'Sup bitches. I'm back. :D
Chapter Warnings: Swearing... I think?
Matthew tapped his pencil on his desk. Luckily for him, he got a window seat. He was thinking intensely about the incident in 1st period. Why did Gilbert jump in front of that ball? He only just met him.
He unconsciously started to bite his writing utensil. The teacher slammed a meter stick on the desk in front of him, making him sit up with a jolt. The brunette frowned at him, his violet eyes shining with anger. "Pay attention." Matthew frowned, he was in the class for 20 minutes and could already tell he didn't like his music teacher.
"For an example, we'll have Gilbert Beilschmidt demonstrate." The teacher's words made Matthew look to the front of the room. He didn't even notice that Gilbert was sitting right behind him!
The tall albino slowly walked up to the piano. Gilbert smirked, glancing at the teacher. "I don't know Roddy. Aren't you a little young to be teaching a music class?"
The teacher frowned deeper when Gilbert used that nickname. "I'm just a substitute for Ms. Bella."
Gilbert shrugged, cracking his knuckles before setting his fingers on the black and white keys. He didn't play anything Matthew expected. The small blonde boy thought he would play 'Mary had a Little Lamb' or something like that. But no, of course Gilbert had to show off.
The albino was playing a song that Matthew knew very well, after all his competitions with Alfred on DDR. Gilbert was playing Speed Over Beethoven. Matthew quietly began to hum the lyrics as the song began.
Gilbert looked directly at him, smirking. The whole time the albino played, they kept eye contact.
When the song finished Gilbert stood and bowed, before returning to his seat behind Matthew. "Nice humming." The taller man whispered in his ear before sitting down. The whispered message made Matthew blush from his neck all the way up.
"Dude, I think I have a crush on your cousin." Gilbert said, setting his tray down on the table.
Francis grinned ear to ear. "I knew it! You two are so cute together!" The Frenchman had his hands on his cheeks, his butt was swaying slightly, and… he was drooling again.
"Yeah, but there's one problem." Antonio pointed to a table on the other side of the room.
Gilbert smacked his head on the table. "You have GOT to be kidding me." His Matthew was sitting next to that obnoxious jock Alfred, that creepy ass Russian Ivan, and that schizo Arthur.
"He hangs out with the worst possible people on the planet. He's probably dating Alfred." Gilbert groaned.
"That would be incest Gilbert." Francis commented calmly, eating his pudding.
"WHAT." Gilbert looked up at his friend. Francis rolled his eyes.
"You haven't noticed that they're identical twins?"
"No. Mein Matthew has longer hair and violet eyes. That douche has shorter hair and blue eyes." Gilbert frowned. Thinking about it now though, they do look a lot alike…
"They actually aren't even that close, Matthew hates Alfred's guts." Francis continued. "I still think it's cute that you think-" He was interrupted when Gilbert smacked a hand over his mouth.
"Hi Mattie~" Gilbert smiled innocently up at the boy who was standing at the end of their table with his tray. "Can we help you in any way?"
"Umm… no… well actually, can I sit here? Alfred's friends scare me…" Matthew looked down at the floor, trying to hide his blushing face.
"Sure thing Matt! Find a seat." Gilbert grinned. Matthew nodded, sitting down next to Gilbert, Antonio and Francis across from them.
"So, umm… what were you guys talking about?" Matthew asked, obviously shy.
"OHOHOHO… if only you knew."
Matthew scrunched up his nose. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"If only you knew Matthew…" Gilbert mumbled. "If only you knew…"
Oh, I forgot to mention, there may be mentions of rape later in this story, so if you're uncomfortable reading about it, let me know so I can tell you when it'll be there.