Lovina's POV:
Just as the bell rang, Lovina's stomach decided to let out an unruly growl. Thankful to be freed from her boring ass geography class, Lovina booked it to her locker, her head ducked as always as she tried to avoid trouble at all costs. Too bad she was a magnet for trouble. Said trouble was in the form of her sorella and her stupid, potato eating boyfriend, who were currently making out right in front of her locker.
Lovina waited a few minutes, huffing, puffing, crossing her arms, and coughing none too subtly; anything to get their attention really. But nothing seemed to latch the two sickening lovebirds away from each other. Lovina then opted for the more physical option: whacking Feli on the side of the head with the back of her geography text book. Proud of herself, Lovina smiled as she watched Feli clutch onto the side of her head, clearly in pain as she let out a pathetic sounding whimper. The bitch then puckered her overly glossed lips into a childish looking pout. "Aw, Vina you take the fun out of everything," she whined.
Ludwig chuckled and cupped a hand around Feli's cheek. "Come, let's go sit in the court yard. The rest of the team's going to be there."
Feli gave Ludwig a dreamy smile, earning herself another pitiful eye roll from Lovina. "Kay," she sighed. "Vina? Would you like to come?"
Lovina laughed at Feli's formality. Sure she asked, but that didn't mean that Feli actually wanted Lovina to come. It was all for the performance, and being nice to Lovina in front of everyone was yet another one of the acts that Feli thrived to pull off in the public sphere. Her sorella was full of smiles, but those smiles would disappear the minute that the attention was taken away from her, and whether she liked it or not, Lovina always drew attention to herself.
Well, the negative type of attention anyways. Lovina was well accustomed to being laughed at. And who could blame them? It was always funny to see a short Italian girl lose her temper on someone, and it was even easier to make fun of her for it.
"I think that I'll pass," Lovina scoffed in a snide voice. "But go ahead, enjoy yourself. Hey, if you're lucky, maybe you and your friends can ruin the life of some poor ninth grader!" What Lovina said was true albeit it being a bit rude.
Feli's friends were the living embodiment of vultures. They preyed upon anything that they deemed to be vulnerable, and quite often enough, that meant pranking the younger girls. Whether it was sticking gum in their hair, making rude comments as they walked by, or even plain out tripping them, Feli's friends loved to make everyone's life a living hell; Lovina's included. Of course, Feli didn't know about this, and Lovina had no intention of telling her. That would only make things so much worse than they already were.
Feli wasn't a bully, yet, but she was selfish; she only cared about her reputation. She hung out with the wrong crowd, and she didn't stop her friends from terrorizing the weak. And it was for this reason, that Lovina had been excluded from her sorella's group of friends in the first place. She despised what they did, and when she called them out for it, Lovina herself became the victim of their bullying. These were the kind of people that disgusted Lovina, and if it meant being bullied and picked on, rather than being the victimizer herself, Lovina would accept her inferiority with open arms.
She might be low on the social hierarchy, but these bullies -these bitches- they were the scum of the earth. They had no face value beyond their make up and short-skirts; they weren't real people. They were fake, and the only essence that they could latch onto was their popularity. But how useful would popularity be when it came to real life relationships? Surely none. Look at Feli for instance. After getting into cheerleading, Feli had distanced herself from Lovina, caught up in her own world while she ignored the suffering and misery that went on right in front of her. Feli was ignorant to the bully that she was slowly becoming, and Lovina hated to see her sorella settle into this fake lifestyle. But then again, it wasn't her business to stop Feli from doing what she wanted. And it wasn't her business to call her out for it either. Lovina herself, wasn't the most perfect of people. She too was flawed, but at least she wasn't afraid to show it.
Feli's eyes widened at the brutal honesty of Lovina's words. "Sorella that's not very nice!" She tutted.
Lovina grabbed her lunch box, turning her head to scowl at a surprised looking Feli as she slammed her locker shut. "Tough shit," she muttered, walking away. "It's not like you actually wanted me to come with you anyways."
Feli called after her, but Lovina kept walking. She wanted to be left alone, and lunch time was the one time in the school day where she could have some time to herself. Unfortunately, having time to herself meant that she had to go on the ends of the Earth to find a nice, quiet place to sit and eat.
Fortunately, she had found a place right outside the boiler room in the basement. It was quite a nice retreat in fact. She could block out everything there. No more shouts, no more squeals, and no more dumbass teenagers. Oh and lest we forget about those obnoxious hall monitors that roamed the hallways, handing out detention slips to anyone who pissed them off or dared to challenge their authority.
