I couldn't help but stare at the luscious tomato the bastard was holding out in front on me. I looked back up at Antonio who was staring at me with a tomato in his mouth. I gulped and grabbed the tomato out of his hands.
Placing the tomato on my lips I opened my mouth and took a bite. Flavor swam into my mouth as the juice trickled in. It was heavenly. I let my eyes flutter shut.
My thoughts of the tomato were quickly disturbed by the bastard who had been staring at me the whole time. "You like tomatoes?"
Like? I fucking love them! "M-Maybe! What's it to you tomato bastard!" I smirked and continued eating my tomato. Sadly, I ate the tomato all to quickly and it was gone. I frowned and whipped away the juice that had started to drip down my chin.
I turned to the smiling tomato bastard who held another tomato in front of my face. I snatched it from him and he laughed.
After about five tomatoes I sighed in content. It had been so long since I had had a good tomato. I glanced over at the Spaniard next to me who was still eating his last tomato. Once the bastard finished eating his tomato he turned and smiled at me.
As the idiot kept smiling at me I couldn't help but noticed some tomato juice that was on the side of his mouth. Something about him not noticing it pissed me off. Dammit!
So, without thinking I reached over and cupped his face. He looked at me with his eyes open wide but I didn't care. I was too busy staring at the fucking juice!
I used my thumb to wipe across his mouth, successfully cleaning off the annoying spot of juice! It would be a waste to wipe it off on something, so instead I licked it off my finger.
I looked up at the tomato bastard who was staring at me with a blush across his face. I began to blush just looking at him blush. "What the hell tomato bastard! Is it a sin or something to wipe off tomato juice and then eat it!"
"A-ah…no.. ..but….. that was on my mouth and…. Uhh…" Ohh… realization is a bitch… everything is fine until you actually realize what you just fucking did!
"I didn't want to waste perfectly good juice dammit!" My face became ten shades deeper. Damn bastard. I glanced at the moron and noticed he had a huge grin on his face. Great…
"That's true Lovi! Tomatoes are too good to waste!" Well… at least he understands…
The door to the classroom swung open and Mr. Bonnefoy and Mr. Beillschmidt burst into the room. Bastards.
"ANTONIO! It really is you! This is so awesome! The Bad Touch Trio is back!" Oh great…. Just what I need… MORE idiots…
"Oui! Antonio! We missed you!" The group of three idiots joined into a big group hug. How great… I wonder if they would notice if I left?
The bell rung. Yes! ESCAPE! Like the Italian I am, I managed to run passed the group of dumbasses and not get caught. But wait… next I have the worst fucking class of the day…. Cooking. Why is it so bad? 1. The French bastard is the teacher. And 2. I may be Italian but I lack the skill of being able to cook….
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Everyone was at their cooking stations. At each station there's a group of four. Lucky as I am, my group consists of Kiku, Yao, and oh! Guess what! It's the fucking potato bastard!
To make it worse, kiku and Yao are a couple! I feel like the third wheel hanging around them! Not to mention it's even worse when there's a potato next to you! Fucking potato. Why did he even bother taking cooking class! Dammit!
Right now we're in the middle of making some dumb cake. I'm in charge of cutting up the strawberry's. Yup. That's right. Our group is stuck with fucking strawberry crap. So, the cake is going to be covered in pink fucking frosting! It's too girly!
But I keep cutting these shitty strawberry's. Why? Because I need to pass this class! I have a C. So cutting up shitty strawberry's and putting them in a cake and decorating the cake with them will help my grade. Of course there's no way in hell I would be caught dead eating this shit. Not to mention I cut myself about ten times already so it's probably going to taste slightly like iron.
Who gives a fuck. Dammit! I just cut myself again! "Mon chere… your fingers are covered in bandages… Why don't you try mixing the frosting and Ludwig can cut the rest of the strawberry's. Oui?"
Normally I wouldn't let that potato bastard take over anything for me. But I really don't want my hands to be completely covered in band aids…
"Fine…" I switched places with that potato sucker and started to mix the frosting. Since it's just mixing with a spoon I think I should be okay. At least I'm not as bad as Mr. Kirkland…. When he tried to prove that he could cook one time he ended up blowing up the oven and causing a fire. It was hilarious.
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We finally finished making the cake. But now I'm stuck with a giant ass piece of it. I have five minutes to get to my next class but I don't want to be seen with this girly shit. So, what do I do?
