"I'll pound your little boyfriend in the face the next time I see him." He whispered into my ear as we passed.

I tried to look as if I wasn't threatened by the comment as I left, but I'm not entirely sure that it worked. We left quietly, and were soon joined by Gilbert. I'd just notice now that his hair was covered in feathers and he smelled strangely sweet. Instead of going to the cafeteria, where people would without doubt be talking about what happened, we went to find an empty hallway or something to hang around in. The news about the fight would probably take until the end of lunch until everyone knew about it, so we'd probably get some peace right now.

"Okay, just what the hell happened?" Gilbert asked. Now that we were in a space without teachers, we gave him a full recount of everything that happened, heavily mentioning how much of an ass Steven was. Gilbert listened intently.

"Are you going to do anything about the feathers?" I asked, indicating to the sticky, feathery mess that Gilbert was covered in.

"No. I thought it would make a cool new look." He said sarcastically before adding, "I'll go home instead of going to English and take a shower. I feel so sticky. It's disgusting."

"I just can't believe you aren't suspended again." Francis said. Gilbert had been suspended quite a few times for his pranks. To tell you the truth, I'm pretty damn surprised that he hadn't been expelled yet.

"Not this time. I just got a few months of detention after school with Mr. Beilschmidt. Can't wait." He smiled. That smile could have meant victory, or that Gilbert was planning his revenge. Either way, it probably wasn't too good of a sign.

"Yeah, just don't get arrested, okay?" We joked. Although it was mainly for trespassing and being caught doing something stupid by various security guards, Gilbert had already been in a pinch of trouble with the law a few times.

"Yeah, yeah." He said. The bell for the end of lunch went off and apart from Gilbert we all headed to our respective classes. The rest of the day passed fairly quietly, apart from being questioned several times about the fight by quite a lot of people. Gossip spread pretty quickly around the school, and by the end of the day, we were all absolutely exhausted from being questioned so much.

"So, everyone's coming over to my place?" Gilbert asked. Oh yeah, it was the movie night we'd planned a few days ago. It seemed like so much time had passed since we were all sitting at the lunch table together joking about it, but in actual fact it had only been days. Things change pretty damn fast around here.

"And Arthur and Alfred are coming?" Francis asked. None of us had seen Arthur since lunch, and he hadn't been responding to any texts. Maybe he'd been suspended or something.

"Arthur, I think so, Alfred, probably not. Or at least I hope not." Gilbert replied. Nobody wanted to hang around with a couple that had just broken up. It was awkward, uncomfortable and plain weird. But anyways, we all told Gilbert that we'd see him later and I headed home to ditch my schoolbag and maybe grab a snack before I went over to watch a movie.

That reminds me. We never actually settled on picking a movie to watch. We'd been so preoccupied with the whole breakup thing that we'd pretty much completely forgot about it. I was actually somewhat surprised that it was still going on.

Alfred wasn't there when I got home, and neither were my parents. I dropped my schoolbag by the door and made a sandwich. I'd just finished it and was about to leave when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Matthew Williams, you have one minute to explain yourself before you are in serious trouble!" My mum yelled down the phone, which I instinctively moved away from my face.

"It wasn't my fault, Mom!" I replied.

"Getting into fights! That's not like you at all, Matthew. What the hell were you thinking?" She didn't lower the volume of her voice one bit. I launched into an explanation that was filled with interruptions where she asked questions and made comments. Finally, when I'd finished, she'd just sighed down the phone.

"I'll deal with this at home. You aren't going un-punished." She said. Which I thought was pretty unfair, seeing as I wasn't even fighting, but then again, who was I to complain? When my mother was ranting like this, the best thing to do was be quiet and cower in fear. Hanging up, I looked at the front door. Mom would probably be more pissed if she'd have to wait for me to get home, but then again, it sounded like I was already in quite a bit of trouble, and being grounded for an extra week wasn't really going to make much of a difference to me right now. I left and walked the fairly short distance to Gilbert's house. I met Arthur just before I reached the front door.

"Arthur! How'd it go?" I asked. He was dressed in dark jeans, a studded belt and a black t-shirt bearing the name of a band I didn't know.

"Suspended for two weeks." He said, ringing the doorbell.

"I bet your parents must be pissed."

"Yeah, right." He laughed bitterly. His parents, as sweet as they were, didn't really spend too much time taking care of Arthur. From what I'd gathered from things he'd told me, his parents could care at times, but overall, Arthur had a very loose leash on him. I was about to say something when the door opened and Gilbert appeared.

"Come on guys, we still need to pick the movie." He said and led us into his television room. Gilbert's house was large, and due to the fact that his parents had a lot of disposable income, was filled with all sorts of expensive and cool things. The television room was like something that came out of those shows where they walk around the houses of celebrities nobody's ever heard of. The home contained two rows of extremely comfortable seats, all with cup holders, and had lights that had been specially dimmed, so that when you were in it, you felt like you were in a movie theatre. But the biggest thing that made you feel like the room was like a Cineplex was the monstrously large television. Mounted on one wall, it was gigantic. I remembered Gilbert showing it off the first time I'd seen it.

"At least ninety inches!" He'd said, even though we both knew that the room was barely used and the television only really came into use when it was the super bowl.

"So what are we watching?" I asked, Francis and Ivan were already there, so this was the perfect time to start what would probably be a long debate.

"Well-" Arthur started before being interrupted by the doorbell. Gilbert left to go and see who it was, returning moments later with an odd look on his face.

"What're we watching?" The final member of our little get-together, Alfred asked.

Hi! LLF here!

Sorry that this has been so short and that you guys have had to wait so long, but I've been really busy and crap…

Anyways, I'm going to back to England next month, so I probably won't be able to post for a while. I'll try to post once more before I go, but I'm not making any promises…

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