Quick note- Jaime is Portugal, my friend James' oc!)

Antonio's eyes were focused on mine. They were a light green, and stood out from his tanned skin. "What do you think, Lovino?" Our conversation was something about Jaime, Antonio's little brother wanting to join us for pizza. Apparently, Antonio, the obnoxious Gilbert dude, and that rapist Francis all go out to this little pizza place in the middle of town. It's all right, I suppose, but come on. Even I could make pizza better than that. "Oh, uh, what?" I blinked twice- I hadn't really been paying attention to their conversation, just my pizza. Which was awful, and I hated.

"Should we invite Jaime over or not?!" Gilbert growled, impatient. I rolled my eyes. I personally couldn't care less, they were all bastards to me. However, in the spirit of being nice, I shrugged. "Sure," I tried to be as indifferent as possible. I didn't want these louts to think I liked them,but I also didn't want them to think I didn't like them, because I'd end up being that one kid who doesn't have any friends..and I'd been in that position before. Not fun, trust me. "Ohonhonhon, I think you'll get on just fine with him,"The rapist nudged me and I resisted the strong urge to rip his long blonde hair out of his pretty little skull. But I didn't, because that's not what friends do... "Yeah, he's a nice kid," Antonio said without looking up from his phone- I assumed he was texting Jaime to come over.

I set the disgusting slice of pizza down on the plate and spotted something else I hated about the restaurant- a huge silhouette of the country of Italy in mosiac tiles on the floor that were the colors of the Italian flag. Oh, and the signs everywhere claiming they had 'authentic' Italian food. Calling this disgusting shit authentic was comitting treason, at least in my world. Absolutely terrifying. No real Italian restaurant needed to say they were authentic.

"So..you and Bel-Bel,huh?" Francis whispered in my ear, quite suddenly and quite creepily. My eyes bugged out of my head- not because he scared me, but because he'd suggested such a thing. "N-no!"I felt the need to make it very, very clear that Bel was just a girl. Plus, we'd only just met today, and it's not like someone could fall in love in like, 6 hours. Especially me. I don't fall in love. I don't need any stupid girl. "Are you quite sure about that?" He raised one perfectly plucked eyebrow(gay,much?) and smiled. Except..he wasn't really teasing, just asking, which I wasn't really all right with. I was just about to punch him right in the kisser when the tomato bastard interrupted unconvienently.

"Yeah, Jaime is on his way over now," Antonio smiled innocently, as if he hadn't noticed I was busy plotting Francis' demise. "Oh, goodie!" Rapist-boy was distracted away from me for a moment(thank the lawdie), and decided to mess around with Gilbert by pulling his hair.

Ew.

"So, I never got around to asking you...how was your first day of school?" Antonio tilted his head with his eyebrows a wee bit furrowed. Bastard. Acting like he was concerned for my welfare. Acting as if he hadn't spent the entire day talking to me. Damn jerk. Too polite for his own good, he was. "It was-a alright." My accent linked the 'alright' with the was.

I tried to forget about the El Tomato Bastard incident.

"Well, that's good! I'm glad you liked it!" Never mind the fact I didn't come right out and say that I liked it, just go on riiiiight ahead and assume it. Antonio was too much of an optimist for his own good, and I would squeeze that bad habit right out of him like a bug. "Yeahuh." I shrugged- distant and calm. Distant. And. Calm. "Yeah, so I guess you'll be getting your own schedule now, huh?" Antonio sighed like that was a bad thing. "Yeah...I have it with me." I glowered at him-he was not getting anywhere near my schedule. He was clumsy, I'd seen him in action in the hallways. "Mmm...That's good, I guess! Now you don't have to follow me around all day..Well, hopefully we'll have a couple of classes together!" Was that a hint of remorse in his voice? Oh, Holy Day! I'd managed to dim that way too bright smile, finally. And even better, I'd checked the schedule over earlier. Not a single class with him, besides lunch! And lunch wasn't that bad, at least I'd have someone to sit with. I even felt a small trace of a smile starting on my face before I nodded awkwardly in agreement.

"Hey, guys!" A somewhat short dude plopped himself down at our table. He had black hair that was tied in a loose ponytail at the nape of his neck (but most of it was falling out), and green eyes. Ah. So this was the bastard Jaime. He'd arrived rather quickly- hadn't Antonio just texted him like a minute ago? "Hey, Jaime!" Antonio's happy-go-lucky air returned and he grinned at the boy who could have easily been a mirror reflection of himself. "Is this Lovino?" He looked at me, his gaze just as piercing as Antonio's.

"Si," Antonio smiled and put an arm around my shoulder, which caused me to tense up- I absolutely detest human contact. "Yeah, uhm, you know what guys? I really got to uhm go to the bathroom," I stood up quite suddenly, glaring openly at Antonio, and started to stalk off to the bathroom, which was probably equally as offensive as the decor in the dining area. "What's his problem?" I heard Jaime mutter. What was my problem? My problem? I wasn't the one going around asking people what other people's problems were, that's for sure. I whipped around to challenge him to a duel-when I came face-to-face with a man with a plate of pasta. A plate of pasta that just happened to splatter all over my shirt. Oh hell no. I was going to have to cut a bitch.

"YOU BASTARD! MY MOMMY IRONED THIS SHIRT FOR ME!" I snarled at him, fists clenched at my sides ready to punch this faggot's lights out. No one messes with me and my mommy. Especially not pussy ass bitches who thought restaurants like this were classy. The man, however, simply stared at me as if I were insane, which maybe I looked like I was, but I really wasn't. He kind of had a dumb look on his face, like Feli, which made me want to kill him even more so. "THIS MEANS WAR." I leaned forward, about to choke him, but I was interrupted(sadly).

"Lovino, are you all right?" Antonio somehow re-appeared at my side with his green eyes wide and his mouth agape and obviously unaware of the current situation."That sauce looked like it was spicy!" While Antonio went on and on, the lout responsible for the flying pasta slowly snuck off to who knows where. I glared at him, and flashed him the finger not really caring how many little kids were around to see. In fact, I hoped they'd mimic me so if they ever saw that man again they could flip him off too.

Karma would get him one day. Or I would, depending on where he lived in the area. Karma lived on the north side of town, and I lived in the south, so I guess we could have divided it up like Northwest and Southeast and stuff.

"I'm fine," I growled at Antonio who was trying to futilely clean off my shirt. "I have others." In all honesty I was slightly upset, this was my favorite, but I could let it slide. "No, that's too messy to wear in public! I have one that I used in gym, and, well..it's not that smelly.."

In the end, I was bullied into wearing the shirt. When I got into the car, my mom didn't say anything and we never spoke of that day again.