A/N: What? Two updates in one day? What is this madness? XD oh Spain...how he inspires me so... W i'm listening to La Pasion No Se Detiene on repeat -w-.
So if you didnt already know, i'm basing this story on the book "Perfect Chemistry" By Simone Elkeles. Excellent book :D but I'm adding my own twist to it to fit the characters better.
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"Fucking..shit..." Lovino grumbled as he saw his hair getting all frizzly weird as they drove to Fairfield High. Feliciano looked at him curiously.
"Fratello, what is the matter?" He asked.
"My fucking hair is getting weird, even though I'm wearing a hat. Shit we're going to be late." He yelled when he saw the time.
"Lovi~ you shouldn't worry about your appearance so much!" Feliciano said happily.
"Look at me, I never care to much about it but everyone still loves me~ it can be the same for you~" he said looking out the window happily. Lovino's grip on wheel tightened and he hissed in anger.
"That's easy for you to say Feliciano! Everyone loves you!" he yelled. Feliciano quickly looked at him with a sad expression.
"What do you mean, Fratello?" The younger asked. Lovino mentally kicked himself for letting that slip and tried to remain focused on the road.
"Fratello...?" Feliciano asked again. Lovino ignored him. Or at least tried to. Lovino sped up as they neared the school, in hopes of getting there on time. Unfortunately, his brother continued calling his name and pulling on his arm as he pulled to the parking lot.
"Fratello, come on tell me...Fratello..." Feliciano whined.
"Why don't you just shut the fuck up Feliciano! I am not telling you so forget I ever said anything, OK? Dammit!" he shouted eyes focusing back to the road. Feliciano stared at him for a moment and then smiled.
"Ah, I see!" he piped. Lovino glared at him, turning red.
"See what?" he barked.
"Your nervous about Femke, right?" he clapped. It took Lovino a moment to realize who he was talking about. He looked at the picture taped to his dashboard of him and Belgian girlfriend of 3 years, Femke. He sighed and calmed down a bit.
"Yea...i guess I am...we haven't seen each other all summer..." he muttered. "A summer apart changes people..." Feliciano rubbed his brother's back and ve'd.
"Distance makes the heart grow fonder, remember that Fratello~" He said with a faraway look in his eyes. She had called him a few times from her families summer home back in Belgium but he wasn't sure where their relationship stood now. She just got back the night before.
"I love your fedora, fratello. May I borrow it one day?" Feliciano asked eyeing the hat closely. Lovino was silent for a moment.
"Sure, Feli.." he finally said,
"Ohh grazie, fratello~" he went into an empty parking space. Or atleast, what he though was empty. His tires screeched to a stop as he almost hit a guy and girl on a motorcycle. The girl looked up at him and glared.
"Watch where the fuck your going, asshole!" she yelled.
Oh Hell no...
Lovino poked his head out of the window with a scowl on his face.
"Shut the fuck up damn bitch!" he shouted.
That was when the guy went to look at him with a death glare. His green eyes piercing Lovino's amber eyes. Suddenly, Feliciano began to freak out and brought out his white flag and began flapping it like crazy. Lovino looked at him in disbelief.
"What the hell are you waving that for?"
"Oh no no no, Fratello! DO you know who that is?" he asked on the verge of tears, continuing to wave the flag frantically.
"No, who the fuck is he?" Lovino asked growing more and more annoyed.
"That's Antonio Carriedo! He is apart of the Latino Blood!" he cried. Lovino stiffened and slowly looked to where said man was. He was making his way to the car, and Lovino felt frightened, not that he would show it of course. He looked for reverse, frantically moving the stick back and forth. His grandfather has bought him the vehicle without giving much time to teach him how to work it. He looked to Feliciano who was still waving his little white flag. Lovino gave him a odd look and had to ask.
"What the hell are you doing? Help me!" he hissed.
"I learned that if you wave a white flag, it means you surrender and then no one can hurt you!" he cried still waving the flag. "I don't know how to drive yet either!" Lovino cursed but finally brought the car in reverse, the car screeching loud and hard as he maneuver backward and search for another parking spot.
