The Guy I Sit Next To

A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed, favourited and followed! You have given me the confidence to continue! I'M SORRY! I PROMISED I'D HAVE THIS OUT EARLIER! But I literally JUST finished moving into a new house and sorting and stuff and dad had to get the internet to work… And I had to rewrite this 'cause I wasn't going to post that pile of doggy-doo-doo (as my dad would say O.o). Yeah that's my lame excuse… so here you go!

WARNING: VIOLENCE!

Chapter 2

I slammed my locker door shut after shoving all my books inside. I don't care if the fucking things got torn. It'd been a long fucking day. And when I say long I mean like, REALLY freakin' long. It felt like a week.

It'd been two weeks since Antonio had started school and that stupid bastard had every fucking class with me. And he had sat next to me. Every. Fucking. Time.

I sighed heavily and leaned my head against the door. That fucking moron Antonio hadn't left me alone all day… I really wanted to punch that grin off his face… But… something in me just can't do it. I must be sick or something. Yeah, I'm not going soft or anything. Just sick.

With that thought I adjusted my bag to a more comfortable position on my shoulders and headed towards the door.

XxXxX

I walked along an empty pathway by some trees and bushes towards my fucking small-as-a-friggin-shoe-box house. The place kind of looked like the ones in the movies where the character is walking and then gets jumped by some weirdo.

And speak of the devil, Alfred and his dickhead friends walk out in front of me, smirking.

"Hey faggot," Alfred started, " are you walking home to your boyfriend?" At this, the dipshits with him started to cackle and laugh.

"I don't have a fucking boyfriend, idiot." I snarled.

"Oh really? What about the Spanish guy?" he asked.

"He's not my boyfriend, dickface." I sighed, sick of his stupid mouth moving. Only crap comes out of it anyway.

Sadly, I had failed to notice his friends surrounding me. I had realized this when arms hooked under my armpits and lifted me up so I could just touch the ground.

"Oi! Let me go you fucktard!" I swore as I kicked and thrashed in their grip. Alfred walked up to me wearing one of those shit-eating grins he only wore when he was having tremendous amounts of fun. (Lovino: How fucking poetic was that? :D Toma: Not very. :3 Lovino: Shut up bitch! You got a B- on that friggin poetry assignment! What would you know?! D: Toma: That wasn't very nice… T.T)

He started to lift his arm and I knew I was screwed as it collided with my jaw. My head snapped sideways and my mouth filed with blood.

I looked at him defiantly before spitting on his shoes. I'd realized that was a stupid move when he used that same foot to kick me right in the gut. I doubled over, all the air leaving my body but the thug behind me propped me up as Alfred continued to beat me.

It went on like this for a good half hour before they got bored and let me fall to the dirty pavement. I laid there in crumpled bruised and bloody mess wondering what the fuck I ever did to him.

That turd had started at the same Primary school as me when we were in grade three and had targeted me ever since. It only got worse when he found out I was gay.

Okay, maybe Feliciano hadn't screamed out my sexuality. But he does have this bad habit of talking REALLY FUCKING LOUD.

I sighed and tried sitting up. I say 'tried' because it was, as they say, an epic fail. Everything hurt like a bitch. Fuck you, Alfred. FUCK. YOU.

It took me ten minutes to get into a sitting position and then another fifteen to stand up. And then God knows how long to drag my sorry ass home.

XxXxX

I opened the front door and dropped my bag somewhere, not having the strength to throw it like I normally would.

"LOVIIIIIIIIII~! Is that you?" Feliciano yelled from somewhere in the house. Fuck. Why did he have to be home? WHY?

Feliciano stuck his head around the corner and his eyes instantly widened. Did I really look that bad?

He ran over to me, carefully turning my head as if to get a better look. "What happened, fratello?"

I couldn't tell him I got beat up! That'd be a really bad idea. He'd go and tell Nonno and then he would tell the Principal. And that will all lead to Alfred calling me a wimp and to just beat the crap out of me more. Which I really don't need.

"I, uh… fell down… a flight of stairs… and hit some people… b-but they were okay!" I said, quickly adding on the last part so he wouldn't worry any more than he already was.

"Oh… do you want me to help you clean up a bit?" he asked softly. He looked like he didn't believe me.

"N-no I'll be fine!" I said making my way to the stairs, grimacing slightly. Quick movements are NOT a good idea. 'Cause they cause everything to fucking hurt.