I noticed Antonio walking down the hall so I run up to him. "Antonio!" He turns around and smiles at me. The bastard. "Here!" Seeing as how I didn't want to even look at that shitty cake again I stormed off to class. On my way down the halls I heard him yell a 'Thank you Lovi~' in his stupid ass voice. I kind of felt a little proud though. After all I did KIND of make it. And he was HAPPY, about something I did… soo… yeah…. Shut up.
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Oh great. 6th hour. Shit. It's fucking music. Learning how to play piano sucks, especially when you have a loud ass Austrian up your ass about it. Damn Mr. Edelstein! I don't care about how to play Mozart!
Of course every time I told him that he told me to listen to him show his depression through the fucking piano and after about five times of going through that I decided to give up and just play the damn thing. It would have been so much easier to do that if I had at least SOME talent though, like Feli.
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7th hour. Dammit! Because of some shitty mess up in my schedule I'm stuck in sewing class. First off it's the stupidest class ever invented! And the fact that I'm stuck in here is even worse! Theres only four guys in here other than me!
Feliks is one but I'm not even sure if I'm able to count him… another one is Toris but he's in here because Feliks forced him to. Of course Feli is fucking in here! It's FELI! And the last guy is Ivan. Who scares the shit out of me. He just sits there smiling at everyone and let's out this scary as hell aura around him!
Plus there's the scary teacher for this class who always has a frying pan ready to be pulled out at any second. Ms. Héderváry only ever really pulls it out when the stupid albino bastard comes in here and disrupts the class though.
Oh. Look. Were making pillows today. Yay.
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8th hour. Almost there! This class and one more! Then I can get out of here!
Shit. It's finance. More math! Why did my schedule have to get so fucked up! Plus this bastard Mr. Zwingly has a sister complex or something I swear! She's in this class too and if someone so much as looks at her in the wrong way he'll pull out either a gun or some fucking peace prize and threaten to beat them up or shoot them!
Who threatens to beat someone up with a peace prize anyway! They got it for peace! And where the hell does he pull that gun out from!
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Finally! The last class! It's shitty chemistry but it's not so bad since the teacher is that albino potato bastard. And yes, the albino potato bastard is the potato bastard's older brother. The world sucks, I know.
At least he doesn't teach anything. He just get's side tracked with how awesome or unawesome something is, and our tests are always easy shit that's common sense. So I'm okay with it.
My friend Matthew is sadly always brought into the albino bastard's conversations. And Matthew honestly LIKES being with the guy! He fell head over heels in love with him. And I know the albino creep feels the same way. I'm not even sure why they aren't going out yet though.
I thought 17 was the age of consent or something gay like that. And Matthew is already 17 so it's just stupid and it's pissing me off watching them flirt but never actually going out! I want to just go up and punch that dumb ass albino!
…But if you think about it going out with a teacher is kind of….well….. he's probably waiting till they graduate or something stupid. Bastards.
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YESSSS! School is over! Now I can just get home and listen to some music and-
"Loviiiiii~!" I turn around to see the Spanish bastard right behind me. Dammit. "Lovi! Thank you for the cake! It was really good!" He ATE it!
"Y-you actually ate it!" The bastard seemed a little shocked by this. Oh crap now he probably thinks I poisoned it or something.
"Si….was I not supposed to?" He actually ate that disgustingly pink piece of cake! It had to have been extremely sweet too! How could he manage to eat that!
"Umm…. You l-liked it?" A smile grew on the morons face. "Si!" I do NOT feel happy right now. Nope! Not at all! And the blush is because of how stupid he looks smiling like that! That's all! I mean it! …shut up.
"You look like a tomato again Lovi~!" He started to laugh and smile. Stupid bastard.
After walking for a while we went our separate ways. N-Not that I care or anything!
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When I got home I couldn't help to notice a black car in our driveway. But we don't own a car…. Unless Grandpa bought one?
When I opened the door and stepped inside Grandpa was standing in the living room and Feli was sitting next to some man, smiling and crying. The man was smiling and hugging Feli.
I stared at the scene before me and walked into the living room. As I got closer everyone turned towards me. I looked at the man holding Feli. He had the same color hair as Feli and looked a few inches shorter than grandpa but still had a masculine build.
That's when it hit me. "…papa?"
Author's note:
T.T I started the next chapter…. Family Reunion~ hahaha X3