I finally got a new chapter up!

I'm sorry it took a while, I had a case of minor writer's block, so this chapter might not be that good. I promise I'll get another chapter up as soon as I can, and it will be more eventful than this one!


Chapter VI

A Week Later . . .

I couldn't believe it had been a week already.

I thought I wouldn't even make it through the first day of this school, and as it turned out, the first week had passed by like a breeze. It wasn't one of those weeks that made you feel like you were moving as fast as a snail, so that was good. However, the rest of that first day was pretty slow.

For the entire afternoon, I just stayed unfocused in the classes and fidgeted with my rose hairclip. I still had that feeling of butterflies inside my stomach.

I couldn't understand what was happening to me.

I get that foreign feeling everytime I think about Lovino, and my pulse seems to speed up at the thought of his name. I feel completely blind to this.

That was really nice of him to return my hairclip, even if I didn't know him at the time.

What confused me the most after that was Lovino's gravity defying curl. It scrunched up when he got nervous, and it twitched in his sleep. Why did he let that thing stick out anyway?

You know what? I just want to stop thinking about him.


I sat down at my usual table in the dining room for lunch, an empty table near the doors, and proceeded to pick at my salad.

I felt like I did that first day I attended here.

I tried to keep myself from looking at Lovino across the room. I didn't need to think about him now. Not until the nauseating feeling completely faded. I didn't like to have this feeling burning at my skin.

"Why does ma chérie look so unhappy?"

I looked up from my lunch and sighed. It was Francis and Gilbert again.

Today, Francis's long flowing hair was tied back into a ponytail by a blue ribbon that matched his school jacket, but like my hairstyle, two long strands of hair on both sides of his head framed his face.

Gilbert ditched the school jacket and wore a bright red hoodie, then a red and black plaid scarf around his neck. His bright white hair was it's normal messy hairstyle.

"What do you want?" I asked them with an annoyed tone in my voice. I looked back down at my salad and poked a cucumber.

"I don't know what crawled up your ass this morning, but you don't have to take it out on us. We're all friends, aren't we?" Gilbert said before both of them took a seat at my table.

"I'm just . . . not feeling like myself today." I spoke more calmly.

"Are you sick or something?" Francis looked at me with a less cheerful look in his eyes.

"I doubt it." I mumbled loud enough for them to hear.

"Then what is it?"

"I really don't have a clue." I stopped picking at my salad and leaned back in my chair. I adjusted my rose clip and pulled a strand of hair back from my forehead.

"Hmm, I'm sure it will pass."

"YES! Awesome Me got 1000 points! Ha ha!" Gilbert blurted out. He was staring at something underneath the table. Francis glared at him.

"What are you doing?"

"Playing FPS Online, DUH!" He lifted the console he was holding and showed the screen to the Frenchman. He just rolled his eyes and turned back to me.

"Don't worry, ma chérie, if you ever need a nurse, let me know . . ." He grinned and winked at me. I just stared for a moment before awkwardly turning away from him.

"Whoo! Another 1000 to Awesome Me! I'm fucking awesome!" Gilbert nearly yelled.

I sighed and pushed my salad away from me.

"Idiota . . ." I mumbled.


The day seemed slower than usual.

After lunch, I got to my next period class and took a seat in the back of the room. For the past week, I had been in the front of the room just to catch up on the topic we were learning, and I'm pretty sure I had gotten enough information to understand.

Immediately, I pulled out my notebook and started to draw in it. I sketched an outline of a head and the neck, then got to the details. Eyes, nose, mouth, hair, the usual.

I looked up from my drawing as soon as the bell rang, which gave the signal that classes were starting. A few more students walked in the classroom and quickly took their seats, and following behind them was Lovino.

I knew he was in this class, and I also knew he liked to sit in the back of the room. Why, of all days, did I decide to sit back here? I was trying to avoid him.

He didn't look at me as he sat down in the seat on the left of mine.

AND he was sitting NEXT TO ME!

That feeling inside had gotten stronger. I didn't even have to talk to him and this would always happen.

He did the usual. Opened his textbook, placed it on the desk, leaned back, then closed his eyes.

I sat there and gazed at the sleeping Lovino. I was unaware of what I was doing.

He had crossed his arms and let his head rest on his right shoulder, leaning towards me. I could hear his quiet little breaths, and the curl was twitching once or twice as I watched him. The distance between me and him made the feeling inside flutter even more. I don't get this! I'm not sick or anything! So why is this happening?

I turned away from him and added more details to my sketch.

What's wrong with me? This has never happened to me before.


I sat on my bed, gazing at the ceiling of my dorm room, then I sighed. The school day was FINALLY over, and I was glad. It felt more like days than hours.

Why do I feel like this around Lovino? The reason is completely vague to me, but it must be right in front of my eyes.

I layed back on the bed and continued to stare at the blank ceiling.


I hate writer's block! I get it all the time when I write stories! AGH!

Don't worry, I'll update soon! There's more to come, and it will be better than this!

Please review if you can! I'd love to hear what you guys think of the story so far!