Roderich

What the hell was that kiss for?

Kiss thief! Rapist! Pervert!

I've been violated. Again! What is it with people stealing kisses from me? Or is it people stealing my kisses. Would it even hurt for them to at least hear my consent first before stealing my kisses? Argh! Either way, they're violating me! I know I'm a nerd, but it doesn't mean you have to treat me like this!

What crappy luck I have here. I knew the luck I had wouldn't last until the end of the day. Damn, I really need my coffee to calm my nerves down now. And of course it would also be just my luck as well that people were staring at me as if I was some kind of one-man freak show. I started to walk away from the crowd, an towards the coffee shop but I suddenly saw something that caught my eye that was lying on the ground. I looked closer, and it appears to be a business card. I was about to throw it away until what was written-rather, printed-on the business card caught my eye.

Bad Touch, Inc.

Got zero experience in kissing?

Or anything that falls under the topic of love for that matter?

Call us now! We GUARANTEE

You'll be a damn good kisser and lover that

you'll always leave people wanting for more.

What the… hell? People actually believe in this crap? Who on earth would even bother hiring an instructor who's gonna teach you to be… ugh, this is such useless crap. It's such a waste of both time and money. Sheesh.

I tucked the card into my pocket, since there weren't any trash bins around, and proceeded to the coffee shop. I got my usual order, but this time, to-go. As soon as I got my coffee, I headed back to my apartment, and drowned myself in misery,and coffee. But once I felt like I wasn't miserable any longer, I logged in to my Facebook account.

I couldn't even believe the later post that was on my News Feed and Notifications:

Ludwig Beilschmidt is in a relationship with Lovino Vargas

What the actual fuck? They hadn't wasted any time at all, had they? Asshats.

What did I do wrong to make my life like this?

I figured it would be any better to just crawl into a hole and die. And I don't even think anyone would care.

I didn't do any better the following day. The moment I stepped on to the campus grounds, everyone stopped what they were doing and just stared at me. Every movement I did, they were still watching me. A few of the students exchanged awkward glances with each other, and when I followed all their stares, which finally wasn't at me, I saw the banes of my existence.

Feeling the anger rise up within me, I marched up to my son of a bitch boyfriend-oh, I'm sorry. I meant, ex-boyfriend-and started to give him a piece of my mind.

"Ludwig, you asshat! What is this?"

Lovino stepped in front of Ludwig, as if protecting the very special possession he had. "For your information, you rotten tomato-"

"Shut up, dummkopt! I'm not talking to you." I snapped at Lovino.

"Watch it, Roderich!" Ludwig warned. "He's my boyfriend now."

"And what about me?" I challenged him. "Are you fucking done with me now?"

"Of course." was his simple reply. "I didn't really like you, anyway. I'm done putting up with you and your prudishness, Roderich." Alright, that hurt. AGAIN. I'd known I was in for a crappy confrontation with this asshat and his slutty boyfriend, but I never expected him to say it to me straight in the face with a lot of students watching.

"I guess you can talk to me now, then, you potato loving bastard?" Lovino drawled in his contrived "bedroom voice."

"For you, and for everyone's information-" Lovino paused and raised his voice so all the people in the hall could hear "-I would like to announce the reason why Ludwig dumped the nerd."

The other bastards in the hall were actually cheering. And most of them were the bullies. Lovino smirked.

"This top student may be smart, but he's such a prude and a lousy kisser." He looked at me again, and smirked once more. "Eh? Why the hell are you crying? Didn't you like the entire school to know that you're so cold, you can't even make your own boyfriend happy?"

What the hell? Was I actually cryi- Yes. I was. Fuck this. The only thing I knew was that my voice got stuck somewhere in my throat, and when I tried to speak up, my voice was small. My chest was tight, as if all the air had been sucked out. I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't talk either. I was standing there, and people all around me were just jeering at me. I couldn't even defend myself from the humiliation.

"What a crybaby." Lovino taunted. As if. He was the real crybaby. He would pretty much cry at every little bad thing that would happen to him. "What a pathetic loser you are, Roderich. I'll give you a piece of advice. Since you spend all your time studying and reading useless books, why don't you try looking up some kissing techniques? Who knows? Someone might actually be stupid enough to hook up with you in the future. Probably a fellow nerd."

Everyone laughed, and cheered on for Lovino. And could you guess who was laughing the loudest? Ludwig Fucking Beilschmidt.

I couldn't take this anymore, so I ran away.

Just you wait, Lovino. I'may be crying now, but once I nursed my bruised ego and heart, I'll make sure you're gonna pay. Big time. I swear that on my dearest piano.

They were both gonna pay. Big time.