So here is chapter two. I would like to thank the two reviewers from the last chapter. I am sorry again for any grammer mistakes, and the gap between updates. The reason for this is the chapters are all typed up on my ipod whenever I get a free chance, and then I upload it to the computers at school and post. That is also the reason that there may be a few grammer/spelling mistakes or a few strange sentences. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the next chapter. As always, polite reviews are loved. If you can point out any mistakes I will try to go in and fix them when I get a chance!
My legs are dangling off the edge
A stomach full of pills didn't work again
I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm
Gone, gone, gone, gone
The rest of the block was uneventful really. Lovino ran to the washroom as soon as he was subbed off to check of his cuts, making sure they weren't bleeding to badly. He counted his lucky stars that Antonio didn't follow him, and by the time he returned to the gym, Antonio was gone and it was time to change. The next block was history, at least this class was with Feliciano. He scowled when he got there, only to find his brother seating between a blond boy, who was tall and extremely terrifying looking, and a quiet, small Asian boy. It seemed his brother had already made friends. Of course. He took a seat and stared at the boy in front of him, he seemed almost transparent. He tapped the boy on the shoulder, causing him to jump slightly. "OH!" The boy exclaimed, pushing his glasses up and blinking light violet eyes at Lovino. "Y-You can see me?" His voice was soft and hopeful sounding, causing Lovino to scoff. "Of course you idiot, why would I not be able to?" The boy pause for a moment and looked down. "Because no one ever does." Came the his soft reply. Lovino blinked, and then stared at the boy. What the heck did he mean no one ever 'saw' him? "What's your name?" The blonde haired boy asked Lovino shyly, snapping him from his thoughts. "Er, Lovino. Lovino Vargas." He muttered extending his hand to the boy. "Matthew Williams." The blonde boy responded softly.
Lovino jumped from his seat when the bell rang, throwing his books into his bag. As he slung the pack over his shoulder, he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Lovino groaned as he watched his brother bound from the class with his two new friends, and then turned to look at the person who had tapped him. He turned and realized it was Matthew. During the history block Lovino and Matthew had talked with each other a fair amount. Lovino learnt that Matthew was born in Canada and was afraid of storms, he also learned that the boy loved pancakes, maple syrup, hockey, polar bears, snow, and the colour red. The most interesting thing that Matthew had let slip however, was the fact that he had a boyfriend, who was in the senior class. This surprised Lovino, as Matthew didn't strike him as someone who was gay, he had never actually met an openly gay person before, and expected them to be loud, flamboyant, and crazy like on TV. Matthew was so shy. Lovino was getting side tracked and shook his head, returning to the present. "Yeah Matthew?" He asked the boy who had tapped him, obviously to get his attention. Matthew smiled at Lovino and shuffled his feet. "Well I was wondering, since you're new and all, you might want to sit at our table at lunch, eh?" He asked, looking rather nervous. Lovino smiled. "That would be nice actually." He said, and followed Matthew to the cafeteria.
When Lovino reached the Caf, as it was commonly referred to, with Matthew and followed him to his regular table. Lovino realized no one else was at the table yet, and sat in the seat beside Matthew. It was only a few minutes later that a senior came over to their table. Lovino noted that he had hair and a face shape similar to Matthew's, minus the weird curl that Matthew had going on, and bright blue eyes. He sat across from Matthew and gave Lovino a questioning look. "Ah, bonjour Matthieu. Qui est-il?" Matthew rolled his eyes and replied in english, much to Lovino's relief. "Bonjour Francis. This is Lovino Vargas, he is new here." He explained, before turning to Lovino. "Lovino, this is my cousin, Francis Bonnefoy." Lovino looked at the french senior and snorted, folding his arms over his chest. He didn't like the way that creepy french bastard was looking at him one bit. "BIRDIE!" Lovino jumped slightly forward at the outburst, and turned to his side to see a hyper albino senior literally jump into the seat beside Matthew. Lovino smirked slightly when he saw Matthew blush. "H-hi Gil..." He heard the Canadian whisper softly, making the albino grin. Lovino looked behind the albino, Gilbert as Matthew had told him earlier, and saw the terrifying blonde from history coming his way. It was then Lovino scowled, for behind the blonde bounced Feliciano, dragging the asian boy along behind him. The blonde sat across from Gilbert, Feliciano sitting inbetween him and the asian, and scowled at the albino. "Bruder." He growled, causing Lovino's frown to grow. So the blonde was brothers with Gilbert, at they were German. Great. It was then Feliciano reconized him "FRATELLO!" He cried happily, causing everyone at the table to halt their conversations and stare. It was then that Lovino noticed that sometime during his scowling and glaring at the blonde German, several other people had sat down with them. There was another blonde, who looked like Matthew with shorter hair and blue eyes, a tanned girl with long brown hair tied in pigtails with red ribbon, and... Lovino nearly choked on his drink he hadn't realized he was drinking. Antonio sat right across from him looking, like everyone else was, between Lovino and Feliciano wearing that damn grin. "So you two are related?"
Lovino found himself staring at Antonio, gaping like an idiot, for quite awhile, that was until he realize Feliciano was at his side, grasping his arm tightly. He yelped loudly and jumped up, ripping his arm away from his brother. If the cuts hadn't been opened before, they were now. "Well shit Feli! That hurt!" He growled, cradling his arm close. Feliciano's usually cheerful expression slipped to a sad and confused one. "But fratello, all I did was grab your arm." he whined. Lovino then realized that grabbing someones arm should hurt as much as he let on. "Sorry, you suprised me more than anything..." He muttered, sitting back down, still aware of the stares he was receiving from the others at the table as he cradled his arm. It was then he realized that Gilbert was talking to him, damn he needed to stop zoning out! He stared at Gilbert blankly, and the albino sighed. "I said, aren't you eating?" Gilbert repeated, gesturing to the empty table space infront of Lovino. Lovino scowled at Gilbert. "Shut up you damn Potato Bastard. It doesn't concern you!" He growled to the German. Feliciano was frowning at him. "Lovi, that wasn't very nice. Veh~" He hummed. Lovino gave another snarl like noise and put his head down on the table. Feliciano looked at his brother and gave another nervous hum. "Don't worry, Lovino never eats lunch, but he always has a huge breakfast and dinner! In fact it's a wonder he is so thin!" Lovi almost cried then, it was good thing his face was buried in his arm. If only his brother knew what he did to himself. Cutting, starving, gagging himself until he vomited up his dinner, and planning his own death. He was such a disappointment. He cleared his mind and put on a neutral face, lifting his head from the table as the bell rang. The others from the table dispersed, and Lovino headed to his next class, art.
Ah yeah, so that's it for this chapter. Uhhh Francis basically says. "Hello Matthew, who is he?" No I didn't use a translator. I live in Canada, I am required to take French, so I can do minor french translations on my own.
Blonde that looks like Matthew- Alfred obviously
Blonde that terrifies Lovino- Ludwig
Asian with Feli- Kiku
Brown haired girl- Michelle/Seychelles