Gilbert sauntered down the halls of the school. It had been three years since he had set foot in the building and he was more than a little happy to be back within the familiar walls. He winked at the occasional teacher he recognised, even sending a few charming smiles at some unsuspecting Omegas. Yeah, he thought as the giggles trailed off behind him as he continued walking. It was good to be back. Despite how long he was away it felt like he had only taken a few weeks off. True there were a lot more students he didn't recognise, but the place still felt the same and as far as he was concerned that was all that mattered. As much as he wanted to swing around the senior years halls, he resisted. He had a mission, well more like an obligation. He had to report to the principal and as much as he didn't want to see his grandfather so early in the morning, he couldn't get out of it. So with a slight skip in his step he made his way through the halls until he was stopped by a loud blond boy with glasses.
"Yo dude! I thought you were gonna be late," the blond said with a cheeky smirk. An American accent playing heavily on every word.
"Alfred, the awesome me is never late," Gilbert replied cheerily and started leading them both down another hall.
"Dude, how many times did I tell you to call me Al?" Alfred shot back with a boisterous laugh. "Come on you need to show me around this place, seriously how the hell don't you get lost?"
"Sure Al," Gilbert chuckled. He was in too good of a mood to get annoyed at the energetic American.
After leading the rest of the way Gilbert sucked in a breath at reaching the too familiar door of the principal's office. Just as was about to knock on the door it swung open and he was faces with his grandfather. It was the first time he faced the man since he left for military school and that moment scared him. So he stared at the Alpha who now was not that much taller than him. This was something he was glad of; over the last three years he shot up in height and was now taller than most people, including his father.
"Gilbert, nice to finally see you again," Gilhart greeted him.
Gilbert was more than a little surprised to see a small smile on the man's face. What happened next was unexpected, he was pulled into a tight hug. Instinctively he froze up and he could feel Alfred stare at them in shock. After a few seconds he was released and both he and Alfred were led into the office. They were given their schedules and run through some basic school rules which Gilbert was too awesome to listen to. So when Gilhart finally stood up to take them to show them to their lockers and their first class Gilbert snapped out of his daydream with a start and stumbled after them. They walked in silence and Gilbert could feel Alfred's eyes boring into him. He had a lot of explaining to do when they got time considering he may have neglected to mention who he was related to within the school. After sorting out the lockers they proceeded onto their class. Nearing the classroom Gilbert had to fight the urge to run on ahead. During the time he was in military school he was restricted from talking to his friends. After what felt like nearly an age they finally reached the room and Gilhart had to grab Gilbert by the collar to stop him bursting through the door.
"Wait here while I get your teacher," he informed the teenage Alphas and pried the door open after a quick knock.
They could hear talking from inside the room and within a minute Gilhart returned, the vice principal close behind him. Seeing the albino Alpha, he broke into a smile and rushed forward to envelop the teenager in a huge hug. Picking him up without breaking a sweat he spun them around, laughing happily while Gilhart stood back looking at them with disapproval. But he wouldn't tell Romulus to calm down just yet. He was Gilbert's godfather and despite how much Gilhart wanted Romulus to remain professional he allowed him this one time. But that did mean his friend would owe him. He let them hug out their reunion before he cleared his throat to get their attention.
"As much as I hate to break up this reunion you have to get back to class," he said and looked on as the two broke apart and turned their attention back to him, grins plastered onto their faces. "You also have another student to introduce to the class. This is Alfred Jones," he motioned towards Alfred who stood back, awkwardly watching the whole ordeal. "Alfred, this is your class teacher, Vice Principal Vargas."
Romulus turned to greet the American with a huge smile and a friendly handshake that shook the entire teenager's body.
"Nice to meet you Alfred," Romulus said with a bright smile.
"Yeah, same," was all Alfred could muster. He had never been one to read situations or people very well but this time he knew that his presence interrupted something important.
"Oh, an American!" Romulus exclaimed in surprise, "it's about time we got one," at this Gilhart slapped a hand onto the Vice Principal's shoulder.
"Shouldn't you be getting back to your class and introducing these two?" he asked, his voice cold but stern.
"Sí, sí... well come along students!" Romulus agreed loudly and laughed off the question then lead the way into the class.
