Welcome to the next installment!
Once again, I love you people. You're so awesome Prussia would say so, if only grudgingly.
This one is longer.
CH 3
You stalk off to the nurse's office without him, your lip twitching. The hand Antonio had kissed felt cold and so you shove your hands into your pockets. Antonio keeps pace with you. "So, can I walk you to neck period Lovi?" Glaring over at him you give the answer immediately. "No!" A pleading look entered his eyes and your knees start turning to jelly. He just looked so… cute. Fine, he was cute but it was something you would never, EVER, say out loud.
But he just kept looking at you like that. "…fine. But just this once." Antonio hugs you tightly. "And stop touching me!" He laughs at your outburst and kisses your cheek. "But you're sooooo cute!" You shove him off impatiently. "I don't care if I'm a friggin baby panda. I'm not your boyfriend!" Just then, you reach the nurse's office and let yourself in. For all you knew, Antonio was just waiting to open the door for you. As Arthur would say, "like a gentleman". The nurse looks up as you step in. On the way there your lip had stopped bleeding and the nurse deemed you fit for school.
Antonio let out a happy sigh, wrapping his arms around your waist. By how hot your face suddenly became you knew you had a deep blush across your face. "I'm so glad my Lovi is going to be just fine." Antonio says as you desperately try to pry his arms off. The nurse just giggled and gave you a knowing wink. She placed a clipboard over her mouth and whispered "I won't tell anybody." By now, you were uncomfortably hot and trudged out of the room with Antonio still hooked around your waist.
"Let go! What do you want from me?" You feel Antonio chuckle and his breath ruffles the hair next to your ear. "I want you to kiss me." Bullshit! "No!" Your unwanted leech spins you around and pins you to a wall. The look he had given you earlier was back on his face, but this time he looked genuinely hurt, his half closed eyes glistening and his eyebrows furrowing. "Please?" Good God, he even sounded hurt! So you acted mean, you weren't really. Well, just once wouldn't hurt and it would make him leave you alone.
"…..fine. Only one though, okay?" You murmur, looking away. You feel his fingers curl under your chin, his thumb trailing across your bottom lip. The faster this was over the better. You tipped your head up and felt his lips brush across yours. Since you believed yourself to be a good romancer you twisted your fingers in his dark hair and opened your mouth. Antonio took your invitation and slipped his tongue in your mouth.
Cinnamon. It's what Antonio tasted like. Spicy and exotic. You pull back, releasing from the kiss. "Happy now?" Now that you had detached yourself he covered his mouth and looked away. You feel the anger bubbling up when Antonio starts chuckling. "What's wrong this time?" Antonio looks at you mischievously. "I didn't realize you were such a good kisser. And here I thought I would be the one pleasuring you."
Just then the bell rung. Antonio grabs your wrist again, this time taking you to your next period. You didn't say anything. You were disgusted with yourself. Making out with a guy. A GUY! Feliciano might not care if people thought he was gay but this caused a big problem for you. What would happen if anyone found out? Your credibility would plummet. No one would fear you and everyone would laugh behind your back.
Antonio stops at a door and you accidentally run into him. He gives you a smile. "This is our next class." You glare at him. "What do you mean 'our'?" He giggles like a school girl and pulls out his schedule. It was identical to yours except it said Antonio Carriedo where yours said Lovino Vargas.
The stupid idiot you called father, your school principal, did it again. Last year he had done it so you could make a new 'friend'. The kid stuck with you stayed away from you the whole year. He was always shaking and crying. If you remembered correctly, his name was Raivis. You spot him now as he cowered away from a Russian immigrant whom everyone except a few girls avoided.
A few other girls walking past glanced at you and giggled. Great, not even the first day was over and rumors were flying. You shove Antonio into the class room and follow closely. "Hey, Lovino, over here!" You turn to see Alice waving you over, sitting next to Elizaveta, a girl with long brown hair and pale skin. "Bring Antonio and sit over here!" Alice calls out and so you shoved Antonio in her direction.
She moves her bag off of a table next to hers and Lizzy's (as everyone preferred to call her) with a smile. Why was everyone smiling? It must be a sign of the apocalypse for sure. You grab the seat closest to Alice and Antonio slides in next to you. Lizzy glances at you sideways and plays with her camera string. Did she want something?
"Something wrong?" You ask her as Alice talks to Antonio over your shoulder. "Naw, just wondering if you two were an item. Since both of you are cute it would make great yaoi." A Japanese kid in front of her accidentally breaks his pencil at the mention of the word yaoi. This clued you in that it was probably a sexual reference. A hand brushes your cheek as you try to come up with a reply. "Don't I just wish. Lovi is very stubborn." Lizzy's hand tugs on the camera cord sharply as Antonio twirls a bit of your hair around his finger.
