POV: Lovino Vargas

I can't believe the sport teacher said he was disappointed. What can he be disappointed of? I have not drown. Should be enough. Mentally complaining at the shout on I just received, I tripped fell face first in the stairs. Great. Sometimes the world just knows what you need. I got up like nothing special happened and made my way between the giggling students. Idiots.

I wish I could make it back to the apartment; now that I saw the shitty path this day was taking. Plus, I realised it was only the beginning. Great. As I walked up still dripping of that chlorine smelly water, I had no more expectations for this day. The most difficult aspect of it, was what to do of the time left locked up between this walls.

I guess it can always be worst. In fact I did not have to guess, I knew how worst it could be. How can I even complain? No one is actively trying to kill us, I'm not bleeding to death, Feliciano is having a quite okay day. I'm just tired. I need sleep.

I looked back at my hands. The "tomato is blood" episode had completely drained me of all energy. I'm trying so hard and all the world does it's adding to it. I breathed in. What if it started again? I pushed the ghosts away. I just need sleep. It was their fault anyway. The football team. Why was the spanish guy always in my way? I'll play football, I said I would so what is their problem? They possibly have no idea of what they did but what the fuck were they doing with tomato cans anyway?

The small voice came back with the same song: How can you even complain? I cough getting this feeling of my throat. At least trying. I shut my eyes, headache hammering my vision.

I walked up and I did not expect the football idiot trio to be in front of my fucking locker again. I wanted to cry, go back to the bloody bathroom. I took a large breath. Fuck them. Why do they do that? It was too late anyway they saw me. The spanish student smiled, it was so large. You could see it reach all of his soul. He was happy, and it kills me. Feliciano used to smile like that. When I realised I was staring my eyes ran to the floor my face burning. Great. If I was not killing anyone today, I swear I'll stop by the Church on my way to the house.

5minutes earlier

POV: Antonio Carriedo

"Hey coach!" I shouted passing in front of his office. He looked up from his desk and I knew I fucked up. A bottle laying half empty on the desk while he was taping on his phone, he seemed on the edge of explode in the room. "Sorry! Bye!" I replied moving away as fast as possible.

"What's wrong with the coach?" I whispered the moment I got to the rest of the trio.

"Heracles?" Francis wondered. Yeah… It was Heracles for Francis after an apparently short but passionate love affair between the two of them, then Francis left and had gone running after some exchange student from Finland or Sweden. Only to discovered he was married to another in Sweden. And there was this dog, I think it was theirs? To be honest I could not remember well.

"Something is wrong?" asked Gilbert. "More like is anything ever right with him?"

"He had been drinking more?" I wondered.

And Francis just stood there, smiling rolling his cigarette. "Well," he said. "Do you remember Sadig?"

Who does not? I sighted getting ready for the gossip. Everybody remembers Sadig. He basically fucked or fucked up everyone here. The director had to finally throw him out after the police arrested him for holding one of the largest drug traffic of the city. Though he was an amazing Math teacher, no one could deny that. Terrifying but amazing. Francis always said he is too intelligent for his own good.

"He has been seeing Heracles," continued Francis, stopping to lick the skin of the cigarette. "All summer."

We all silently thought it through. That was bad, they are trying to get the best out of the year and all the coach do is fucking around.

"Confiscated." Singsonged Arthur grabbing the cigarette away from Francis holding it out to Elizabeth who just materialised next to them. She grabbed it holding Gilbert stare and crushed the tobacco stick with one hand.

"You will suffer," she growled. Before walking away she emptied the rest in Gilbert's face. Francis was too busy eye-fucking Arthur to even worry. Arthur grinned slowly walking away. Even for me it was too weird to understand the thrill they got from bickering all the time.

Gilbert turned around to shout after the tennis captain. "What? Did I hurt your the little princess, Elisabeth?"

I rolled my eyes, thanking God we did not to had the time to trick Elisabeth's locker this morning. We arrived finally at the classroom.

And Lovino walking in again. The Italian's hair still dripping of water walking toward us. He looked confused. Maybe was he was coming to apologise! Talk it out!

"He is coming here?" I mumbled. Gilbert and Francis shrugged as I was totally not losing my cool. We could not apologise in front of the others. They could make things worst. I did not need anyone more to add to our chances of fucking up. He continued walking looking straight at me in deep thought. I smiled, and like he had not seen me before looked up to my eyes in surprise. He stopped few feet away blushing furiously. His eyes turned to each of my side and it caught my curiosity. Gilbert was smirking and Francis smiling with maniac charm (he thought it was threatening).

"What's your problem bastards?" he asked voice iced cold.

Francis was having his pervert face. This was bad. "Re-Bonjour, we still have some tomato can if you are interest."

"Listen up, Frenchy," he threatened. It was quite cute. "Fuck you. And regarding you two," he said glancing at Gilbert and I. I smiled. "Fuck off."

Ludwig passed by behind us, signalling to get into our classroom and everyone calmed down like children during christmas evening. Gilbert grimaced before entering the classroom. Francis left to, soon letting me alone facing the angry italian. Why was he standing in front of me? Doesn't he have places to go?

"What's your problem?" Lovino sighted looking at my face with some disinterested confusion. Like wondering if there was someone there at all.