Then it was like a dream. They lined up in front of the class, most of the students hadn't noticed them come in and were still wrapped up in their conversations. The ones that did however took interest in them and watched them carefully. The few that recognised Gilbert gasped. Then it happened, Mr. Vargas called for everyone's attention and everyone's eyes were glued to them.
"I would like to introduce everyone to a new student and one you might already know," he started and beamed down at the class. "First off, I'd like to introduce Alfred Jones. Want to tell everyone about yourself?"
Alfred sent a million megawatt smile at him and started introducing himself in a booming outdoor voice.
"Yo, I'm Alfred, but you guys can call me Al cause Alfred sounds old. I'm from the good old US of A and everyone knows how awesome that place is!" he stopped to laugh a bit, "My family runs a fast food restaurant chain and my dad is the US ambassador in the UK. I like comic books, sports, well real American sports and Xbox." He paused for a moment to consider what else to say but then shrugged, "I guess that's it."
"Okay Alfred... Gilbert?" Mr. Vargas leaned forward to look at Gilbert who had made eye contact with his old friends who stared at him dumbfounded at his sudden appearance.
"Sure, well I'm the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt and ja my family does run the school. But then I guess some of you guys aren't all losers and knew this already," he sent his friends a cheeky smirk and continued in his rant/introduction. "So most of you guys are already awesome enough to know me cause I used to run the school before I left three years ago."
"Lies! It's all lies! He used to be a coward and ran away from all the Omegas," came a sudden joint protest from Francis and Antonio. Antonio stood up and crossed his arms at his friend.
"Sí, this guy is a pussy, he couldn't even tie his shoelaces without us," Antonio teased.
" I remember how he used to hide behind us if he saw an Omega walking down the corridor," Francis added, standing up to join his friend.
"Oh and remember the time he fell in mud and started crying, mi amigo that was not sexy," Antonio said and smirked at the albino.
"You cried too," Gilbert retorted, a dangerous smile playing on his lips.
"But you don't deny crying like a baby?"
"It wasn't me, that was Francis. Remember he ruined his new shoes?"
At this both Antonio and Gilbert burst into laughter and Francis blushed a bright red.
"They were Armani!" he shouted in protest but it fell on deaf ears as the rest of the class chuckled silently among themselves. Antonio and Gilbert being the exceptions by roaring in laughter.
"But ja, I'm the awesome Gilbert and everything those two losers said were lies," Gilbert finished his introductions and looked at Mr. Vargas, rubbing a tear from his eye.
"I shouldn't have expected anything else to happen when you got in here," Mr. Vargas said still laughing slightly at his introduction. "So take your seat beside Francis, Alfred you can take the other free seat beside Francis too."
Shuffling through the rows they quickly took their seats and the remainder of the class began. However despite how much Mr. Vargas tried to reign all the students in, they were lost in their own conversations. Some in favour of Gilbert's return, openly welcoming him back, others, wishing he had stayed away. After a fruitless ten minutes, he gave up and allowed the class study time, meaning time to talk among themselves.
"Gil, you never said you're family runs this school," Alfred started when they were given the freedom to talk.
"I... I forgot?" Gilbert answered, slightly unsure of what to say.
"Really? So all the time we spent planning to come here you never remembered?" Alfred challenged, the smile on his face told Gilbert he wasn't angry, just curious.
"Ja, it's so unawesome so I didn't want to remember it," Gilbert said after some thought.
Just as Alfred was about to ask another question he was cut off by Francis.
"You two know each other?" came his question and stealing both their attentions.
"Yeah, we were in military school together," Alfred answered easily. He didn't see Gilbert cringe slightly at the mention of military school.
"Really?" Francis asked slowly, "so what was it like?"
"Unawesome," Gilbert responded quickly and launched into introducing Alfred to his friends.
The rest of the class passed in a whirlwind of conversations and "welcome backs" until finally the bell rang signalling their short freedom till the next class. Stopping at their lockers they talked about small things and Gilbert caught up with his friends. Then he heard it.
"Francis!" he turned to see a brunette Omega come running towards them, it was obvious that she hadn't seen Gilbert, yet. "There you are. We need to hurry up or we're going to be late for class." Her eyes were fixed firmly on Francis who turned to smile at her.
"Ah Liz, good morning," he replied happily.
