This is chapter 2. I'm actually more excited to write this one than the previous one…maybe it's because things get…crazy this chapter…I don't know. I'm glad I have a snow day today…otherwise I'd be DEAD! Haha anyway…ENJOY!

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Vash looks out from his office and into the library, before turning back to whatever it was he was doing. Matthew plays with his pen. "Who do I think I am?" He says quietly to himself. "Who am I? Who the hell am I?" He attaches the pen to his bottom lip and put the top under his upper lip. "I'm a walrus…" Gilbert looks at Matthew in sheer confusion, thinking the twit has gone mad. Matthew notices this and pulls the pen out of his mouth and starts to laugh. A few moments later the two start to pull off their jackets at the same time. They both notice this and Matthew stops pulling off his jacket. Gilbert takes his off all the way. Matthew rubs his hands together pretending to be cold and pulls his jacket back on. He then turns to look at Gilbert who is till staring at him. "It's the shits huh?" Matthew asks. This gets him a glare and the Canadian mutters an uncomfortable laugh. Gilbert finally looks away and then crumples the essay paper into a ball and throws it at Elizabeta. But it misses and goes right over her head. Alfred and her acknowledge it but still continue to ignore him. He starts to loudly 'sing' a part to a song. "Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah…nah, nah, nah…"

"I can't believe this is really happening to ME…" the Hungarian teen mumbles to herself. The self proclaimed Prussian stops 'singing' suddenly. "Oh shit! What the hell are we supposed to do if we hafta piss?" He said to no one in particular.

"Oh please." She mutters disgustedly.

"Well, if you gotta go, ya gotta go…" Gilbert then starts to unzip his pants, causing everyone to look at him. "OH MY GOD!" Elizabeta yells her Hungarian accent coming out finally.

"You're not pissing in here are you dude?" Alfred asks speaking up for the first time.

"Shh! don't talk! That makes it crawl back up!"

"You whip that fucking thing out and you're dead before one drop even hit the floor!" Gilbert mocks a gasp. "You're pretty damn sexy when you get angry…grrr!" Gilbert turns to Matthew. "Hey fucktard…" Matthew points to himself with his pen. "Why don't you go close the door…" Gilbert smiles. "We'll get queenie here impregnated!" Elizabeta turns around faster than humanly possible and glares at him. "HEY!" Alfred yells, but the Prussian ignores him.

"What?"

"If I lose my temper you're dead!"

"Totally?"

"Totally!" The Hungarian turns to look at the Prussian again.

"Why can't you just shut the fuck up! Nobody here gives a damn!"

"Really!" Alfred then adds to Elizabeta. "Butt face!"

"Well, sporto! What'd you do to get in here?" Gilbert paused "Forget to wash your jock strap?" Matthew nervously puts his two-cents in. "Um, come on guys? I think we should just write the essay…" But everyone ignored him.

"Look! Just because you live in detention, it doesn't give you the right to be an ass!" Alfred yelled to Gilbert who has a mock pained on his face. "Last I checked it's a free country!"

"He's just doing it to annoy you Al! Just ignore him."

"Sweets…you couldn't ignore the Awesome me if you tried!" Liza just rolled her eyes.

"So…SO!" Gilbert said to the two teens in front of him. "Are you guys like boyfriend/girlfriend?" paused. "Steady dates?" paused again. "Lo—vers?" another pause. "C'mon sporto level with me. Do you slip her the hot…beef…injection?" The two he was talking two turn around automatically, both fuming with anger. "GO TO FUCKING HELL!" Elizabeta yelled

"LEAVE US ALONE!" Alfred screamed. Vash looked out of his office. "HEY! What's goin' on in there?" He turns back to his work. "Stupid fucking little pricks…" he says to himself.

Back in the library they are all looking at each other and Alfred turns away from Gilbert. "Scumbag!" He whispers to himself. Gilbert stands up and walks over to the railing and sits on it. "Let's close the door. We can't have a party with Vash checking in on us every second."

"Well, you know the door IS s'posed to stay open…"Matt said

"So what?"

"Why don't you just shut up?" Alfred said to Gilbert. "There are four other people in here…"

"Good, you can count! See! I knew you had to be smart to be a…a football player."

"Who are you to judge anyway?"

"I mean really?" Elizabeta said

"You know Gilbert…you don't even matter. I mean if you disappeared forever it wouldn't make that much of a difference. You may as well not even exist at this school." Gilbert pauses for a moment inwardly upset. But when he speaks he doesn't show it. "Then I'll just go right out and join the football team!" Elizabeta and Alfred look at each other and laugh him. "Maybe the prep club too! And student council!" He looks at the Hungarian IT girl when he says this.

