Chapter 2: Time for School

I awoke to the grating shrill of my alarm clock at exactly 6:30 A.M, on Tuesday morning. Its neon green numbers were casting an eerie glow around my small dim room, making it seem even earlier than it already was. The sun's rays had yet to dawn across our little stretch of earth, and only a faint bluish tint could be seen through my white diaphanous curtains.

It had been a little over two weeks since the Spaniard fiasco at the restaurant, and true to the bastard's word, he had come by every single day. Even the days I wasn't working, he still asked about me, getting information from my co- workers and sometimes manager. He'd ask the most random things: from 'what's your favorite class in school?' to 'which shoe do you put on first? Left or right?' It was driving me insane!

I sighed and realized there was no point dwelling on it so early in the morning. I sat up from my bed, lifting my arms towards the ceiling and was pleased when I heard a muffled 'pop' being elicited from my shoulders. Then instantly regretted letting the bed sheet fall to my waist, the cold air rushing onto my bare torso. I brought my hands back down and re- wrapped the thin cloth around my chest before hobbling out of bed, sheet and all. My legs got tangled once or twice in the journey from my mattress to the wall, but eventually I was able to find my way to its burgundy surface and lean on it for support. A few seconds of tired groping later, my hand connected with the off- white switch, and flicked it on.

I was immediately blinded by the harsh light invading my pupils that were still dilated from the night before. I rubbed the palm of my hands into my eyes, hoping to dissipate some of the pain, and then took in a huge breath of air through my nose. Once I thought I was awake enough to make it to the bathroom, I pushed off the wall, and headed across the room.

My room isn't that hard to maneuver around, it has a simple layout, and as long as I had cleaned it of the dirty clothes that normally litter the floor, it had just enough space for one person to live comfortably. It has a metal bedframe, on top of which a full sized bed sits with a dark green comforter and matching pillows. There's a white nightstand next to the bed, and on the opposite side there's a matching desk with a TV on top. There's a mahogany ceiling fan and a total of three lamps: one in the corner, one on the desk, and one on the nightstand. The bathroom is located on the opposite wall of the bed to the far right, and the hallway door is on the left wall adjacent to the bed. Unfortunately (well, for sleep deprived bodies and lazy fuckers like me), the light switch to turn everything on is next to the door, and I have to get up every morning and saunter my way over to get any light in the room.

I enter the bathroom and close both doors before turning on the light. My brother and I share a connected bathroom, and sometimes he turns on the light when I'm still sleeping with my door open, and then I have to deal with two things: the light that just punched my sleep away, and a brother hugging the life out of me while he apologized. I turn on the shower and wait a few seconds for it to kick into heated water instead of freezing death gurgling out of a faucet.

I take a shower for about fifteen minutes or so, shake my head in a towel, and get dressed in some loose jeans and a white shirt with a gray and black hoodie

Today was the first day going back to high school, and as a senior it feels nice to say that I have completely given up on trying to impress people with my clothes. Honestly, I have nice clothes; shit, I have name brand designers in my closet for Christ's sake, but I'm just going to be sitting with a bunch of idiots for 7 hours under fluorescent lighting anyway, so there is truly no point.

By the time I get downstairs it's nearing seven and I have to leave in ten minutes. That's enough time for some toast and already brewed coffee. My grandpa goes to work before we get up for school, and although he can't always be the most attentive guardian, he at least makes sure we get coffee for breakfast, and that's all I can truly ask for.

Feli shuffles into the kitchen, his hair dripping wet and wearing khaki shorts and a green shirt with some band on it that- wait…

"Idiota, that's my shirt," I mutter before taking another sip of coffee. He smiles sheepishly and puts waffles into the toaster, "Sorry fratello, I guess it got thrown in with my wash by mistake." He shrugs and I move over so he can pour himself some milk, "It doesn't really matter since you steal my clothes all the time anyway, and I like this band too." I sigh and drop the subject. It's early and we're both not really morning persons, so breakfast is normally a quiet affair.

We pull out of the driveway at exactly 7:10 and before I can turn on the radio, my brother has to ruin my calm disposition.

"So, you know that guy from work? Antonio?"

I mentally sigh and I can feel a headache starting, "Yeah, what about him?" He smiles knowingly out of the corner of my eye and I can tell this is a subject he's going to have fun with.

Despite what people think, Feliciano is actually quite the little gossiper. He hangs around people like Feliks, Femke, and Elizaveta, so he's always snooping for something fun to talk about. He may have an angel's face, but he has an adulterer's mind. "He's been coming by a lot to the restaurant I hear, and asking a lot about you," he all but purrs out of his mouth. I should have known he knew about that, Kiku you damn traitor.

"It doesn't even matter Feli, please drop it." I say, hoping he'll get the hint and actually leave it alone.

No such luck, "Well, you know he goes to our school right?" I roll my eyes, "Yes," I had known, but we were never in any classes together, so there was no point talking to each other. At most I had just seen him walking down the hallways, or talking to people I knew in the cafeteria.

"Did you hear he's in some of your classes?" He says, as though it's the greatest thing ever. This makes me jump a bit and make the car twitch a bit to the right, "What do you mean? I thought he was in another division of the class?" My brother laughs beside me, "Well yes, I suppose he is, but he switched his last elective from auto shop to Crafts, and also dropped his level 6 Spanish to retake level 5~" Was that a smug tone he was using with me?

"Are you fucking serious? He was the best student that teacher ever had. He talked about him like he was fucking God. Why the hell would he want to retake a class he probably aced with flying colors?" Seriously, was the guy an idiot? Well, yeah, on a personality scale, but I know for a fact that he isn't one in the intellectual department.

We may be in the same grade, but because of different cases between IB, AP, Honors, and C level classes, the entire grade gets cut up, and the people you're with in freshmen year are sticking with you 'til graduation. Antonio was in the IB department. The kid basically just went off the scale as far as academics go, and he was only around the elite. I was in the AP and Honors scale. Sometimes we got a few kids in our AP classes, but it never exceeds one or two of them.

We pulled into the already packed parking lot at school, and started collecting our things from the back. "I don't know, he said some things were more important," Feliciano said, throwing me another knowing smile as we entered into the closest hallway entrance, "and he knew you were taking those classes." And with that he bounced into our homeroom leaving me confused in the hallway.

A/N: Hello~ what'd I tell ya? I got this thing PLANNED! I know there isn't a lot of (or any I should say) Spamano action in this chapter, and for that I am truly sorry. They aren't just your favorite pairing you guys, they're mine too T^T and I get sad when I can't have them kissing and cuddly (well, I could, but I'M TRYING TO IMPROVE ON MY WRITING SKILLS~~~~~~ So no immediate action… but next chapter, we will be seeing Toni and Lovi together and Antonio's going to be a bit stalkerish in this story, because I LOVE stalker!Antonio, but it shouldn't be overbearing. So until next time loves~ P.S. I think I'll be uploading a new chapter every Sunday cuz Sunday is nice and I sit on my porch and drink coffee and write and eue yes~