~Author's Note~

Hello everyone,

I am so sorry that I have not been able to update. First I've had a writer's block for every story of mine, and then three weeks ago I got sick. I've been sick since and when I went to a doctor he told me that I might have had Bronchitis, I went to the Hospital yesterday and they assured me that I was fine, so I finally got to update today. I am so sorry for the real late update. Thank you so much for waiting. This is mostly a filler, so I am so sorry for that as well.


Lesson 3: Don't Get Drunk at Parties. Stay Sober, Dammit!

"So, Lovi, is it true that you're going to have a party at your place?" Matthew whispered to the Brunette beside him, after chewing the end of his mechanical pencil.

"Yes, why does it concern you?" She hissed as she continued to copy down notes on sex-linked traits.

"Oh…Well it doesn't but… Actually it does." –A nod –"If I'm not quite correct, are we not friends? Doesn't that mean that I should be invited?" Matthew mumbled. He closed his eyes shut and stiffened as he prepared for the worst scolding of his life.

"I am simply your Mistress. Thus meaning, you obey the rules I give you. But, since I am feeling on good spirits this lovely Thursday morning, I must invite you to my ball." Lovina brought a Sahara sand kissed hand to rest on her upper exposed chest, above her square neckline and below her collar.

"Why are you speaking like a sophisticated individual?" Matthew teased.

"Do you want me to swear?" Lovina cocked her head to her right, causing her hair to cascade down her shoulder, and narrowed her eyes in a menacing way.

"Sorry, sorry." Matthew apologized and looked back at the board. "Thank you, Mistress, for inviting a simple servant to your extravagant ball." He joked.

"Yeah, you better be thankful, idiota." She hissed.

Matthew went back to his thoughts of which only consisted of Annemarie. The previous morning he had bumped into her and, although she was talking to Mathais, he didn't bother asking if they had something going on, and now he thought he should have.

The following evening Matthew found himself at Lovina's party. She had not specified at what time he was to be there, and he ended up being quite early.

Considering the size of Lovina's mansion, the backyard complimented it rather well. A small hill held the house above ground level of mostly the whole area of the yard. Tall looming Willow Trees and a high White picket fence kept all the party hard teenagers from wandering elsewhere. A couple of mature trees, around 150 years old scattered the enclosed space occasionally. All the trees were decorated in White Christmas lights with little origami figures that hung along with the leaves.

A little stage settled itself on top of the freshly cut rich green grass and huge speakers perched upon it, to the left of the yard.

"Bienvenuito to our party, idiota!" Lovina grinned at the Canadian. Her attire was rather revealing, not that Matthew had a say in what she wore. Lovina wore a slim fitting burgundy red dress that complimented her sweet curves. The dress was not too tight or too loose, it was just right. The back of her dress was open, giving it a flirty twist and it was cut a little higher than the whole arms-length ideology supposed to be worn at school. Her chestnut hair no longer flowed to her chest but rather was tied up in an elegant bun.

On the contraire, Matthew wore a blue button up collar shirt and White polo shorts. His hair was left loose and dog tags styled around his neck. For shoes, Matthew had put on some Polo Ralph black Canvas Sneakers.

"Right. Thanks for inviting me, budd." Matthew laughed.

"Budd? What have I told you? I'm your mistress, get it right." Lovina scoffed, if it ween't for the playful twinkle in her eyes, Matthew would have been scared.

"Oh, Lovi, no seas mala con las personas, mi amor." The sun-kissed man wrapped his arms around Lovina's waist from behind.

The red polo shirt the brunet boy wore made him look almost edible. Not to mention, the short sleeve shirt demonstrated his muscular arms and his loose white beach pants didn't hide the fact that all those soccer games and practices paid off. His legs had always been near perfect; toned, tanned and tantalizing. Of course, The Spaniard's perfect behind was noticeable.

"Let me go you bastard!" Lovina gasped. "As far as I'm concerned, I didn't invite a piece of shit like you."

Antonio, the Spaniard boy who had Lovina trapped in his embrace, laughed merrily.

"Either you let me go, or I kick that perfect ass of yours. No longer will it be round, there will be a great big dent where I beat the living hell out of you!" Lovina's cheeks burned as she struggled from the frivolous young man's muscular grasp.

"Oh Lovi, eres tan hermosa!" Antonio kissed the nape of her neck.

Lovina's eyes shot open and she elbowed Antonio in the gut, causing him to let go.

"Lovi, you're going to kill me one day." The Spaniard wheezed. Poor guy, he was winded.

"Hopefully that does happen one day." Lovina rolled her hazel eyes. "Let's go Matt, leave this bastard here." she grabbed Matthew's hand and dragged him down the hill. Obediently, Matthew followed. His indigo pupils skimming the crowd of teenagers, which was when he noticed people in swimming suits. People in swimming suits meant there was a pool, right? So where was the pool? And sure enough, at the complete end of the backyard, there was a pool.

Matthew mentally kicked himself for not bringing a swimming suit and sighed heavily. Curse that idiocy he had sometimes obtained…

Leaving Matthew at the foot of the stage, Lovina climbed up and awaited her sweetheart of a twin. Once Feliciana had made it to the top, (With a little help from Ludwig) Lovina Started Talking into the microphone.

"Okay, listen here bastards, there are three fucking rules to this house party, and if you don't obey them, I will personally kill you. Got it?" She smiled at the crowd. After no one said a word, Feliciana continued.

"If you already don't know, which you shouldn't not know, I am Feliciana Vargas and this is my twin; Lovina Vargas. Rule number one; if you get drunk, make sure that you do not drive and have a safe drive home. Take a cab, make one of your friends a designated driver. We don't want you to die, or kill people." The little Italian shrugged.

"Two! If you're drunk, DO NOT swim. You will drown. Make sure people that no drunk idiota gets into the pool, also please clean up after yourselves, or I will lock everyone in until dawn, when hopefully everything is clean. Plus, I have security cameras, we'll catch you." Lovina grinned deviously, pointing at a couple cameras that were stationed at some trees.

"Finally; have fun!" Feliciana giggled into the microphone and both sisters got down from the stage.

Upon reaching Matthew again, Lovina narrowed her eyes. "And you, I have another lesson: Don't get drunk at these fucking parties. Bad boys like I have taught you to be don't do idiotic things. Sure you can drink a beer or two but do not get drunk. Or I will strangle you, got it, Idiota?" She grinned, allowing her cherry red lips to part.

Matthew gulped and nodded slowly, although she was a girl, she scared the hell out of him, and he wanted to keep her calm for now, at least.