Quick Question: Would you like me to rewrite the first chapters in third person, or keep them as how they are? That will be a second project though.
There will be a lot of swearing in this chapter, sorry if you don't like it.
Pairings involved in the Chapter: GerIta/LuwdigxFeliciano.
Paranoid about anyone seeing his scars on his shoulders, Arthur did the best he could not to expose his skin. His scars were already making him wince, as the sweating from the gym session were stinging them underneath.
Meanwhile, he watched Antonio Carriedo glancing from side to side, before doing the quickest change from his gym shirt to his polo shirt that the world has ever seen. Antonio had obviously seen Arthur looking at him, as he got up, walked over to him, and looked at him in the eye, their different shades of green eyes aligned.
"Use this." He simply said, passing Arthur a towel. Before he could reply, the brown haired boy simply said "I have the same problem all over my back, I know what happened to you." Before he walked off and started squealing like a girl at something.
Arthur was fascinated. First, Francis, the flirt, who was calm and close to the spirits out of school, and now Antonio, the craziest student in the year, who had the exact same problem as he did. The next question was, what about Gilbert?
As everyone else did, when the lunch bell rang out four times, symbolising it was an outdoor lunch session; Arthur got up and walked out of the changing rooms. But instead of going to whatever location he had planned (which was nowhere in particular), a light brown haired boy pinned him to the wall, his bright blue eyes almost staring into Arthur's soul. "Dyllan?"
Dyllan Kirkland didn't move an inch from where he had pinned his younger half-brother. The sixteen year old Welshman was the most recent of the Kirkland's (aside from the unknowing Arthur), to hear the news, and the only one who had the guts to tell the youngest of them. He was the closest out of him and his other brother to the blond, as the others, especially Blain, wanted nothing to do with him [1]. "Arthur, I need to talk to you. I know we're not close, but this is important."
Arthur raised a thick eyebrow at his Welsh brother, before loosening. He realised Dyllan didn't know how firm his grip was around his shoulders. "What?"
Dyllan sighed. Did Arthur have any sense? His voice was rushed, while his brother's was just calm and neutral? Couldn't he tell how worried he was? "You won't believe me if I told you, especially with that tone."
"Then why collar m-" Arthur was abruptly stopped as a letter was shoved into his hands, while Dyllan quickly walked off.
~x~
"Kesese, Francis, guess what?"
"What?" Francis groaned. He wasn't in the best of moods, especially since Gilbert made him fall off a treadmill in the gym. His leg still hurt from where he had landed on it at an awkward angle.
"West's gay and he had a boyfriend!" Gilbert started. Personally, Francis wasn't surprised. Knowing enough gay people, he knew the 'symptom's' of a gay person, and Ludwig had hit a lot of them recently. "The best part is who it is!"
"Who is it then?" Francis still asked, irritated.
"Cheer up, Francey-pants! It's your cousin, Feli Vargas!"
"How do Ludwig and Feli even like eachother?! The two have nothing in common, not even one initial!"
"Kesese, that's the funniest part." Gilbert said, looking over to the two ten year olds. As Feliciano would do, he was on Ludwig's back, his eyes shut, doing his strange little laugh.
Lovino had decided this was the right time to walk in. "What the fuck?!"
Ludwig and Feliciano were too far from earshot to hear this, though Gilbert and Francis were snickering behind their hands. "What the fuck are you laughing at, bastards?" Lovino had gotten himself into a rage, and, if he had a swear box at this point, whoever got the money would be a millionaire, whether it was fifty pound notes or one pence coins.
"Your face, kesese. It's so funny!"
"And what's wrong with it?!"
"I didn't pull that bad a face when I saw it, and I'm in the same position as you."
Raging Lovino then decided to shove Gilbert into a chair.
"Shizer, that really hurt."
"Never mess with a raging Lovino Vargas. I got bit once." Francis said. "Anyway, I need to do some homework, so I'm going to the library."
"Ja, fine, though next time you'll see me, it's probably in a first aid room. I'm going to carry on pissing off Lovino."
"'Probably'?, Certainly is the better word to describe it."
"Kesese, you'll find out soon enough." Gilbert said, walking over to the foul mouthed Italian.
~x~
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
Arthur's eyes were widened and red with crying reading the letter. He couldn't believe it, but it was there, in black and white…
He had sat himself in the library. None of the people who were loud and probably would laugh at him there, and most of them were just sat reading a book or at a computer for homework anyway. He had positioned himself as far away as he could from anyone else, so they couldn't see him.
Alice Kirkland and Jeanne Bonnefoy have escaped from Prison together.
"Arthur?"
Crap, just the person I need to see.
Francis was looking Arthur straight in the eye. However much he didn't like him, he knew something was up. "What's the matter?"
All Arthur did was shove the letter in front of the Frenchman. Francis picked it up and slowly read it, once, twice, three times.
"Where did you get this?"
"Dyllan."
Francis read the letter once over again, not sure how to take it. "It's OK. We're going to be fine."
"You're just saying that to make me feel better, aren't you?"
"Don't pretend you're shit scared, otherwise the bad luck will come to you. I've done it before, it works."
Arthur sighed. "Fine, but if anything happens, the blame is on you." He said, trying to smile. "I'm going to History; it starts in a few minutes."
"I've got History as well. We have History, Geography, Religious Education, English, Maths, Science, Citizenship, and near enough every class apart from P.E. together."
Can't I get away from him at all?
~x~
During History, which Arthur was positioned on his own in the corner, he half-focused on the lesson, the other half thinking all sorts of unnecessary things that someone his age shouldn't be thinking of. "Arthur, what is the answer to this question?"
"Ummm, sorry Miss, I…don't know."
The teacher, who was a woman of around forty years of age, gave Arthur a sympathetic look. She had heard what had happened, and knew he had a lot on his plate, so gave him a curt nod, before turning to the Bad Touch Trio, who were causing a riot on the other side of the class, Gilbert using his icepack (from annoying Lovino) as a weapon.
It was the last lesson of the week, so most people were either asleep on their desks, having excitable moments on no energy, or were watching the seconds tick by on the clock.
Half an hour left. Miss' status: Slightly Irritated.
Twenty-Five minutes. Miss' status: Getting Annoyed.
Twenty minutes. Miss' status: Bubbling with Anger.
Fifteen minutes. Miss' status: Getting ready to blow.
Ten minutes. Miss now had had enough.
Five Minutes. The status known as "Oh, fuck, we're all dead.".
"ALRIGHT! STAND BEHIND YOUR SEATS AND DON'T MOVE!"
But nobody listened, and most of the class were on the other side of the room from where they had been instructed. One student even pulled his shirt off and threw it right behind the teacher, who luckily didn't notice.
"Arthur, do you want to come around to my place tomorrow?~"
Arthur looked up to see Francis standing opposite him, his blue eyes looking into his own forest green one's. "Who's going to be there?"
"Well, moi, Gil, Toni, Ludwig, Matthieu, the Vargas brothers, and you, if you come along."
"Well, I guess so; I have nothing better to do."
"Don't act like that, it'll be fun!"
"You've never seen me have fun."
"Well, I somehow heard of a time you got given coff-"
"Shut up, git!"
Francis laughed his trademark French laugh, which annoyed Arthur. It was so annoying! "So, it's a yes, oui?"
"I guess so." Arthur groaned. "Though if something happens, your legs will literally be what they are now."
"And that is?"
"Frogs legs."
Francis laughed again, though this time, he was drowned out by the shouting people around the class, as it had been dismissed. "I've got to go and do something now. Au revoir!"
"Bye, frog."