"HALT RIGHT THERE MISS VARGAS." Speak of the devil himself. Groaning, Lovina trudged to a stop, her hands gripping onto the handles of her lunch box tightly as she tried to contain her anger. Lovina turned around, already knowing the unfortunate fate that awaited her. Barrelling towards her, and blowing his hall monitor's whistle excessively, Alfred's strict blue eyes seared right into Lovina's miserable soul.
You see, the school was famous for it's hall monitoring system, but it was the hall monitor's themselves who made this happen. Alfred Jones, Rodereich Edelstein, and Vash Zwingli: these were the boys who enforced the school's laws, taking all measures possible to guarantee everyone's misery. They were ruthless in their law enforcement, and it was a rare occurrence to go to Hetalia high without ever getting a detention slip. Heck, some kids had even gotten a detention for breathing too loudly.
Wearing his usual bomber jacket and ripped denim jeans, and with a smug smile on his face, Alfred strolled up to Lovina when he saw that she had stopped for him (not that she had much of a choice). The bastard then pulled out his notebook, no doubt prepared to write her the all dreaded detention slip. "What did I do now Alfred?" Lovina snapped.
Alfred chuckled. "Lovina my dear, what's the dress code for shorts at this school?"
Lovina deadpanned. The rule was that your shorts had to cover the tips of your fingers when you stood up straight, and as of now, Lovina was wearing her sorella's overly short jean shorts. "Just write me the damn ticket you buffoon."
Alfred's blue eyes widened with shock, his chest puffing up as he took offense to Lovina's insult. The American then pushed up his glasses, scribbling furiously in his notepad. "Refusal to adhere to the school's dress code, foul mouthing an officer," he muttered, pausing and looking at Lovina shrewdly before he started to write in his notebook again. "Blocking traffic in the hallways."
"You're the one who stopped me in the middle of the hallway you IDIOT!" Lovina raged.
Alfred's pen clicked. "Calling an officer an idiot." Before Lovina could tear into the American once more, Alfred ripped off a pink detention slip from his notepad, stuck it onto Lovina's forehead, and smirked. "Detention, 3:00 o' clock, be there or be square."
How original, Lovina thought but didn't dare to say.
Scowling, Lovina ripped the detention slip off of her forehead, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it to the ground. The American made a tutting sound and pulled out his notebook once more. "Littering on school property-"
"OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I GET IT!"
Alfred glared at her, a glare that Lovina reciprocated with mutual detestation. The stare down ended, however, when two boys sprinted past them. One was tall with whitish blonde hair, and in his massive hand he clutched onto a… metal pipe?! The other, was shorter, lanky, and had glasses that hid his blue eyes, which at the moment were wide with fright.
With one last loathsome look aimed at Lovina, Alfred took off, chasing after the two boys that had just skirted around the corner of the tech hallway.
"IVAN! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT CHASING AFTER PEOPLE WITH METAL PIPES?" the American bellowed, causing everyone within a five-mile radius to cover their ears at the sheer loudness of his obnoxiously piercing voice.
"God?" Lovina asked. "Do you enjoy fucking me over? Because I'm really starting to think that you do."
Lovina's POV:
Grumbling and questioning why she had even bothered to attend the detention, Lovina opened up the door to the detention room and stepped inside. Sitting in the back and slumped over as usual was Heracles, who at the moment was snoring peacefully despite the insults that were being thrown back and forth across the class room. Lovina figured that Heracles was in there because of his tendency to fall asleep in class, but that of course didn't stop him from sleeping right through his detention.
Lovina's attention was diverted to the front of the class room again when she heard a loud crack. Liza Héderváry, who wielded a chalk board eraser in her left hand, proceeded to throw said chalk board eraser at Gilbert Beilschmidt's head, who had ducked just in time. Upon hitting the chalk board with a defeated poof, the chalk board eraser exploded, causing both Gilbert and Liza to cough, their hands waving around frantically as they warded off the white dust cloud.
Lovina slipped into a desk in the middle of the class room, stifling a giggle as she watched Liza completely lose it on an unsuspecting Gilbert, when in reality he shouldn't have been surprised at all. Liza's long brown hair whipped behind her as she waved her small fists about erratically, swinging for Gilbert's face, but missing as she was much too short for the taller German. "DAMNIT!" she growled, "Just let me hit your face!"