He pushed some of his bang away of his eyes trying to lock them behind his ear. It was too long wet. My fingers ached doing it again they fall back into place or at least ruffle them. He was wearing a large black sweater and his hair were still humid. One of the joy of swimming pool in the morning. I had this weird certitude he probably looks like that on sunday evening. After a match, just lazily walking around in large clothe and unkept hair, probably laying in front of television. And I completely lost the path of the conversation.

"Eh," I mumbled, smiling again. He looked away.

"Look, I'm tired," he said with a great amount of boredom. "Just hit me, or throw tomato… I don't care, I just want get to my history classroom."

I looked behind me. There was a classroom. History classroom. I stepped aside and started to apologise in a mixed of words, like "I have history to! Jajaja I was on your way! And I would never hit you! Why would I? AhAH-"

"Whatever idiot," he mumbled stomping into the classroom.

Francis and Gilbert were near the front row both watching us intensely while setting up their books. And I knew something was wrong. I walked up to Francis who looked quite sceptic to confirm my fears. "Did I just mumbled Spanish?" I asked.

He closed his eyes nodded affirmatively sorry.

"It always happens when you're not focus," commented Gilbert not surprised. "Or too focus on something," he winked.

History

"But Madame," said again Gilbert lifting his hand. "What about Prussia?"

The first time the students always find it amusing. The second time acceptable, the third repetitive. Now it was at least the thirteenth time, most of the classroom growled, there was some pen flying in our direction. The others ignored it, they had had history with Gilbert before just as I and Francis did. I looked around searching for the reaction of a certain Italian. Lovino was asleep on the table face hidden on his arm. At least Gilbert was keeping the teacher to busy for her to notice him.

The teacher banged her head again the blackboard. "I don't know Gilbert," she sighted exhausted. "I don't know the position of Prussia about the Sino-Russian war. Can we please go back on the subject."

Gilbert stared at her with great disgust but did not push it. The classroom went back to it. Francis leaned toward me. "What's going with the Italian, are you getting a crush?" he whispered. "We don't do crush."

I looked back, at school it was no secret I was bisexual but the question was still making me wonder how many person actually knew. And how many judged me for it. I struggled looking for an answer. "I think once I'll apologise I'll be fine."

Francis scanned me, eyes running on my face. Ivan rose his hand. Everybody stopped moving.

"Yes?" asked the teacher, innocent, not really looking.

"I'm not liking how to talk about The Empire of Russia,"

"Well," she hesitated feeling the silence fall on the classroom. "Firstly, now it is not an empire-" She froze up in the middle of the talk and no one dare to breath. "Read pages 12 to 15, the class is dismissed." She started packing her stuff and ran off.

Detention

One hour detention was nothing compared to the 4hours one we got last year after setting fire to the laboratories. So everyone was facing it quite easy, few boxes to orders, few cupboards to clean but I had to find Lovino and apologise. Maybe it was only too ease my soul purely self relieving but I could not stand on the side anymore. He disappeared the moment I entered the kitchens. He was quite good at it.

After saying hi to Lucy I went to find him. He was moving cans in the back room like asked. When I walked in he was crunched down, I could barely see him. There was not much light in the room. I bumped into the table making Lovino jumped out his skin.

I laughed out of embarrassment. While he muttered in Italian, probably swearing. He looked so small in the large cupboard.

"Sorry," I said, he barely glanced at me still working on the cans. Not good a start, though I kept a smile on. It was not really his fault after all, my friend had punched him in the face and therefor was stuck here with us.

"How are you?" I asked. Now he openly glared at me, his fingers tangled with the hem of his sweater. His amber eyes directly on me. I did not stepped back. There was something resigned about him. Like if he knew he was cornered and could not win. He rolled his eyes after getting back to work.

"I… I'm so sorry for the first day-"

"It's okay," said the Italian full of anger not even waiting for me to finish. He was lying, it was not okay and Antonio knew it.

I had to try something else. "How is it going?"

Lovino was making a point of it by letting his box fall. It was quite theatrical. I followed his eyes to the box on the floor. "You don't get hints, do you?" he mumbled passing one of his sleeve against his forehead like if a beginning of headache was threatening him. He looked so fragile. "How is it going, right? Does it look like it is going fine? Do I look like I am? Like I want to be here? Listening to your lies? Hoping to lessen your little conscience? You want my absolution, my blessing? You have it. Now get up and walk, and leave me alone."

I frowned at his aggressive behaviour, focused on what Francis said. He was wrong. He does not hate everything, he is scared. We are so different and I was doing so wrong with him. I starched my head I needed to stay on point. "Listen, we really got off on the wrong foot; I never meant to scare you." I said looking straight at him as sincerely as possible. As blush started to appear on his unwounded cheek, he stopped moving or trying to escape my eyes.

"Scare me?" He repeated with a laugh but not loud enough to be taunting. He was glaring so maybe he was trying to taunt me."Your friends hit me, I throw tomato at you. We are done from the beginning. I'll play for you and stop insulting you if you and your friends stay away."

"I don't want to force you," I murmured looking aside. "You don't have to play. I'm sorry you believed I wanted to get you in the team like that," I continued. "It was awful. You were the new student, I was curious and I just wanted to be your friend. Sorry you took it wrong." He narrowed eyes in suspicious. He was not glaring so I took it as a good sign. "I'm really bad at first impression. Can we start again?"

He shrugged, "I really can't bloody careless." He was so scared. "Just," he said grabbing another box. "Leave me alone."