"Oh, Lizzy, why won't you love me?"
"Get off me you fag!"
Lizzy makes a dash to the next room over but I tackle him -yes, Lizzy is a guy- and we end up bumping into Amelia's desk, who had been doing homework.
"King! Lysander! Go wrestle somewhere else; people are trying to do work in here!" Amelia says to us.
Funny she should say that, actually, considering we're the only people in here. "Sorry Gladys," I smile.
"Amelia."
"Whatever. Come, Lizzy, let's continue this somewhere-"
"Go away."
I sit on the ground in a defeated pose. "Am I really... this loathed?" I say, willing tears to come to my eyes.
"A-ah..." Lysander looks at me flustered. "That's not true; a lot of people like you. Even love you!"
I sniff. "Really?"
"Yes, everyone does."
My hand flies out and grabs the front of his collar and pulls his face extremely close to mine. I take the moment to lick his cheek. "Even you?" I whisper kinkily.
A blush comes to Lysander's cheeks, and he pulls away and walks out the classroom. I see Amelia rubbing her temples out of the corner of my eyes.
She sighs. "I'm going to my dorm before paparazzi gets bad. Take care to follow when I'm gone." And with that she packs up her stuff and leaves.
I glance at the windows looking into the hall, and sure enough, there are a bunch of girls and cameras.
I smile and wave, getting most of the girls to faint. Except for on; she always seems to need extra attention. Walking up to the window, I blow her a kiss and wink. Immediately, her hand covers her nose and she runs away. Sorry, but I can't help that I'm gorgeous.
Smirking inwardly, I walk to Amelia's dorm. I loosen my tie a little bit and walk in, not bothering to knock.
"Learn you manners, King." Is Amelia's first sentence to me.
Oh, I guess I should say something about my name. Apparently, 'Tutankhamen' was too difficult to say, and there was no way I was letting anybody call me 'Tut.' And by the way, I'm the only one who calls Lysander Lizzy, so get used to it.
"Are the preparations ready?" I ask.
"Yes, but I doubt that your little scheme is going to work."
"It works when Stein is distracted. Then," I smile. "We break this joint."
"So why don't we all take a bath before our memorable escape?" I suggest. Lizzy had finally come over and we'd already finished discussing plans, so now we were just lounging around. "It'll do us good before we leave."
Lysander opens his mouth most likely to object but Amelia intervenes. "You're right, King, we should re-energize ourselves. Let's do it right now, since we're leaving tomorrow."
"Yay!" I clap my hands together. "To the springs!" I stand up, waving goodbye. How could I not be happy about taking a bath with Lizzy? Oh, Amelia too, I guess, but I don't exactly classify her as a girl...
Stripping and humming, I only stop by my room to grab a towel. Oh, and a rope.
"Oh, I found a cake, oh, I found a cake you guys- Oh, I found a cake, oh, I found a cake you guys- Oh, I found a cake, oh, I found a cake you guys- M-mm, m-mm, m-mm, m-mm- Oh my father." My song forgotten, I stare at Lysander, who's already in the bath. Why is it you only notice how much more beautiful a person is when they're naked? I could get drunk off of this.
Lysander sees me and immediately tries to cover up his lap with his towel. Oh, I wish he wouldn't.
I step into the hot spring. "It's not like I'm going to assault you, that's dirty." I try to sound disgusted but I think it doesn't work because Lysander just covers up more.
Trying not to look him up, I turn around and the next thing I know I'm daydreaming. Five meters, I can see five meters of-
"Ow!" Something hits the top of my head and I look up to see Amelia.
"Thinking inappropriate thoughts now, are we?" says Amelia.
A blush rises to my face. "H-how did you know!"
Silence.
Maybe I shouldn't have said that.
Amelia coughs. "You were drooling, making slightly squeezing motions with your hand, and I think it would be best not to progress any further." She steps in and I, unable to speak, simply watch her.
Amelia is really pretty, even more so stripped, I have just found out. She has thick, wavy caramel hair, a slender figure, and though you can't really tell when she's wearing the school uniform, an admirable bust. She always wears these extremely reflective glasses, though, so no one really knows what her eyes look like.
I glance at Lizzy, who is looking anywhere but Amelia and me. He's really attractive too, with brown hair and dark blue eyes. I hope a man can get pregnant.
I'm not too bad-looking myself, either. I have rich, dark brown/black hair, slightly darker eyes, and a darkish/olive skin. I'm Egyptian, not black, thank you very much.
Lysander clears his throat, finally ready to speak. "So, I've been thinking, after we escape, you guys want to get some permanent disguises?"
