Part One: Fall Chapter Three
Friday, September 4th
Ivan practically skipped all the way to school. He'd been gently aroused from his sleep by Raivis instead of startled awake by a fucking ship horn. Last he knew the alarm parts were smashed into his floor. They were gone once he woke up. His time in the bathroom went by quickly due to the rising excitement of what he might find in the kitchen. It would be the first time since the summer started that he'd have something other than toasted bread for breakfast. Ivan had never been great at cooking eggs and sausage; even porridge seemed to explode in his face.
Most importantly, he was going to find out about Gilbert.
Ivan passed through the gates of the school making a B-line to the fountain in the school's courtyard, the usual before school meeting place. Once the crowd was in view, Ivan started to scan the heads for the familiar neatly combed back yellow blond hair. It wasn't there. He tired no to get too disappointed by this fact. Ludwig was probably off with Feliciano somewhere. "Ivan, ve~" said Italian greeted him when he reached the pack. Okay, so maybe he wasn't with him. If Feliciano was here with the group that meant Ludwig wasn't in school at all.
Conceivably, that was probably better. What was Ivan supposed to say when he talked to Ludwig? 'Gilbert's your brother, tell me everything about him?' He wanted to get close to Gilbert not make Ludwig suspicious of him. Ivan pondered this problem for the rest of the day, causing it to pass in a haze of events he couldn't remember clearly. No one really talked to him either and he, for once, was okay with that.
Monday, September 7th
Ivan didn't have to look for Ludwig come school on Monday. Ludwig had cornered him the moment he entered the gates. He angrily waved a piece of paper in the taller boy's face. From what Ivan could make out, it seemed to be a schedule of some sorts. Different parts of it looked like they were highlighted in different colors but he couldn't get a clear look at it. He opened his mouth to order the German to cease his flailing when the paper was pushed into his hands. Now able to study it, Ivan realized he had been right. It was a schedule and the first three classes were the same as his first three classes.
"This is Gilbert's school schedule. You did say you would help right?" He didn't wait for Ivan's answer before continuing. "The only way I can see Gilbert actually passing junior year is to make sure he is actually in all his classes. So, by going over his classes, I realized that he shares two classes with me, three with you," Ivan suppressed a giddy smile, "two with Francis and Antonio," so he did attend school here, "and one with Lovino. The only thing you need to worry about is making sure he gets to periods two and three. I'm pretty sure Elizabeta will drag him into first."
Ludwig, who was now done revealing his 'Make sure Gilbert Passes', watched Ivan for any signs of objection. There were none, actually, Ivan looked a little too eager to do this. Everyone else he had informed about this plan had just mumbled something about 'Gilbert being a pain in the ass' under their breaths. Then again this was Ivan he was talking to. The overgrown man never showed the emotion you would suspect for any kind of event. So Ludwig didn't ponder it for to long. He was just glad that someone would make sure his brother was in his classes.
When Ludwig left him, he skipped, really skipped- he hadn't realized he was doing it till Yao came up to him and told him, politely, that he was scaring the freshmen- to class. At the mention of freshman, though, he paused. Today would be Raivis's first day at school and his first day of High school. Admittedly, he had left without Raivis this morning and wasn't quite sure if he had arrived yet, much less what class he was in. He'd have to make sure to wait for him at the school gates so they could walk home together.
It wasn't until a couple minutes into first period, that the door to the room slammed open. In strutted a girl dressed in dark skinny jeans, ankle boots and a green tee. Her brown hair was pulled into a high ponytail and a pink flower sat just above her ear. Her lips were turned down in an annoyed scowl. "May I help you?" the teacher, Ms. Miffin, asked. The girl's pale green eyes darted to the teacher.
"I brought you a student," she smirked, swinging a hand to the empty doorway. Ms. Miffin raised her eyebrows at the lack of new student. The girl twirled around, a silent curse leaving her lips as she noticed the same thing. "One moment," she smiled sweetly before heading out the door again. Her departure was soon followed with a shout of "There you are!" and "Wait! Elizabeta!" then scuffling sounds. It was all silenced by a yelp. The girl, Elizabeta, reappeared in the doorway her hand clamped around the ear of a struggling albino.
"He's all yours!" she announced almost gleefully. Dragging him forward a bit she let go of his ear and was out the door before he could recover, closing it behind him. Red eyes darted wistfully to the closed door. Noticing there was no way out of the room anytime soon, Gilbert turned to the teacher, a smug smile on his lips.
"I'm the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt!" He announced. Ms. Miffin's eyebrows shot up again. She the most strange feeling she was going to absolutely despise this kid.
"Just take a seat," she sighed, "and don't show up late again!" Gilbert gave her a mock salute. Turning to the classroom he scanned the room for an empty seat.
Ivan, up until now, had been watching the scene unfold before him with childish excitement. His giddiness continued to escalate as he realized that the only open seat was the one next to him. It wasn't really a coincident, everyone else was too afraid to sit next to him. Ivan watched Gilbert's red eyes scan the room for an opening. When they finally did fall on Ivan and the empty seat, they lit up with slight recognition. He smirked as he made his way down the isle towards the seat. Tension filled the room as the unusually silent students watched Gilbert with fascination.
He was going to sit with the beast.
Gilbert slid into the chair dumping his book bag on the ground. "Hello Ivan Braginski, the awesomeness has returned!"
A/N: Hey guys! Sorry that I haven't really stuck to my promise about uploading every other day. And this chapter isn't really long but I felt it was a great place to stop. I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed, story alerted/favorite this story. Can't really list all you names now cuz someone wants to use the comp.
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