Hao's P.O.V.
It was lunch time, and everyone was sitting at the table. And when I say 'everyone', I mean my brother and his weird –but cool—friends. Lyserg was nowhere in sight. Usually we meet up at his locker before heading to the lunchroom, but he told me one of his lame clubs was summoning everyone for a five minute meeting and not to wait for him. Who has meetings during lunch, seriously?
I was in the middle of taking a bite out of my meatball sub when I saw Lyserg walk through one of the open doors to the lunchroom, heading directly towards us. I smiled—well I tried my best with my mouth full of bread and sauce and all, and waved at him. As he got closer, my smile slowly faded because of the look on his face. His face was flushed, brows furrowed, lips pouting in the most angry I think I might have seen him. Quite cute, actually. He did not wave back.
Everyone smiled and greeted Lyserg as he got close and stopped at the end of the table, where my brother and I sat across from each other. He cut Yoh off with a raise of his hand, looking only at me.
"You told her?"
Everyone was silent and confused. I was silent and confused.
"Uhh, what?"
"You told her—" Lyserg stopped, as if he suddenly realized everyone was staring at him, and slowly let himself stop clenching his fists. He tapped my shoulder hard, tugging my shirt.
"You. Come with me. Now."
I heard Horo and Chocolove snickering, murmuring something stupid like 'whipped' and 'das yo boyfriend' before I stood up, following Lyserg. He led me outside of the lunchroom and down the hall a little bit in front of some lockers and stopped, turned around and stepped really, really close to me.
"So is this some kinky punishment for some—"
"Shush."
I stopped, crossed my arms and waited.
"You told Jeanne about us having sex in the school. What the fuck. You're lucky she's nice enough and didn't go around telling everyone!" He whispered harshly, looking around to make sure no one was nearby.
"Well, what had happened was—"
"Hao, what the hell? I respect her so much and just, Jesus, she knows? You went and told her? Why?"
"LOOK, Lyserg," I snapped, holding up my hands up in defense. "Maybe she didn't tell you the whole story. This isn't entirely my fault. She found us and approached me about it, okay? It's not like I flat out went to her and told her for shits and giggles."
He seemed to think on this for a moment, swinging his backpack to the other shoulder.
"I guess, but you didn't have to tell her about all the god damn places we did it."
At that I had to laugh, because damn if the look on her face when I told her wasn't hysterical.
Shrugging, I walked passed him and back towards the lunchroom. "Well you can't help it, Lyserg, you're just a sexual little deviant."
"Hao, I'm serious! She knows, she knows! God, I can't believe she knows." I heard him sigh drastically right behind me, following me back to the lunchroom. We got back to the table and everyone grew silent as we sat. I looked up and glared at everyone, picking up my meatball sandwich gone cold.
"Problem?" I asked, chomping down as they all shook their head and went back to their food.
Lyserg basically forgave me later on that day, because whenever we saw each other in the hallways or whatever, he'd give me the cutest smiles or waves. He had a lot of stupid friends that I hated, most of them from his annoying book clubs and other afterschool things he did (when he wasn't spending his time with me). So I left him alone when I saw him with a lot of them. I'm pretty sure they all hated me anyways, probably for 'defiling their little lyserg' or 'he's just a delinquent, he won't get anywhere in his life', etc etc. Fuck them.
Despite him being a little brat that follows all the rules, he seems to have a lot of friends. Whereas I only have a couple of good ones. People have tried becoming my friend, but I have a tough trial and if you don't pass, you are dropped like a positive pregnancy test. I don't see the point in having useless friends. Friends just to stand with and not look lonely. After high school, do any of them really give a shit about you? No. Do any one of those assholes that treated you like shit's opinions really matter? No. I only like to surround myself with genius.
Except when some of Yoh's friends are around me.
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Uhhh hiiii. Lol. You can all throw acid on my head, I totally understand. I'm a terrible terrible author for doing this. Though if any of you are actually here… praise you. Praise your kind soul. Reviewifyoustillgiveashit! :D
