Chapter 3
Lovino sighed, relieved when he finally heard the ringing of the bell announcing the end of class. The teacher gave some homework to the students and then he exited the classroom. He calmly headed towards his locker to gather his things, greeting some acquaintances on the way, but without being really polite either. While taking some textbooks, he caught a glimpse of Antonio, who was with his two best friends. One of them was French, and had a reputation involving a lot of adventures in bed. The other one was German, self-proclaimed only Prussian in the school. And this time, accompanied by Ludwig, the boy his brother met at the park two weeks ago. Lovino rolled his eyes when he heard their ridiculous laughter, aggressively closing his locker, heading toward the building's exit. He however remarked that Antonio's look was different, something was missing. That laughing, mischievous sparkle. The Italian tried to ignore him; he didn't have to care about him. The more he tried to ignore, the more he tried to analyze the situation, in vain. He sighed once he was in the yard, looking forward for Feliciano to finish his lessons. Even so, the younger still wasn't there, which was surprising his brother. Lovino grunted, when Feliciano finally appeared.
"Damn, where were you?" he asked.
"I had something important to do, and Ludwig had to help me write down the last lecture notes, veee~!"
The young man scowled, suspicious. Lately, all Feliciano was doing was talk about the German he met at the park, and Antonio didn't come home with them as often as he used to. But the routine continued. They got home, did their homework, ate and finally got to bed. But Lovino couldn't sleep, a weird feeling growing in his stomach. Something serious was about to happen, and he didn't like it one bit.