ch 4:
After a long dish washing session with the angry chef, Gilbert was sent back out of the kitchen as the bell rang through out the campus. His B block was english with Heracles, and luckily withMatthew as well. He looked around the class again, and realized that actually all of the people in his first class were in this one too. He had forgotten that they split up like this; in three classes that switched out between the three teachers.
The class went by quickly because the teacher only assigned one chapter to read and then fell asleep. Gilbert took this as a sign to say that he should sleep too, and he did. He only woke up when the next bell went off. However, the next class wasn't quite as loose as the first two.
Mr. Gerhart was standing tall in the front of the class room when he announced, "The class work is here on the table and itt is a review so I expect you to do well. Please turn it in when you are done by the end of the day. The homework is from the text book. The page numbers are on the board. I don not appreciate talking in my class, and I don't permit laziness." then he sat down and opened a book.
Everyone was silent for a moment until one brave soul took the first step to stand up and get a paper, and then the rest of the class did the same. Gilbert was disappointed that they actually had to do work.
Gilbert had hoped his uncle would be nice because he was in the class, but apparently the white haired teen had no affect on the class. He didn't like how he was sent to this school in the first place, but when he had found out his uncle was also working here in this place of unacceptance, his spirit was even more crushed.
Most of these "review" problems, Gilbert found, weren't even topics he had reached in his old school. He had to stay in the class, skipping lunch, to be able to finish the problems. He was feeling deflated but kept up some portion of hope for out door sports.
Out door sports was indeed outdoors, but the group had to start in the locker room. That is where everyone changed into their soccer clothes, but Gilbert had one other task. Sunscreen. He was part albino so he could go outside, but sunscreen was a necessity if he was to be out in the sun for long periods of time. He had to make sure it got everywhere that could possibly be scorched by the sun, or else his life will become quite unpleasant (and itchy).
The boys exited the locker room and Gilbert was left behind in the silence. Out side Matthew was having some troubles of his own. He was good out on the ice, but out on the field was another matter. Matthew hadn't played soccer much before, hardly at all actually, and when he was told to play with no other instruction, he didn't do so well.
Lightly jogging down the field after the small crowd of boys around the ball, Matthew suddenly found the ball being passed to him. He kicked the ball and tried to run with it but his brother on the other team chased after him and tried to take the ball from between Matthew's feet. Matthew stumbled partly on his own feet and partly over Alfred's leg and fell forward, flat on his face. The group of boys kept going, a few even stepped on his without noticing, leaving the blonde beat and bloody in the dirt.
Gilbert was just getting out of the locker room when he saw Matthew's figure lying on the ground being trampled. His jaw dropped and he ran over to him just as his uncle started lifting him up off the grass.
"Mattie, Mattie! Are you ok?" Gilbert asked, and when he saw blood on Matthew's face he said, "Mein Gott— we need to go to the nurse!"
Mr. Garhart nodded and said, "Gilbert bring him to the nurse and stay with him until he's bandaged. There's not need for you to come back— we don't need hurt players here. Just go back to the dorms early." then he stood up and walked back over to where the game was continuing to be played.
"Don't worry, Mattie, the awesome me is here to help you!" Gilbert said as he picked up Matthew bridal style and started walking.
Matthew blushed and tried to speak but failed. Instead he just cowered in Gilbert's arms trying to hide his face. They walked only a short distance to the nurse's office where Gilbert kicked open the door.
"Oh!" the nurse said with a jump at the boys abrupt entrance, "What's the problem, where is he hurt?" she asked as Gilbert laid the injured boy down on the table.
"His face has blood on it!" the albino proclaimed and pointed at the blood.
Matthew blushed some more, but still managed to say, "Uh, I think my leg is also cut…" and he was right. His left calf was torn open worse than his face.
"Oh, dear." tisked the nurse, "On the first day there're already getting injuries". She started cleaning the wound and Gilbert had to look away. He usually wouldn't have been able to tolerate the sight of that much blood (unless it was in a video game) but he felt he had to stay strong for Mattie. However Mattie was used to much worse from hockey and one time his brother wanted to play baseball with him— that time still gave him nightmares.
Gilbert waited until the nurse had finished cleaning Matthew up entirety to talk. Gilbert felt bad for some reason, as if he was at fault for not being there to protect Mattie. Even when the nurse was done he waited a bit more until they had walked out of the office to apologize.
"I'm sorry Mattie."
"Eh? Sorry, for what?" Matthew asked in confusion.
"If I had gotten out of the locker room a bit earlier then… then maybe I could have been there to protect you. It was so un-awesome of me to let this happen to you." and he kept going before Matthew could reply, "And I didn't even try to help you in cooking this morning so I got my awesome self in trouble so you had to do all the work alone."
"Gil, it's not your fault at all. I like cooking and I've survived injuries like this before, I'm fine, really. I'm sorry for having to make you carry me all the way to the nurse's office."
"Mattie, you don't have to be sorry for that, I wanted to do that for you." Gilbert said and held the dorm door open for him.
"Because I'm awesome and helpful, that's why." Gilbert explained further as Matthew's face turned pink again.
"What room are you changing to today?" Matthew asked, trying to change the subject.
"I don't know. I haven't checked the list yet." he said.
"Well I'm in room 8." Matthew stated
"Do you know were the list is? I ned to know which room is mine."
The searched the dorm common room until they found the rooming list. Gilbert looked down the list on the clip board until he found his his name.
"Hey I found it I'm in room 8." he said, and a split second later he realized, "Hey wait, were in the same room!"