A/N: I'll definitely make this chapter much longer then the last one XD At least 1000 words on each chapter, I promise!
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Chapter 2
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The posters came up around noon, causing a hysterical wave of hyperventilation through the schools females. A girl's choice spring dance. Really. Why the fuzz about that, I asked myself as I walked through the corridors of the school, on my way from lunch. How could it matter so much to them? Even some of the guys were really pumped up to it, especially Francis, who gave me and Antonio way to detailed interpretations of how he would get invited of lots of, lots of girls, and, being Francis, exactly what he would do with them. Once again, I thanked the school bell as it rang. I could never be grateful enough to it.
The day flew by without any bigger problems. That girl Elisaveta still hung around Roderich, or it was Roderich hanging around her. I didn't care, or at least I tried not to. For some reason that I couldn't understand, that feeling I had gotten this morning didn't disappear. It still hurt like being pierced whenever I saw her laugh at his jokes, and smile at him. I didn't know why. I just didn't. I don't think anyone else noticed that I secretly watched her, or at least nobody said anything. I was glad; I didn't want to handle someone accusing me for falling for someone. Because I didn't. I was far too awesome to fall for some pretty chick. Really.
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I needed to get out of the room. Now. I usually didn't mind Feliciano practically living in the small student room West and I shared, but this was getting too much. Actually, the room looked more like a war zone after about half an hour with the hyped Italian. Pasta sauce was splattered all over the once so clean, white walls; tomatoes were stepped on and crushed into the carpet covering the now spaghetti-decorated floor. The Italian himself was sitting in West's lap, making weird sounds like "ve, ve, ve". So I ran. Mostly because I knew bruder would flip any second now, and I really didn't want to experience that again.
At first, I just
wandered around in the almost completely empty school, every footstep
echoing through the stone walls. I walked down the closest stairs,
the one leading down from the student's room's floors. The first
thing that came into sight was the library. I didn't go there
often, but tonight I figured it would be rather calm, and for once,
that was what I needed. I pushed the massive wooden doors open,
revealing a enormous space, every inch covered by bookshelves, from
the stone floor to the ceiling, so high up that there were mobile
steel ladders placed on the shelves, making it possible to get books
higher then you could reach. A big stair placed in the far end of the
library led up to a platform, where tables in different sizes,
probably placed there so the students could sit down and study in a
calmer place then the student rooms.
I walked around among the
bookshelves for a while, slightly searching for a book in German, my
native language. As I found some that seemed rather interesting, I
placed myself at one of the tables in the top platform, sinking into
the world of letters and sentences.
"Hello". I jumped at the low, musical voice, coming from someone who stood right behind me. I spun around to face the mysterious talker.
"I'm sorry, did I scary you?" The voice happened to come from a certain Elisaveta, standing just a few inches from me.
"A little… People tend to get scared when others sneak up on them".
"I'm sorry". Though, there was no regret in her voice as she spoke.
"Do you need anythin'?" My voice sounded very harsh, it made her take a very small step backwards. She surely just needed directions or something like that.
"Not really… I just wanted to talk to you…" Wait, what? I stood speechless for a little while, probably looking pretty dumb.
"Uh... Yeah? Why?"
And the
conversation started. I don't know how long we talked, but it was
long. We discovered quite quickly that we had some common interest,
and we were locked in half-arguments about all kinds of things for…I
still don't know how long. I found it very easy to talk to her, and
we never sank down in one of those awkward silences that just annoys
the hell out of you, but you can't say anything anyway. When I
opened the door to my room I found a sleeping Italian curled up on
the chest of an -also sleeping - German. The door shut quietly behind
me and I shot a glance at the digital clock on the desk between the
two beds. It was almost midnight. No wonder they both were asleep.
I undressed silently and sank down in the warm covers of my bed,
waiting for the unconsciousness to take me away and bring me to the
bright dawn of tomorrow.
Surely tomorrow came in all its glory with extra effects of banging, crashing and Italian songs. I got dressed; a T-skirt in the exact same red couloirs as my eyes, and black jeans, and then I escaped the chaos that was my home and ran down the stairs to grab some breakfast before classes started. I couldn't see the other two thirds of the "Bad friends trio", so I sat down alone at a table to try to fill up my empty stomach in the remaining five minutes of the morning.
The five minutes disappeared way too quickly, and I threw away the remaining of my breakfast and hurried away to my class. I was a little curious to see how Elisaveta would treat me and others today. When I entered the classroom, the needle by my heart came back to torture me. In the back of the class she stood, laughing and smiling with Roderich. It wasn't like I cared though. I really didn't. It wasn't like we were the best of friends just because we had talked yesterday. Nope. I mean, what can you expect? And the needle kept up its work.
A/N: Yeah, that was chapter two… It took long time to write O.o Anyway, no reviews, no continued story!