OK, I guess I should have introduced myself a bit better in that last chapter. My name is Rachel, and I live in Kuwait. There's not much to do here, so I write. If you hate the story, just tell me and I'll take it off. Oh, and I still need ideas on plot/pairings for the story. Any suggestions will be taken, I'm still writing this one.

x Rachel

"Gillian!"

I was snapped out of my daydream of Elizabeta with pins in her eyes by the sharp voice of my irritable math teacher.

"Yes, Mr Swenson?" I replied, trying to look like I had been paying attention rather than playing out death scenes featuring my mortal enemy in my head.

"Gillian, you need to be paying attention to this!" he scolded.

"But sir," I whined. "I'm not the only one not paying attention." As a matter of fact, half the class wasn't paying attention. Feli was eating pasta under the table, Antonio was writing Lovino on his sleeve and Alfred and Mathias were having a gargling completion, both with mouths full of water.

"But you're the only one who really needs to be paying attention. All the others are passing my class, and you just managed to scrape your way in! Come on, Gillian, you can do better than that! Your brother," he said, as I groaned inwardly. Not the 'perfect Ludwig' speech again, "was the best student I have ever taught. He was hardworking, and polite and smart; I thought all Germans were supposed to be hard workers until you showed up-,"

"But sir," I interrupted. "I'm not German. I'm Prussian, sir," I said proudly. Mr Swenson buried his face in his hands.

"Gillian, I don't really care where you're from," he said, in a defeated voice. "Just so long as you pass year 11, I'm good."

The class laughed.

"Antonio, you're a nightmare," I grumbled as we walked out of class half an hour later, on our way to lunch. "What?" he asked, hurt.

"Lovino," I grinned. "God, Antonio, just ask him out already. Between you and my brother, I'm tearing my hair out."

"Yeah, well, that's just your brother being a moron. It's so obvious that Feliciano likes him, he's just being weird. But Lovi practically hates me." The Spaniard's usually happy face sank.

"Listen, Tonio," I said, putting my arm around him. "I woke up at five on the night of the party, remember? Well, I kind of pushed Lovi while he was asleep so he was right next to you. And you know what? He smiled, because he was happy to be next to you. He just acts like a bitch to you because he sucks when dealing with emotions, that's all."

"Really?" asked Antonio in disbelief.

"Uh huh," nodded Francis. "Go for it, mon ami! It will be fine, oui?"

"OK," said Antonio, determined. "I'll do it. Lovi!" he called to a brunette walking ahead of us. The boy turned around, and scowled upon seeing Antonio.

"What is it, bastard?" he yelled back.

"Wait up!" called Tonio, sprinting forward to catch up with him. I turned to Francis, grinning. "Success!" we both yelled in unison, and slapped hands in a high five.

"Aww, sweet," came a girl's voice from behind me, and I froze, knowing perfectly well who it was. "Little Gilly managed to pair up her pervy best friend and his stupid little Italian! She must feel so proud. I mean, she's failing math and can't run to save her life, so it's good she has a talent in pairing up gay weirdoes, right?"

I spun around to come face-to-face with a pretty brunette, with big green eyes and an angelic smile. Too bad I knew her far too well to fall for it.

Elizabeta.

Elizabeta is the most popular girl in our class, and she's also the meanest, most evil girl I know. She has a little group of friends, and I swear, they are the worst trio I know. People say we're bad? They obviously don't know Elizabeta's gang.

First, there's her. Elizabeta is totally gorgeous, and every boy in school, with the exception of a few, is in love with her. She trips up kids in the playground, picks on Tino a lot, because he's gay and doesn't like to hurt people, so he won't fight back, and finds great pleasure in teasing me. I'm way too awesome to take it personally, of course, but it really makes me angry when she picks on my friends. I got a suspension for punching her last time she was mean to Tino.

Then there's Sasha. Sasha has dark hair that she wears in pigtails and wears dresses all the time. She acts all little-girl-lost as well, and all the teachers are kind to her because she looks so sweet. She's the kind of girl who will drop paint all over a drawing you've been working on for days, and then bat her eyelashes and pretend it was an accident, even though you know it wasn't. She's evil.

And finally, there's Lili. I don't know what happened to Lili. When she lived with her brother she was so lovely and cute all the time, but now that she lives with Elizabeta, she's just a bitch. She wears a ton of make-up, and ties her blonde hair up in a ponytail, and tells other girls about how weird they look with flat chests when we're getting changed for PE. She told Bella the other day about how she needs to 'cut down on the pastries, or whatever, because your butt's so big I can't walk past to get to my locker'.

And people call us the Bad Touch trio? These girls are poison.

"Sorry Elizabeta?" I say, raising my eyebrows. "Did you say something? 'Cause all I heard was 'mimimimimimimi'," I said, imitating a squeaky little mouse voice. Alfred and Arthur passed by behind Elizabeta at that moment, and they both grinned and Alfred flashed me a thumbs-up. They hate her too.