I silently cursed Alfred for the thousandth time as I limp-climbed the stairs. Because that's apparently possible.

I staggered into my room and collapsed onto my bed. I made it. EPIC WIN.

I started to drift into unconsciousness as Feliciano yelled something about dinner from the kitchen. I couldn't give a flying fuck about dinner right now. I could sleep for a week. Or a year. Or a decade. The latter sounds the best right now.

XxXxX

I woke up staring at the ceiling. Then suddenly this excruciating pain hit every part of me. OW FUCK FUCK OW THIS HURTS LIKE A FUCKING BITCH.

I winced as Feli walked in. "Fratello? Are you alright?" he asked, standing in the doorway.

'NO I'M NOT FUCKING ALRIGHT!' – Is what I wanted to scream at him. Instead I weakly asked; "Feli? C-can I have some Panadol?"

He nodded quickly and bolted down stairs. I probably sounded like a fucking wimp but I couldn't care less because I was in A LOT of fucking pain and needed that Panadol. (Toma: I DON'T OWN PANADOL SO DON'T SUE ME I'M POOR! DX)

He came back in with a glass of water and a tablet. As soon as he handed them to me I practically threw it in my mouth and skulled the water.

He took the glass and set it on the bedside table that was cluttered with random crap. "I don't think you should go to school today Lovi…"

"What? I'm fi- AH!" I yelled out in pain as I had tried to sit up, as I was trying to prove I was fine, "Sh-shit…!" Instead it seems I had proved the exact opposite.

"Lovi! J-just lie down okay?" he said, gently pushing me back onto the bed.

I sighed and let him, not particularly happy with this situation. "Fine…" I grumbled.

"I need to go get ready for school, okay? You need to stay home and rest…" he said, stepping back slightly.

"Just go and fucking get ready…" I scowled. He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. I sighed and let my head hit the pillow. I was going to KILL Alfred. Or I would if he didn't have his group of idiots with him…

I went back to sleep in the hope that the medicine would take affect soon.

XxXxX

"Hey Lovi!" Antonio yelled as he walked up to me waving. What the fuck? Oh I must be dreaming… I thought.

Suddenly he came up and hugged me. In a weird way. "What the fuck bastardo?!" I asked trying push him off me. Then his hand started to lift up my shirt.

"ANTONIO! What the fuck are you doing?!" I yelled REALLY fucking confused. What the fuck does he think he's doing?!

He had gotten my shirt and thrown it somewhere. He smiled softly as he let his hands roam my chest. "A-Antonio! You're hands a-are cold!" I squirmed in my embrace as he continued to touch me…

I sat up in my bed. What the fuck was that… I panted as I looked around, sweat dripping down my face.

Did I just dream about Antonio doing… THAT sort of thing to me? NO! No, no, no, no. It wasn't a dream. It was a fucking NIGHTMARE. What the fuck is wrong with me?!Why that of all things?!

My door opened slowly and a chocolate brown head poked in. Oh fuck… Antonio? WHY NOW?

"A-Antonio?" I asked as he came in and walked up to my bed.

"Ah, Lovi! Are you alright? You look like you were hit by a truck!" he said, a concerned look on his face. Gee, thanks bastardo.

I grunted in response. Wait… How the FUCK did he know where I live?!

"How the fuck did you get in my house?!" I scowled at him.

"Hm? Oh, your brother Feli let me in! He told me what had happened and I was worried about you so I came to visit." He explained, his usual smile making its way onto his face.

I sighed. That didn't surprise me at all…

"Okay… Well I want to go back to sleep so can you leave?" I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"What's the magic word~?" he asked, waving his finger back and forth. I sighed. Again.

"Will you please leave?" I asked again, this time using his fucking 'magic word'.

"Okay Lovi! I'll see you later, Si?"

"Okay. Goodbye." I said laying back on my bed and snuggling under the covers. I heard him walk out and close the door.

I closed my eyes and slipped into what would hopefully be a dreamless sleep.

XxXxX

A/N: Done! Yay! Okay, I hope you like it! I nearly got caught writing Lovi's 'dream' by my sister… I shouldn't write this in my room… 'cause she's on top bunk XD. I've had plenty of practice with Lovi's personality because I decided that I would act like him during our move. 'Cause it's fun annoying my dad and swearing at him! Lol. Anyway, I hope no one was too OC, but if anyone is please tell me! Review, kk?