"Kesesese," Gilbert cackled as he grabbed onto both of Liza's wrists, rendering her completely helpless. "Now why would I let you harm my awesome face?" If it were any other people, Lovina would have stopped the fight before it broke out into something more deadly, but Lovina knew Liza, she could even consider her as a friend, and being her friend, Lovina knew better than to interfere with Liza whenever it came to Gilbert.
Those two had been friends since diapers, so when they fought, it was more of a sibling rivalry than anything else. Sure, there would be some death threats, a few broken arms, and perhaps even a small law suit to pay for, but at the end of the day, the two would always reconcile and head butt it out.
"HMM! I DON'T KNOW MAYBE BECAUSE YOU RATTED ME OUT FOR CHEWING GUM!" Yet another one of the school's stupid ass rules: no chewing gum on school property.
"THAT'S BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T GIVE ME A PIECE!" Gilbert retorted back, his red eyes gleaming with mirth as he continued to poke at Liza's ever growing anger. The bastard enjoyed stepping on her toes. He loved to see her get angry, but most of all, he loved to thrive in the spot light. Basically, Gilbert Beilschmidt was 100% douche, and 50% half decent.
He liked to tease Liza, sure, but it was only light-hearted comments here and there. He didn't take pleasure in making her cry like the other cheerleaders did. Yes, Liza was another unfortunate victim of the cheer leader's never ending tyranny. They always made fun of her for reading manga and watching anime, and apparently her obsession with Yaoi justified them shoving a tray of the cafeteria's nasty mash potato's straight down her shirt.
At first, Gilbert had been friends with the 'it' crowd, but when he realized just how mean they were to Liza, the German stepped back and reevaluated his position on the school's social hierarchy; his ego had blinded him to the injustice that went around in the school. Lovina was just thankful that Liza had someone to stand up for her.
Kind of like the boy from two weeks back, Lovina remembered. What was his name again? Toni? Whatever, it didn't matter any more. Lovina had put that behind her the moment that Gilbert went up to her and apologized. He didn't need to apologize because Lovina knew that he was only teasing, and not making fun of her. There was a big difference between the two, and Lovina supposed that the other boy didn't realize that at the time, as he himself had called Gilbert out for his comment.
Lovina and Gilbert had a special relationship: they had a mutual dislike for each other, but they agreed to disagree. What mattered most was that they respected each other. Besides, Lovina connected with Gilbert on a spiritual level when it came his younger brother, Ludwig. Likewise to Lovina and Feli's situation, Gilbert looked down upon the friends that Ludwig surrounded himself with, and of course said distaste of the 'it' group resulted in his exclusion from the popular life.
And what was being popular anyways? And who decided who got to be popular? Bullshit, that's what. Pure and unequivocal bullshit.
After fighting it out for a good five minutes, Liza leaned herself against the teacher's desk, panting as she pointed a clawed finger at Gilbert, who was currently on the ground, curled up in the fetal position and clutching onto his stomach as he struggled to get some air into his now crushed lungs. "This isn't over," she warned. "We'll continue this later." A pair of warm green eyes caught Lovina's gaze, and Liza smiled.
The Hungarian then walked over to Lovina, pulling up a seat next to her. "Hey," she chirped, acting cheerful despite that the fact that she had just come back from a murderous rampage of kicking Gilbert in the stomach repeatedly.
"Hey," Lovina's lips curled into a wry smirk, her eyes never latching themselves away from Gilbert's crumpled form at the front of the class room.
"OH NO! It's totaaally fine. Chat up a storm while I die here on the ground," the German wailed. Liza sent a daggering look at Gilbert, and the albino paled, if that was even possible. "Fine, fine," Gilbert stood up and raised his hands into a surrendering stance. "I'm done."
The German then pulled up a chair next to Liza, who was sitting on Lovina's right side. "Sucks doesn't it?" he remarked. "The Friday before March break and we're stuck here, with snooze fest in the corner," Gilbert paused to gesture dramatically at the snoring Greek, "and oh- hello?" Gilbert waved at the class room's side chalk board.
"Gilbert, you doing drugs or something? there's no one there-" Lovina paused when she looked at the person Gilbert was currently gawking at. A soft looking girl with long blonde hair, violet eyes, and widely framed glasses poked her nose out of the book that she was reading. She looked surprised, almost as if she wasn't expecting to be noticed; kind of like how Lovina didn't even notice that the girl was sitting there in the first place.
Startled, the girl squeaked, nodded her head to say hello, and then quickly went back to reading her book. Gilbert's face flushed red, and being the ruthless woman that she was, Liza picked up on it. "Got the hots for blondie over there Gilbert?" Liza mused, puckering her lips as she proceeded to send him a flurry of girly air kisses.