After parking on the west side of the school, far away from a certain gang member with a reputation of scaring off even some of the toughest security at the school, Lovino and Feliciano walked up the steps to the school. Unfortunately, Antonio was standing there hanging with his gang friends by the front doors.
"Just walk by them and don't make eye contact." Lovino whispered to his brother who was about to pull out the white flag again. He immidiatly regrets his words as Antonio steps in front of him and blocks his path. Shit, what was that one thing you were suppose to pray before death? Fuck...
"Your a lousy driver." Antonio said with his Spanish accent, standing in a way that just screamed he was the boss.
North siders and south siders never mixed. Merely because one side was wealthier than than the other and different viewpoints. Same town, but opposite sides. People like Antonio, hate people like Lovino for who he is. Thats the way it is.
Or rather, who they think he is.
"Next time, watch where your going." Antonio said, his voice cool and controlled. Lovino sneered.
"Whatever, bastardo." he rolled his and grabbed his brothers arm and went around the spaniard. He couldn't help but hear their dark chuckles and insults they said as they left.
"Oh my god Fratello!" Feliciano hugged his brother.
"Get off me, you clingy bastard!" he groaned. Feliciano ve'd sadly and followed Lovino to the lockers.
"Dammit, I can't believe that bastard thinks he can bully me or you like that.." he slammed open his locker as did Feliciano.
"I'll see to it he is buried 6 feet under..." he muttered.
"Who died?" a feminine voice from behind asked. Lovino turned around to find his girlfriend looking up at him with a beautiful smile on her face. Her blonde hair bleached from the sun. She had also developed a bit of a tan over the summer. Lovino smiled and hugged her tightly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. She pulls back and asks again.
"Who died?"
"No one. Forget about it." he muttered, a smile still on his face as he held her closer. "Forget about everything except about being with me." he said kissing her again.
"Its easy when you look so hot." she said playfully. Lovino had almost forgot about his brother but saw that he had been preoccupied with talking to his German friend that seemed to have come from nowhere.
"Sorry I haven't called, we have been so busy unpacking and everything." she brought him back from his thoughts. He smiles and drapes his arm around her shoulders as the doors to the front of the school open. Antonio and his friends bust through as though they were about to hijack the school.
"God, why do they even come here? They're bound to drop out by the end of the year." she glared.
"I almost his Antonio with my car." Lovino admitted.
"you should have." she said bluntly. Lovino's gaze met Antonio's briefly and shivers run up his spine.
This year will be anything but boring.
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He should have known the moment he walked into the school that he would be called into the principal's office on the first day. Someone obviously claimed him to be the ring leader for he's in here and not another member of Latino blood. He just kept talking about the changes he put into the school to ensure things will run smoothly. Of course Antonio wasn't listening though, he noticed the man before him was trying to feel him out, see how he would react with his threats. But he was just a small, British man with huge eyebrows, so huge Antonio had a hard time keeping himself from laughing. But he managed to keep a straight face the entire time.
"...and this year I have hired two full-time armed security guards. Antonio." his eyes are fixed on him, scowling. He was trying to intimidate him when in reality, Antonio has seen more intimidating looks on the Italian that almost hit him that morning.
"I have even told the board that I would be personally responsible for rooting out the violence that has plagued this school for years. I will not hesitate to suspend anyone who ignores school rules." The small Brit stood up, glaring at Antonio. He was barely in the school and already this guy is talking suspension. Maybe he had heard of his 3 day suspension last year, which wasn't his fault...entirely. Instead of listening to him any further, he interrupted the angry, British principal's little rant.
"I won't start any fights." though he may finish one.
"Thats just grand, but I hear you were harrassing two boys in the parking lot this morning. Of course he heard, fucking Italians. Antonio simply put his best you-can't-resist-me smile.
"I was just having a little fun, is all." he said smugly.
"Yes well, have more 'fun' and you'll be suspended." the brit said finally dismissing the Spaniard. He got up and left the room, looking at his schedule and saw his next subject.
Chemistry with Mr. Honda.
Great, another hard ass. He thought grudgingly.