You grab his shirt collar and wrench him down. "Try something with me in public and I will not hesitate to stab you." You whisper violently. Alice leans down on her desk. "He so wants you." You shoot her a glare. Not just because the comment made you angry but also because, no matter how much you hated it and how much it disgraced you, it was starting to become true.
"Class, the bell has wrung so I expect you to sit down and cease talking." A few minutes later your cell phone vibrated and you flipped it open to stop it. I luv you. You glare over at Antonio who had his head up, looking at the teacher with his phone held under the desk. Shut up. You reply. The next one says. Don't be like that. I know you like me back. You start to blush and quickly type in. How could you possibly know that? He leans back in his chair and smiles. You wouldn't have kissed me like that if you didn't.
This was pretty much how the day went by until fifth. Antonio flirting with you and you denying it at every turn. At least you would get to sleep in next period. It was Spanish and despite how much you disliked it, you knew the language backwards and forwards. Oh well, the teacher knew you and was one of the few that liked you. You pick a seat at the back of the room, in a corner. Antonio of course sits next to you. A Spanish girl named Maria waved at Antonio.
That's not what surprised you. What DID surprise you was the fact that Antonio didn't give her even the slightest of smiles. He even seemed a little cold. Whatever. You think as you lower your head to your arms and drift into a light sleep. This dream promised to be good. You think to yourself as your dreamscape unfolds before you. Your eyes are met with a sparkling blue ocean and white sands. Someone's sitting next to you. Since this dream wasn't new to you, you knew it was Alice.
Closing your eyes, you lean over. Fingers trail over your skin in a tantalizing dance and you crack open your eyes. The person you saw wasn't Alice. It wasn't even a girl. Instead you were faced with a smiling Antonio. You scramble backwards immediately and close your eyes. Instead of waking up like you wanted, you were thrown into another scene. This time it was an old memory.
You had been in first grade and it was recess. Feliciano had been sick that day and you refused to talk to anyone. Instead you had sat on a bench watching kids playing an assortment of games. And that's when you met him. He was a grade above yours with curly dark brown hair and green eyes. The smile he gave you was so familiar. You knew it from somewhere. Somewhere recent.
Your eyes shoot open. Hadn't the boy's name been Antonio? Casting a glance over your elbow you see Antonio staring at the white board with the least interested face you had ever seen. Yes, you were sure. He had been the same kid to talk to you all the years ago. Did he know that? Did he think you would remember? Sliding your eyes shut, you bring up the memory again. The kid version of Antonio held up a soccer ball, asking if you would like to play.
You had said no, expecting him to leave you alone. Instead he had tossed away the ball and sat with you till the end of recess. Opening your eyes again, you turn your head towards Antonio. He looks down. "Yes?" He asks with a warm smile. Much to your amusement, Maria bristled. "I was just wondering if you remember." He chuckles and looks down. "Second grade right? I was hoping you would remember that."
You listen to the clock tick. "Why me?" You ask in a low whisper. "Do you know what they say about love at first sight? It's just like I knew. Something told me that I was supposed to love you." Something crosses your mind. "That's why you went elsewhere? Even then I probably would have shot you down." He presses his leg to yours and slumps down next to you. "When you're told something is wrong when you're little, you tend to grow up with that mindset."
You slide your leg away. "That's because it's true." Just then the bell rang, sending you to lunch. But you had other things on your mind rather than eating. "Go on ahead. I'll catch up later." You call over your shoulder. As you step out of Antonio's line of vision you break into a run. A few minutes later, you stand in front of the principal's office.
Just then the door opens and you come face to face with your father. "Hi dad. Can we talk?" Your father, Romulus, gives you a wide smile. "Of course! Come in." You walk in and take a deep breath. Just as the door closes you let it out. "What the fuck is your problem? If it didn't work last year why the fuck would it work this year?" He looks at you like you were spewing nonsense. "So you're not here to talk about the girl thing."
"What girl thing?" You say, nearly forgetting about the problem with Antonio. "Weeeeeeellllll… I decided it was high time you got a girlfriend so I took the liberty of finding girls who like your type. And let me tell you, I picked some lovely flowers this year. Several are in your classes. Like Chloe, or Alexis. My personal choice, Rachel. Mmm, Rachel. If only I was younger." You remember all these girls from your previous classes.
"There was one other one. I have a hard time remembering her name. Her file is here somewhere…" He shuffles through a stack of paperwork and comes up with a folder. Gefahr Bestimmt was printed on the front of it. The picture inside matched the girl from earlier. "Why this one?" Your dad looks up. "Because she's basically the female version of you."