"'COURSE NOT!" Gilbert fumed, his face now a beautiful shade of 'hot and bothered' red. "And what about my good ole cousin Roddy huh? Don't think that I didn't see you see take those pictures of him when he was practicing in the music room!"
A horrified look crossed over Liza's face. "I-it was the for the school's… year book! Yes, that's right the year book I tell you!" the Hungarian stammered, clearly flustered by the German's well placed rebuttal. Lovina smirked. It was obvious to Lovina that Liza had a crush on Gilbert's stick in the mud cousin, Rodereich. As to why she liked Rodereich that was beyond Lovina's sense of reason. Most of the school -correction- the entire school hated Rodereich, because when he wasn't in the music room practicing on the piano, he was monitoring the hallways, and that only meant trouble; for the rest of the student body that is.
Rodereich Edelstein was all about mannerisms: Swear and you get a detention slip. Eat with your mouth open: detention slip. Play your annoying rap music out loud for everyone to hear: detention slip (Ok, a detention slip for that was warranted. No one wants to listen to some shit head brag about how he fucks bitches and gets money). Insult Mozart: detention slip. Basically, if you lived, you were going to get a detention slip.
Gilbert's reply was cut short when someone knocked on the door. "Oi! Is this the detention room?" A British girl with electric emerald eyes and red rimmed glasses peered into the room. She kept her short bangs clipped back with a couple of bobby pins and her long blonde hair was tied into two twin pig tails. Her face was lined with piercings of all sorts, ranging from her lips, her nose, and even her eyebrows, which at second glance were rather thick for a girl, but it oddly worked for her. Lovina secretly admired the girls distinct edgy style as she was wearing a pair of tight black nylons, matching combat boots and a graphic ACDC t-shirt. She seemed like a rad person to talk to, but she was also the type of person that you didn't want to piss off.
"Nice to see you too Allie!" Liza giggled only to stop when she saw the murderous glare that Alice aimed at her. "I only go by Alice, thank you," The Briton said stiffly, pulling up a chair next to the girl reading her book quietly in the corner. The sharp posture that Alice contained herself with surprised Lovina a little. Who knew that punks like her could keep a such proper and elegant posture?
"Did the git catch you with maple syrup again?" Alice asked.
The violet eyed girl nodded. "He gave me a detention for sneaking it in class," she mumbled as Lovina had to crane her head to the side, trying to pick up on what the faint hearted girl was saying.
"Who?" Gilbert asked.
Alice's eyes narrowed. "Alfred. Apparently being related by blood doesn't spare you any mercy these days," she scowled. "The dick head caught be skipping out on PE."
"Ahhhh," Gilbert sighed. "Is he your brother?"
"Oh God's no!" the Briton laughed. "He's my cousin, but he's Maddie's brother," Alice chuckled as she slung a friendly arm over the quiet girl's shoulders. "I'll never understand how you put up with him," she tutted.
Maddie let out an exasperated sigh. "Don't worry, I've already gotten him back for it. Before I came here, I snuck into the boy's locker room and poured Maple syrup all over his gym shorts." An impish looking smile played onto the Canadian's shy face.
"At a girl!" Alice beamed, while both Lovina and Liza giggled at this. Gilbert on the other hand looked dumb founded. No one would have thought that such a sweet looking girl could pull off something so devious.
"So, Lovina," Liza started. "What brings you here?"
"Same as those two" Lovina pointed towards the two cousins. "Alfred called me out for my shorts." All four girls groaned at the mention of the school's strict dress code.
"I feel you mate. Had to go through hell in back just to convince them to let me keep my piercings in. I think the idea of a student walking through the hallways with multiple holes in their face scared them more than the thought of me actually wearing the blasted things."
Liza turned to glare at Gilbert. Well, when it came to Gilbert, a glare was neutral ground between the two of them. "How about you Gilbert?"
"Toni and I threw a mini coup d'etat in Wang's math class after he handed out homework for us to do over the break. Teacher's these days just don't seem to know what 'break' means, I mean really, " the German then proceeded to roll his deep crimson eyes. "They don't call it a break for nothing." Lovina pretended not to perk up at the mention of Toni's name.
Did that mean that he was coming here?!
"So WHAT DID YOU DO?" Liza pried.
"We threw a protest by closing our textbooks and refusing to do any work."
