A/N This chapter is up in the same twelve hours as the previous one because of MDWOLFGIRL who reviewed. Sorry it's kinda short I'm really tired!

Gilbert decided he HATED Arthur Kirkland.

Which meant, by definition, when Arthur was selected to be his partner in History, he freaked the flip out.

He started hyperventilating, and hoping that the teacher would see sense. He wondered if Arthur's hand waving about REALLY made a difference- the cold cut evil boringness of Mrs Beasley refused to take any notice of other people.

"Mrs Beasley! I can't be partners with him! He's the Spanish mongrel's friend!"

"Yeah, and he's an idiot who can't even cook! Trust me, I was in foodtech with him," Gilbert agreed. "We can't be partners."

"Look, boys, you're partners. I don't choose, I just plug it into the little program and it prints it out. Arthur, you're the best at history and Gilbert's struggling, so you're partners. No more arguments."

"But that's so unawesome!" Gilbert protested

"Too bloody bad."

Arthur muttered under his breath then turned to Gilbert an angry scowl on his face. "So, you've been to the Bad Touchers' place?"

"Bad touchers?"

"Antonio and Francis. Everyone reckons they're together. Are they?"

"NO. They're just friends," Gilbert retorted, hating the other more than ever. "Are you and Albert?"

Arthur flushed.

"Shut up."

"You ARE."

"Shut up!"

And both boys sat in angry silence for the rest of the day.