"They wouldn't let you in." The American said

"I'm hurt."

"You know guys like you don't do any of that…" She said speaking up once again.

"Oh this should be fabulous." He said to himself.

"It's 'cause you're afraid."

"OH GOD! You popular people are SO smart! That's exactly why I'm not in anything" He said with mock enthusiasm. "You're a big coward!" Matt who feels left out say to no one in particular. "I'm in math club…"

"See, you're afraid they won't let you in. You don't belong so you just put it down."

"It wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that you activities people being….assholes now would it?"

"You wouldn't know…you don't know any of us."

"I don't know any lepers either….but I'm not gonna go and join one of their fucking clubs."

"Easy on the language!" Alfred said. Matt again feels the need to say something. "I'm in physics club too.."

"Hold on a sec…" Gilbert says to Liza holding up a finger. "What are you rambling about over there?"

"Well, wh-what I said was…I'm in m-math club, French club, and physics club…physics club." Gilbert looks over to Elizabeta. "Hey…Cherry…are YOU in physics club?"

"No, that's an academic club…"

"So?"

"So…it's not the same as other types of clubs…"

"But to dorks like him…" Gilbert says pointing to Matt. "They are. Hey wat do you guy do in your club?"

"I-in physics we ah, w-we talk about physics…about the properties of physics."

"So, it's sorta social…sad and twisted…but social. Right?"

"Ye-yeah, I guess you c-could call it that. I mean there are other people in the club eh." He paused to take a breath. "And, uh, at the e-end of the year we, uh, um, you know, have a b-big banquet, a-at th-the uh, uh, at the Hilton."

"So, you get loaded…you party!"

"W-we ah, g-get dressed up…w-we don't g-get drunk o-or high."

"Only dopes like you get high…" Elizabeta said to Gilbert.

"And, um, I uh, didn't have any, uh, pants, so I, uh had to borrow my dad's. A-and my mom doesn't l-like me wearing other p-peoples clothes. And, um, uh m-my cousin John…my cousin Jonathan , from, uh New York….H-he got high once, and you know he started eating, like really weird food and stuff eh," He paused and took a breath. "And, uh, he, um f-felt like he didn't belong anywhere eh. Y-you know, kinda l-like, you know, "Tw-twilight Zone" kinda." Elizabeta started laughing and looked at Gilbert. "Kinda like you…"

"Look, you guys, if we keep talking Vash is going to come in here…I got a game this Saturday…and I'm not gonna miss it because of you dickheads."

"Oh and wouldn't that be sad…" Gilbert fake pouts. "Missing a whole football game!"

"You wouldn't know anything about it fag! You've never played!" The Prussian looks at him with mock hurt. "You're right…I feel all empty inside because of it. I have such a deep, deep, admiration for guys who roll around on the ground with other guys!"

"You'd never miss it…you don't have any goals."

"That is where you are wrong! I do!"

"Yeah?"

"I wanna be just—like—you! I figure…all I need is a lobotomy and some tights!" Matt becomes interested. "You wear tights?" Alfred looks at Matt.

"No I don't wear tights! I wear the required uniform!"

"Tights…"

"Shut up!"

Vash moved around in the hallway, so Gilbert quickly sits in the chair in between Elizabeta and Alfred. He folds his hands on the table and Vash goes back into his office. Gilbert laughs and gets up, and starts walking towards the library's doors. "There's not s'posed to be any fooling around!" Matt yells. Gilbert turns and points to him. "Young man have you finished your paper?" He turns back around and goes to the door. He looks around cautiously and removes a screw from the door. "What are you gonna do?" Elizabeta asks.
"Drop dead, I hope!" Alfred says.

Back in the hallway, Vash is getting a drink at a water fountain. He stands up and checks the way he looks in a Fire extinguisher mirror and does a muscular pose before muttering some gibberish. "Cobadonga!"

Back in the library…Matthew looks up and Gilbert is messing with the library door. "That's school property! It's not something to be messed with!" The door slammed shut and Gilbert runs back to his seat. "That's very funny! Fix it!" Alfred yelled.

"You should really fix that!"

"What? Am I a genius?"

"No! You're an asshole!"

"What a funny guy!"

"Fix the door Gilbert!"

Vash walks back to his office and he stops to listen to them through the closed door.

"I've been here before I know what I'm doing!"

"No! Fix the door! Get up and fix it goddamnit!"

"SHUT UP!" Gilbert screams.

To be continued next chapter~!

So that is the second chapter! I was unsure of where to stop it...but I decided to stop there. Tell me what you think and R&R! Can't wait to write chapter 3! I think my favorite part will be writing about Alice (Arthur) Who will be described ALOT differently then how Allison looks in the movie! (x it's exciting!

~Jill~