Alice gave Gilbert a quizzical look. "So how exactly is that a coup d'etat? There's nothing violent about it, and no one was overthrown."
"Oh, I wouldn't call it violent, more like we were elected leaders of the class room, and Wang was unanimously voted into exile," A cheery voice echoed from just outside the hallway. Toni stepped into the room and Lovina immediately looked down at her desk. She hadn't seen him since that, er, incident, and quite frankly, seeing him again was more than enough for her to handle at the moment.
And damn! Did he have to be so cute? The Spaniard's friendly green eyes, wild brown curls, and practically flawless tanned skin did a number on Lovina's heart, which was hammering so hard into her rib cage right now that she wouldn't be surprised if she suddenly went into cardiac arrest. To make things worse, Toni pulled up a chair next to Lovina and smiled. "Well hello again," he mused. "I was beginning to think that I'd never see you again."
Lovina continued to look down at her desk, hiding her blush. "It's n-nice to see you too… Toni?" Lovina facepalmed. Why the fuck did she have to be so awkward? Whatever. All she knew about the Spaniard was that he had recently moved here from Spain, that as well as the fact that he was in her grade. Feli had mentioned him before; something about how all the other cheerleaders thought that he was good looking. Peeking at him from the corner of her eye, Lovina now understood why.
Lovina gasped out in pain when she felt someone kick her in the shin. She looked up and was met with the gaze of a very smug looking Liza. The Hungarian had a good intuition whenever it came to crushes, and once she found out about your crush, she would pester you like no tomorrow until you admitted your feelings. Well that, or she would coerce you into doing so by either taking an unflattering picture of you- threatening to post it on every single social media site possible- or offering to tell the person about your crush herself.
Liza was a self proclaimed match maker, and although Lovina didn't doubt her skills in the field-mostly because she was too scared to- she wasn't ready for a relationship any time soon. She liked being alone, and being attached to someone was a commitment that she wasn't ready to hold on to just yet.
"Talk to him," Liza mouthed.
"You talk to him," Lovina mouthed back. Their conversation then went to eye glares, which somehow communicated both of their thoughts quite effectively.
I'm not the one who's blushing.
Well, at least I'm subtle! You're making it so obvious, Liza so help me GOD.
"Why are they just staring at each other?" Alice asked to an equally confused Maddie, who shrugged in response.
Talk to him.
NO.
Fine I'll do it.
I SAID NO BITCH; STAND THE FUCK DOWN.
You'll thank me later.
Liza don't you-
"Hey, Toni! Quick question! Do you have a girlfriend?"
Dare….
"Hmm? Oh no. Haven't for a while." Liza then flashed Lovina with a horrendously obvious wink that literally every one in the room picked up on. In an instant, Lovina's head banged against her desk. God, did she ever want to die right now. And then, of course, Satan incarnated decided to take this moment to stroll right into the room.
Rodereich stepped into the class room, ignoring everyone as he took to the chalk board, scrawling something in his obnoxiously neat and curvy hand writing with bright white chalk. The guy was a perfectionist after all. Lovina scoffed when she saw that Liza had busied herself with checking out Rodereich's butt, not very subtly either.
With a meter stick in hand, Rodereich turned around, pointing to the rules that he had written on the board. The Austrian sniffed in disdain when his arrogant lilac eyes locked onto its delinquent targets. "Well, seeing to the fact that all of you have broken the rules in some way or another, I'll see to reminding you all of the rules for detention. Detention begins at 3:00 o clock, and it ends at 5:00 clock, no if's and's or but's."
Rodereich aimed a glare at Gilbert, who reluctantly put his hand back down, but alas, that didn't wipe the smug smirk off of the German's face. Lovina cocked her head to the side and gave Gilbert a funny look. The albino was clearly keeping something amusing to himself.
"Next, rule of business. Since most teachers have left for the break already, no one will be here to supervise you, so it will be expected of you all to sit in complete silence and to not cause any trouble. I'll be locking the door and checking in every so often; however-"
"SEE RODDY?! Even the teacher's have left for the break! Just let us go home, we won't say anything I promise," Gilbert practically begged.
"I second that," Alice added.
"Count me in!" Liza chirped as she stood up from her desk, her honey brown hair flailing behind her as she happily skipped forward to stand in front of Rodereich. Batting her lashes, the Hungarian looked up to the unrelenting Austrian with wide pleading eyes. "You wouldn't lock me up in here would you?" She purred.
