"What are you doing here? Stomach troubles?" I asked, kneeling by my big brother.
"What?! No! Wouldn't you think I'd be in a fucking stall if I had stomach problems, dumb-ass?!" he yelled in defense.
"Ah, okay~!" I sang.
He sat back down with a defeated look on his face. It made me feel sad..! I put a hand on his forehead to see if he maybe felt sick.
"How are you, ve?"
"...same?"
"But what's with you sitting in the bathroom with a full backpack? And where's your book, y'know, the pretty love story one?"
He face palmed. This is probably why he doesn't tell me many things, ve. My bad!
"Uh...well...there were these guys and..."
"Ve, fratello, do not tell me you were bullied!"
"Ah...well...ugh just let me finish, bastard! I was walking through the hallways and then I let go of your hand. I was walking while reading and ran into this boy with weird white hair and red eyes. He yelled at me, I yelled back, then he brought my book into it. He kinda started making fun of me for reading it and snatched it up. When I fought for it, he grabbed me and threw me into the bathroom. But I fought hard so I feel alright!"
My eyes widened. That was horrible! Poor brother!
"Lovino! It's not alright, you're hiding in the bathroom!"
He let out an exasperated sigh.
"C'mon, fratello, I'm taking you with me!"
"What?! Why?" I jerked him out of his corner.
"We have the same second period, I'm taking you to class, and I'm going to tell the teacher lady."
I dragged my brother to the class room, to be stared at by the entire group of students. Why would they be looking at me like that? Our teacher gave us me a look of disapproval.
"You took ten minutes."
"Sorry, miss teacher lady! I found do my brother!"
"Lovino, please explain why you are late to my class."
He turned red and looked down. "I uh..."
"My fratello was bullied!" I cried, clutching his arm. My brother looked at me with a strange expression on his face, as if he didn't know how to react to this whole thing.
"Take it up with the counselor."
"B...But..."
Knowing not to talk back to a teacher, I looked down at my shoes and ushered Lovino towards a seat next to me.
"Listen, fratello, I know your just trying to help me out, but you look like an idiot and kids will torment idiots like you," Lovino whispered to me.
"I'm sorry, I was just trying to help...ve..."
"I know."
We went quiet again as we took out their Spanish textbooks. Boring! Boring! Boring! I was fidgeting in my seat. Wow it'd felt like five hours past...what was I doing before? Oh frig...
"BRIIING"
I yelped as the bell suddenly rang while I was in the in my moment of spacey-ness.
"Oh..the bell...Lovinoooo~!"
"What do you want dumb-ass?"
"When's luuuunch?" I sang.
"After fifth period, you're fucking impatient!"
"Aaaaw!"
Wow, I think I almost forgot about being sad! Um. I can't seem to get a frown back on my face so that's a good sign, right? Dragging my brother along, I began to hum a happy tune.
"EY, what gives?!" Lovino jerked his hand away, only to have me snatch it back up.
"I will protect you as we go to our lockers, ve!"
"I don't need protection! Especially not from my weak little brother!"
The frown came back. Awwww.
"O...Okay..." I mumbled, letting go of my brothers hand. He was right, I am just the weaker, more annoying brother who needs his fratello to get him out of trouble.
"W-Wait, I'm sorry, I d-didn't mean it!" he assured, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Really?"
He nodded sincerely. With a big, goofy grin on my face, I pulled him along again. In the hall, I ran into Elizabeta.
"Oooh, Elizabeta, ciao!" I greeted happily, clinging to my brother.
"Feli—oh my god you have a twin!" she squealed. This was very out of her nature, from what Feliciano had learnt from her.
"Si! This is Lovino! Lovino, this is Elizabeta" with Feli saying that, Elizabeta reached out her hand to Lovino. Wow, now Lovino can have a handshake, too!
My fratello looked at it and reached out his hand reluctantly. He grabbed and shook quickly, very awkwardly, too.
"You guys can be friends!" Feli chirped, shaking Lovino's arm up and down in an obnoxious manner.
"Kesese! So you made new friends?" I voice came from behind Lizzy (I thought that was an adorable nickname, ve!).
A white haired kid came from behind her and put a hand on her shoulder, to her annoyance. He had an arrogant smile and crimson red eyes. The kid wore a gray-ish white hoodie with a black eagle symbol on it. He seemed to be about a grade above us, seventh grade.
"Oh god, Gilbert, get the fuck outa here," she demanded, giving him a deadly looking glare.
"But I wanna meet your—" he started off with what seemed like a "I'm-better-than-you voice" until he was interrupted by Lovino.
"Hey! You're that guy who took my book!"
"Ah, you're the little shit who's into romance novels."
"Fuuuuck you!"
"Aw shut it faggot. Only sissy boys like you read stuff like that."
Elizabeta punched him powerfully in the shoulder, making him look her in the eye furiously.
"Who said there was anything wrong with being a sissy?" she defended her new-found friend.
"God dammit, Liz, what the hell?" Gilbert rubbed his shoulder. That must've really hurt badly!
"S-Stop!" I cried. My eyes were becoming wet with tears. I hated it when people fighted! Fighting is so heinous! Ooh...everyone needs to stop making war like this!
"Fuck, he's crying," Gilbert grumbled.
"Shut up...fratello, please stop crying!" he rubbed my shoulder soothingly.
"Take notes, Gilbert, this is how you treat a human being," Elizabeta teased.
He didn't respond but just glared at her.
"Fratello, s-stop fighting with p-people, I don't like i-it!" I stuttered, rubbing the tears from my eyes with my fist.
"Uhm, I won't anymore, sorry!" I could tell he was feeling a little "cut down in his pride", trying to comfort his brother in front of the whole school while he was trying to defend himself against a seventh grader. It made me feel bad which only made me cry more. So obnoxious, I am such an obnoxious person! An annoying little Italian! That's probably what they think, too!
"Feli, it's okay, no one is fighting anymore!" Elizabeta rushed to help Lovino. It's just a theory, but he was probably mouthing "help me" to her. Whimpering, I tried to suck in my emotions.
"I'm sorry..."
"For what?" Elizabeta and Lovino both said it at the same time. It made me giggle a bit. But I stopped so I could reply.
"For being an annoying little...prick..."
"It—" the bell rang, interrupting Lovino.
"FUCK."
Not my best work fufu. Sorry the school day process is taking forever. You'll see Antonio again, soon-ish