"Oh, real mature, Gil," she said, rolling her eyes. "Obviously you've been hanging out with Frenchy over here for too long, and he's rubbed off on you."

"God, Gil, you have the worst choice in friends ever," put in Sasha, hand on her hip. "I mean, really, a bunch of gays, a perv, and Yao. And even Yao's weird too," she grinned, doing that stupid thing with her eyes to make them look Asian and mimicking Yao's slightly too high-pitched voice. "Are you sure, aru?" she squealed, with a fake look of astonishment on her face. "Well then, thank you much very, aru!" Elizabeta and Lili were giggling on either side of her.

I scowled. Yao did have some problems with her English, and she was a little too polite, but that was no reason for Sasha to laugh at her. I slipped my arm through Francis's.

"Come on, Francis, let's go," I glared. "Because sooner or later I'm going to end up punching one of them unconscious, and I wouldn't want to smudge their eyeliner." I flounced off, dragging Francis in my wake, ignoring the wolf whistles and laughs from behind me.

I stormed to lunch, and almost slammed my tray down at the table, fuming.

"Gil, dude, what's wrong?" asked Alfred, concerned. Kiku reached out and patted me on the back, which was nice of him. I barely even talk to Kiku, but he seems nice.

"I fucking hate those idiots!" I yelled. "Stupid, fucking morons!" I put my head in my hands.

"Elizabeta, Sasha and Lili. We just bumped into them in the corridor," explained Francis, biting into a crepe.

"Why are they so… stupid?" I spluttered, at a loss for words. "I mean, seriously. First they make fun of Antonio 'cause… well, never mind why, but still! Then they slag me off, and start to mimic Yao," here I turned to Yao, who was beginning to turn pink with anger. "Sasha started talking in this stupid little voice, and saying stupid stuff, and then they all started laughing. I hate them!"

Arthur smiled sympathetically. "If it makes you feel any better, Roderich just ditched Elizabeta this morning."

My heart leapt. "Really?" I beamed. "Awesome!"

Everyone grinned, not knowing the true reason I was pleased by this. I know crushes are girly, and it's a totally silly word, and everything, but… Oh, whatever. This is a diary, after all. I can say it.

I like Roderich. For the past few months, he's been dating Elizabeta, but I still really like him. I still can't work out why. I mean, he's generally everything I hate in someone; he's posh and neat, and really talented when it comes to music, and speaks a snooty, uptown kid accent. But… I don't know. It's just his gentle smile and his beautiful laugh and everything. Whenever he looks across at me during music class, he just looks so adorable with his big violet eyes and messy chocolate hair, and the rare smile he shoots in my direction…

Shit. I hate going all soppy like this. And my friends are useless. However, I didn't have the whole awkwardness of telling them that I like Roderich. Francis worked it out himself from watching me blush every time he looked at me in music, and obviously told Antonio immediately. They confronted me on my way out of class (with Roderich standing at the freaking door, for God's sake) and eventually I confessed. So far though? All they've done is giggle like six-year-olds every time Roderich talks to me. God, I love that accent so much…

"So, why'd he ditch little Miss Perfect?" I asked, sipping on Alfred's coke absentmindedly, until he elbowed me hard in the ribs and pulled it off me. Alfie gets really serious over his junk food.

"Oh, I know!" chipped in Feli, and everyone looked at him in surprise, even West. Feli generally has his head so high in the clouds he misses everything. "Roderich told Elizabeta that he just didn't love her anymore, that there was someone else he liked, and that he didn't think it would be right to lead her on. I thought that was really nice of him," beamed Feli, pleased he was the centre of attention.

"Oui," said Francis slowly. "Someone else…" He glanced in my direction at the same time as he said this. Thanks Francis. Great subtlety techniques there.

"What this got to do with Gil?" asked Arthur, following his gaze.

"Oh, nothing," I stuttered, but too late. The whole table was grinning now, having put 2 and 2 together at last.

"Don't worry, Gil," smirked Yao. "Your secret's safe with us."

I felt my face go red.

"I- I'm going to go and, um, find Antonio," I stammered, standing up and pushing my chair in. Stupid Francis.

I wandered off to where I thought Antonio would be, in the playground, but he wasn't. I had to search the whole school before I heard his voice round the corner, in the summer courtyard. I listened in, wanting to make sure Lovi wasn't there before I approached him.

"I'm sorry, Lovi," a voice said quietly.

"Argh! You don't get it, do you?" said another voice, stronger than the other.

"Get what?"

After that there was silence, and I peeked round the window to see what had happened. Antonio was leaning up against the wall, being kissed by a tear-stained Lovino. His hands had slipped round the Italian's lower back, and Lovi's hands had tangled themselves in the Spaniard's chestnut hair. They were putting all the pent-up emotions they had into this kiss. It seemed like a private moment between the two, and after a moment I drew my eyes away and ran off to find Francis.

Finally, I grinned. I guess Lovi's not so emotionless after all…

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