So, I'm keeping my word. It's a short chapter once again, but it'll have to do. I'll admit, I've had this thing done since 3 PM today. Of course thank you to my generous readers, who asked that I continue this, and one who ever so kindly gave me a death threat...
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, thought I wish I at least owned Spain...
So, without further adieu, here is the second chapter of Not Just Any Girl!
She dashed into her classroom, panting like a dog. All eyes were on her, except the captivating pair of red ones she'd so often searched for. That is, until the teacher spoke, "Late again Miss Hederváry?", she asked, marking on her ever present clipboard.
Elizaveta payed no attention, she was too busy gazing at the owner of those breath-taking red eyes. The teacher cleared her throat, and spoke, "If you would please take your seat, and stop staring at Mister Beilschmidt." The faces of the two in question went as red as roses. Elizaveta looked away from the albino boy, hurriedly moving to her desk. She soon found herself daydreaming of being asked to the prom, by none other than Gilbert Beilschmidt, but that would never happen.
He could have any girl, any girl at all. She was roused from her thoughts by two things. First off, the bell, then the fact that the previously mentioned male was standing by her desk, simply staring at her. She blinked nervously, "Um, may I help you?", she asked slowly. He studied her, "How to have my awesomeness ask you out.", he thought aloud. She blushed lightly, a ghost of a smie on her face, "Gil?", she asked, and he blinke, "Did I say that aloud?", he asked, rubbing the back of his head nervously. She nodded, "Mhm.", she fought to keep from squealing. He laughed nervously, before dashing out of the room at a neary inhuman speed, leaving a very confused, and slighty dazed Elizaveta in his wake.
I kept my word, did I not? I continued it!
-Nanna