Rodereich's face flushed a bit as he took a few steps back, but Liza eagerly followed. The Austrian soon found his back pressed up against the chalk board, scoffing in disdain while Liza revelled in barrelling through the man's strict boundaries of personal space.
Squeezing past Liza, and with much struggle, Lovina noted, Rodereich scuttled over to the door, straightening his black dress shirt and tie as the means of reordering and grounding himself. "That was quite inappropriate Ms. Héderváry," he scoffed, looking slightly offended at the Hungarian's brash nature. "Now if you'll please excuse me, I have something else to attend to."
And with that, Rodereich slipped out of the room, locking the door behind him. Disbelieving, Liza ran over to the door, her hands desperately fumbling with the door knob, but alas it was locked and it was in no means going to budge. Liza then started to angrily kick at the door, only to be stopped when Gilbert rushed over to her and wrapped two arms around her waist, ignoring the Hungarian's screams of protests as he practically dragged her back to her desk.
After calming down, much to every one else's relief, a determined flare lit up in Liza's eyes. "OK WHO WANT'S TO GET OUT OF HERE?" she raged. Scratch that. Liza had yet to calm down.
Maddie's head poked out of her book, and Alice took an ear bud out of her ear. Lovina was just amazed that she was able to do so without tugging on one of her many ear piercings. "I'm listening," the Briton started, waving her hand around lazily as she waited for Liza to continue.
After getting everyone to assemble in a semi-circle of desks (minus the snoring Greek in the back), Liza then decided to enlighten the gathered delinquents with her plan. "Ok, we only have ten minutes before Rodereich comes back to check up on us, so I'll be quick. I for one, have no intention of staying here, and if any of you are in the least bit sane you wouldn't want to either."
Gilbert gasped and hid under his desk. "Gilbert? What the fuck are you doing?" Liza snarled.
"Well, you're making sense, so I figured that the world must be coming to an end."
CLANG.
Everyone winced when they heard the clang of the German's head slam against the metal leg of the desk. Slumped over and now unconscious, Gilbert's body lay sprawled out on the ground. "Um, is he going to be ok?" Maddie asked. The Canadian was the only person in the room who appeared to be genuinely concerned about Gilbert's well being.
"Ah! Don't worry about it! He'll be up in five minutes or so. Seven if we're lucky." Liza smiled as she walked over to the front desk, squirting some hand sanitizer in her hands and chuckling to herself as she hopped over Gilbert's unconscious form. Lovina understood what she was doing; the Hungarian was cleansing herself from the German bastard's 'douche germs'. Quite understandable really.
"Anyways, the only way that we can break out of here, is if we somehow manage to grab Rodereich's keys. Any suggestions?"
Alice shrugged. "We could all jump on him the moment that he gets here."
Liza laughed in order to hide her horrified expression. God forbid that someone harm a hair on Rodereich's pretentious little head. "Or," the Hungarian grimaced at the Briton's unnervingly cryptic grin. "We can try something a little less violent."
"Says the girl who just shattered a boy's skull," Lovina muttered sarcastically, not realizing that everyone could hear her.
Toni laughed, causing Lovina to blush again. He had such a nice sounding laugh. It just sounded so genuine and pure that it even made Lovina herself crack a smile. "What bastard?" Lovina giggled. "Something funny?"
"Nothing, just you that's all."
Liza clapped her hands together loudly. "FOCUS PEOPLE! We're running out of time!"
"Well," Lovina began, her voice faltering when she realized that all eye's were on her. She was especially aware of the fact that Toni was staring at her. Oh fuck, here we go. "You had no problem getting close to Rodereich just now, so why don't you try to pocket the keys off of him when he's not looking?"
Alice nodded her head in approval. "Not bad, although tackling the git would have been just as effective."
"I'm in if you guys are up for it," Toni flashed the group with another one of his ovary crushing smiles.
"Me too," Maddie agreed in a soft voice.
Looking around at the grinning and now determined group of delinquents, Liza beamed. "GUYS? PACK YOUR BAGS BECAUSE WE'RE GETTING OUT OF HERE!"
Current Mode of Progress: Survivor's: 6 Caught: 0 Escapee's: 0
I'm absolutely in love with Liza's character right now *sigh*. So what did you guys think? I'm currently getting a hunger games vibe off of this story LOL. You'll see why later on.
Next Chapter: Who will be the first to fall and how will they cope with the hall monitor's rugged interrogation tactics?
Well, I'm off to go and edit a chapter for my other story :O So much work! If you like my writing so far, I recommend that you check out that one as well! Until Next Time (: