in heavy pants. What the hell just happened? I was so fucking confused. I calmed my breathing and made up my mind to seek out Reyane, quickly.
A/N: OH EM GEE! I love this chapter, maybe it's the PruCan action at the end. Lol. And for those of you who are curious, Reyane and Calthia are OC's that represent Hokkaido and Malta. You'll see a lot of Reyane in upcoming chapters. She is a main character after all.
*Reya – Reyane's nickname