Gilbert's heart stopped. It was Elizabeta and after three years of not being able to talk to her, let alone see her, he froze. For the first time in his life he was speechless. She was more beautiful than he remembered. She traded in baggy tracksuit bottoms or jeans for skirts, her normally pulled back hair was flowing freely down her shoulders. However, what stood out the most to Gilbert was that she lost all traces of the tomboy she used to be. Gone was the roughly stitched together bag replaced by a floral patterned satchel bag, a loose jacket replaced by a girly green top to match her navy skater skirt and more surprising she was wearing makeup and heels. The girl he knew had disappeared, or at least she did as far as appearances were concerned.
"Good morning my ass! Where were you this morning? I had to leave class to come find you," she argued, her voice raising in pitch with every word until she was finally face to face with the Frenchman.
Gilbert forced himself to conceal a smile to see that, despite how she looked she seemed to be the same person he grew up with. Then it happened. She looked at him.
Scheiße, Gilbert thought as a rush of emotions hit him. This was the girl he refused to change, this was the girl he went to military school for. This was the girl that he had come to realise he couldn't live without. The years he spent away from her made it crystal clear to him how he needed her in his life. He felt hollow without her and now, now she was within his reach. This girl terrified him because somehow she made him fall in love with her.
"Gilbert?" Elizabeta said testingly. Her expression was unreadable and she took a small step forward. Gilbert could see small tears forming in her eyes, but while he was distracted by her captivating jade eyes he didn't notice her hand reach into her bag. What he did notice next was a large black object coming straight for his head. Without a second of hesitation he ducked and narrowly avoided getting hit by what turned out to be a frying pan.
"Woah Liz, calm down!" he urged and held his hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry I left but I..." he didn't get to finish the sentence as the frying pan came into contact with the back of his head. She had somehow swung the frying pan behind him and by doing so, silenced him. Before he could recover from the shock of being hit Elizabeta was marching down the hall, a concerned Francis being dragged behind her.
"Dude, what the fuck was that?"Alfred asked in complete shock.
"That mi amigo was Elizabeta, our dear childhood friend," Antonio informed him with a small sigh.
"Scheiße, could she hit any harder?" Gilbert mumbled and forced himself to straighten up from his crouched over position. "Glad to see she hasn't changed much... well personality wise. Why was she looking for Francis anyway?"
"They have cooking class together," Antonio said quickly and scanned the corridor for any signs of someone else they knew.
"Seriously? Alphas cooking?" Gilbert gasped, "what next? Are you're going to tell me that an Omega is student body president?"
Antonio eyed him closely and nodded. "Sí, you'll never guess who either."
Gilbert didn't have time to answer until another voice caught his attention.
"Gilbert is that you?" came a very English voice from behind them. They all spun to see Arthur standing staring at them, his arms filled with papers and files. He had lost the punk look aside from the green hair, which was a striking comparison to his preppy outfit of a red blazer over a white shirt and black slacks. "I thought I was..." his voice trailed off as his eyes landed on Alfred, who until now was just standing back and trying to absorb everything he could. "Alfred..."
It was like lightning had struck the area. Everything froze as the two locked eye contact. That was until Alfred rushed forward and pulled Arthur into his arms, without a moment of doubt he cradled his head then leant down to kiss him.
Time stood still as he felt the Alpha's lips press onto his own. His mind was racing. Part of him wanted to push Alfred away, but the other wanted to cling onto him and never let go. But then his logical side started kicking in. It had been over three years since they saw each other, let alone talk. He didn't even know the guy anymore and to make matters worse they were in the middle of a corridor in a very busy school. That was all the thinking Arthur needed. He quickly pulled away from the American. He stared up angrily at the confused Alpha and swept his hand across Alfred's cheek.
"What in the bloody hell do you think you're playing at?" he half screamed, half scowled. "You leave me alone for over three damned years, then you show up here of all places without a word and just kiss me? Who the hell do you think you are?" he glared angrily at the teenager. His green eyes boring holes into Alfred's azure ones.
"Art, I couldn't help it..." Alfred tried to explain, looking crestfallen and like someone had ruined his favourite desert.
"You couldn't fucking help it?" Arthur asked hysterically, "you know what just, just piss off alright? I have enough bullshit to handle right now." With that he stormed off, scattering unsuspecting students who just happened to get in his way.
"And that, is our new student council president," Antonio chirped when Arthur was out of sight. They both turned to stare at him, both of them cradling their heads in some form or another.