So here's the second chapter! Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 2
"Gilbert, how many times have I told you not to enter so dramatically? This is history. Not theatre," Mr. Harvey sighs.
"I don't know, Mr. Harvey. How many times HAVE you told me?" Gilbert says slyly.
Mr. Harvey sighs again. "Just find your seat." Gilbert smiles and leisurely strolls to his seat, the other two trailing silently behind. The only available seats are...around me.
Shit.
Mr. Awesome gives me a smirk and sits down loudly in the seat directly on my left. Blondey slides smoothly in the seat in front of him, and the Spaniard throws his sleek body into the seat in front of me.
"Hallo schön. Sie sind neu, ja?" Gilbert says, still smirking.
"Hola chica. ¿Ha sido usted me falta?" the young Spaniard questions, smiling mischievously.
"Bonjour fleur. Ne t'ai pas vu qhere avant," the Frenchman remarks with a wink.
'Uhh...ok then?' I think to myself.
"I don't speak languages," I tell them.
"But maravilloso, you're speaking English right now," the Spaniard points out in a mellifluous tone.
"No, I'm speaking me," I reply evenly. "I have my own language."
Gilbert scoffs. "That is kinda unawesome."
I turn to him. "Well, was anyone asking you? No? Keep your damn mouth shut then." Gilbert snaps his mouth shut, like a fish, and thankfully stays quiet. "Who are you guys, anyway?"
"Oh, excusez-moi, madame. I am Francis Bonnefoy, the boy grinning like an crétin is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, and you've already met over there," the Frenchman replies. "But you know, you haven't told us your name yet, mon cher."
"Oh, right. My name's Amelia, but you can call me Amy," I respond, crossing my arms.
"Amelia...that is a beautiful name, mi amor," Antonio whispers silkly.
"Uhh...thank you?" I say, nervously. They don't seem to be noticing my personal space, as they hunch over me.
"Guys? Personal space?" I say to the three of them. Matthew gives a small chuckle.
They smile. "Of course, Frau," Gilbert says for the three. They lean back into their seats and focus their attention to Mr. Harvey, who writes on the board what page to turn to in our history textbook. Antonio and Gilbert cast occasional glances at me, Francis seemingly not caring, and somehow I make it through first hour.
Near the end of class, Matthew turns to me. "Hey, Amy, what's your next class?" he asks in a quiet voice.
"Oh, umm, it's math," I reply, glancing at my schedule. "Junior math."
"Oh, really? That's my next class too," Matthew timidly responds.
"Great! Hey, could you show me where that is possibly?" I ask.
"Oh, yeah, sure," he says.
"Thank you," I say. As the words leave my lips, the bell rings, signaling the end of class. I stand up and walk to the door, waiting patiently for Matthew to follow. He strolls to the door and continues to math, as I follow along behind him like a lost puppy.
We soon stop by an open door. "Well, here it is. Ladies first," he says, gesturing.
I smile and walk in. Matthew follows and sits in what seems to be his normal spot, and I claim the one on his left. I get my math textbook out of my backpack, still looking down.
Suddenly, I hear a silky voice in my left ear. "Hola chica."
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