My phone slips back into my pocket as the bell rings, and I grab my stuff and race to my next class; Chemistry. Even from outside the room I can hear Antonio, Gilbert, and Francis messing around inside. Already frazzled from the mysterious note, I am not in the mood to deal with their bullshit. Taking a deep breath, I enter the room.
I instantly regret it, because something slams into my head.
"Estamos jodidos," Antonio mumbles. Francis is trying not to laugh, and Gilbert is staring at me with wide, fear-filled eyes. I glare at him before looking around for what hit me. I don't see anything, so I go back to glaring at the albino.
"What the fuck was that?" I demand. Gilbert swallows thickly, and Antonio continues to mutter in Spanish. Francis smirks at me, and I march up to him.
"Why are you so upset, mon amour? It was only a joke," the blonde says, smiling down at me. I jab a finger into his chest, forcing him to back up a step.
"I wanna know what the fuck you bitch-babies hit me with," I snarl.
"You're so much like your brother it isn't funny. Can you try to act like a girl?" a british accent says from behind me. "And you three need to leave this poor lass alone before I tell Alfred what's going on." Arthur ruffles my hair, and I stick my tongue out at him.
"So what? Alfred can't do anything against the awesome me!" Gilbert exclaims. I step towards him, and he shrieks like a girl.
"So what you're telling me is I'm scarier than Alfie?" The albino peeks at me from behind Francis, nodding ever-so-slightly.
"You Freshmen are scary," the junior whines. "Especially you and your punk friend."
I hear the teacher enter the room, and I glare at the trio one last time before slinking to my seat. Arthur ruffles my hair again as he passes, and I playfully slap his hand away. The Idiot Trio gathers around Antonio's desk, talking in hushed tones. Other students file in shortly before the bell, the last of which being my friend Feliciano. He bounces over to me, a stray curl falling out of place.
"Ciao, Bella!" he sings, crushing me in a hug.
"Hey, Feli! How's it going?" The teacher gives us a stern look, and I smile sheepishly. The bubbly Italian notices, slipping into his seat next to me with a nervous chuckle.
With that, the lesson begins.
I spend the hour actually paying attention, since science is my passion. When the bell rings, many of my classmates groan. Feli lets his head hit the desk, mumbling about how he doesn't understand.
"Do you need me to tutor you?" I ask softly, rubbing his back.
"That would be fantastico, Bella. This lesson hurt my head!" I chuckle, gathering up my books.
"I'll text you to set up a time," I call over my shoulder.
"Grazie!"
As I walk to my next class, art, someone sprints by and knocks me down. My shoulder slams into the wall, causing me to drop all of my books. I spew a string of colourful curses as I kneel to pick up my materials, and someone stops to help me. When everything is back in my possession, I mumble a quick thank you and head off to class at a much quicker pace.
"Wait up, chika! I wanna talk to you!"
"Sorry! I am not currently taking questions!" I snap, not even turning around.
Within the span of a second, my books are out of my hands and my back is against the wall. I am face-to-face with Antonio, his green eyes gazing into my blue ones. He has a hand on the wall to either side of my head, and my heart jumps up into my throat.
"I want to talk," he repeats. Numbly, I nod my head. He smiles, and heat creeps up my neck. "Did you get a weird note earlier? Probably during first hour?"
"Yeah. It had a picture of me and Alice. It told us to meet the person behind the school. Why?" Even I can tell how love-sick my voice sounds.
"Do you know who sent it?" he asks urgently.
"Nope. It came from behind me, but no one sits there. Why?" The spaniard in front of me growls and steps back, raking a hand through his chestnut hair.
With the boy no longer up in my space, my heart slows to a normal pace and my blush dissipates. Finally able to think about something other than his eyes, I fluff up my hair and cross my arms. Just as I open my mouth to speak, Antonio is knocked flat. An insanely pissed-off Matthew is in his place, shoulder still down.
"Why was this creep pinning you against the wall? Did he touch you? Are you hurt?" the violet-eyed junior asks, wrapping an arm around me possessively.
"Chill pill, bro. Take one with Kool-Aide," I snap, wriggling away from him. "We were just talking. Nothing more, nothing less." The bell rings, and I groan. Matthew glares one last time at Antonio, who is mumbling in Spanish again, before stalking off.
"Why did Matthew Williams just act like he knows you?" Antonio's voice is strained.
"Funny story, actually. You see, Mattie is my half brother. We have different moms. All I really know is that when I was really little, some guy came by our house and dropped Matthew and Madeline off. Because Alfie and Mattie were so close in age, it was like they were twins. Madeline was a year younger than me, but as we got older it was like we were really sisters. So yeah, Matthew Williams is my brother." When the older boy doesn't say anything, I shift awkwardly. "I've gotta go to class. Catch ya later, Toni."
"Don't go at lunch. Even with Alfred, you guys won't last long." The urgency in the usually happy Spaniard's voice puts me on edge, and I turn tail and sprint to class.
What in the hell was THAT all about?
((Ta-da! I made another chapter magically appear! Haha...I am SO FREAKING BORED! As I sit here in Study Hall, I write chapters for you guys. Aren't I nice? Send me a review to tell me what you think of my story so far, and I'll catch you in the next update.))
((P.S. Wow...I need to read things before I post them...again, just fixing things. Sorry! There should be another chapter up tomorrow, since Spring Break is officially over...*sobs*))