Chapter Two
Gabby's POV
I was still pretty dazed about the whole being-reunited-with-my-twin-sister thing. What really caught me, though, was that she HUGGED me. That'd be like the king of England sailing across the sea just to hug a few colonists back in the 16th century. (Haha. American similes.)
Now here I was in the ginormous cafeteria, approached by a green-eyed Spaniard.
My heart quite possibly skipped a beat as he flashed an almost goofy grin at my sister and me. His teeth were so white against his tan skin; keep in mind that I've always seemed to find boys with a tan drop dead attractive. His eyes were a gorgeous shade of emerald green… and he was flanked by 2 even gorgeouser guys.
The one I noticed first was really… different. A permanent-looking smirk was evident on his pale face, a pair of red- yes, red- eyes set above it. Above them was a head of platinum blonde, nearly silver, hair. It didn't take long to conclude he was albino. Most albino people I had seen, either online or in person, had looked frail and kind of creepy. This guy, however, was damn muscular- I wouldn't be surprised if he spent hours in the gym. Not to mention he was kind of- I'm not gonna lie to you- hot.
"Bonjour, jolie mademoiselle." I jumped ever-so-slightly as the third guy spoke up in smooth French. I actually glanced around to see who else he could have been addressing, trying to find someone who actually was a "jolie mademoiselle" ("pretty miss," for you non-French speakers). But no: his crystal blue eyes were looking right at me.
"Erm… Tu parles le français?" I was suddenly glad to be in French II, though it did take some effort to think back to one of my first units in middle school.
The third guy- his hair was as wavy and blonde as mine, and almost the same length, plus he actually had a stubble of facial hair on his chin- blinked, obviously taken off guard, then smiled slightly. "Oui. Et toi?"
"Un peu…" I answered truthfully. I was FAR from being a fluent speaker.
"Comment t'appelles-tu?"
"Gabby. Enchanté."
A smirk similar to the albino guy's appeared on the French boy/man/person's face. I barely acknowledged Caliegh murmur something about having no idea what we were saying. "Same to you."
I blinked a few times, feeling my face heat up in embarrassment. "Oh, thank god, you speak English."
The Frenchie laughed- one of those stereotypical French "onhonhon" type of things. How sexy. "I'm Francis, these are my friends Gilbert and Antonio." (I think we all know how the French accent goes, so I'm gonna save myself some trouble and not type it out.) The guys to his left both waved at us, Antonio happily and Gilbert almost flirtatiously.
"Why don't you come sit with us?" Gilbert offered in a relevant German accent (again, we all know they make a V sound instead of W, so just hear it in your head). I could just tell, though, that he wasn't gonna take "no" for an answer.
Not that I was gonna turn down 3 super cute guys asking us to sit with them. I've had a handful guy friends in the past few years, but we'd never been REALLY close and I've certainly never had a boyfriend. Not because I didn't want one, 'cause God did I want one…. I'm just not an attractive person. Unlike my damn sis-
Okay, getting off topic.
I grinned/smirked at Caliegh, and followed the trio over to a not-so-crowded lunch table. Seems like they ruled the place. "SO. What's the pipsqueak's name?" Gilbert asked, sitting heavily on the opposite side of the table as us flanked by the other two guys. He leaned both elbows on the table, rested his chin atop the backs of his hands, and quirked an eyebrow in Caliegh's direction as she sat daintily beside me. I had to try my very hardest not to roll my eyes as she smoothed out her skirt; I had just slid myself onto the bench with about as much grace as Gilbert.
"Don't call me a pipsqueak," Caliegh warned with a glare. Because that's my job, I almost said. Instead I just introduced her.
"Caliegh, eh? Hn." Gilbert's gaze darted back and forth between us, almost- there's no other fitting word- hungrily. I tried to swallow back a flattered grin. Guys NEVER checked me out or flirted me up… I was always too much of a tomboy; they'd probably label themselves as fags if they hit on me. Caliegh, on the other hand, was looking quite grumpy. Oh, yeah. She was used to having guys claw at her.
"Where are you from?" Antonio asked brightly, pouring himself a glass of water from a pitcher in the middle of the table.
"New Jersey in America," I answered simultaneously to Caliegh saying "Texas, in the United States."
Francis blinked in bewilderment. "But I thought you two were sisters?"
"Twins, I thought," Antonio chimed in.
"We are," I responded, looking in Antonio's direction. "Our parents are divorced. Now where can I get some grub around here? A fatass gotta eat."
The sympathy washed off of Francis's face and was replaced with bemusement. "Mon dieu, you sound like Alfred," he chuckled.
I tilted my head slightly, not actually all that interested. "Who's Alfred?"
"I heard my name!" Damn, and I thought I was loud. A guy with baby blue eyes, glasses, a cocky grin, and slick, dirty blonde hair sat halfway on the bench beside me. "Sweet, a newbie! You got a name?"
"Nah, I was created in a lab and given just a number." I returned the guy's grin, unconsciously loving the fact that he hadn't so much as glanced at my sister. "I'm Gabby. You're Alfred?"
"You betcha!" I convinced myself I had only imagined that he winked at me.
"Sorry to cut this short, but I haven't eaten in like, 5 hours. Where do I get some food?"
Alfred smiled even wider, which I didn't think was possible. "I was just about to get some myself. Come with me." He nodded toward the line of people shoveling food onto their trays from a buffet table. Smiling slightly, silently celebrating that he still hadn't noticed Caliegh, I got up and followed after him.
The food back at my old school was pretty good- not the inedible slop people usually expect. This, though, was practically gourmet. There was a huge variety, arranged by meats, liquids, fruits, vegetables, snacks, and desserts. I didn't know where to begin, so I just followed Alfred's lead by grabbing a good ol' fashioned American bacon cheeseburger. "So where ya from?" Alfred asked, practically drooling over the mound of food he was piling onto his tray.
"Small town in New Jersey. You?" I didn't even bother to ask what country the guy was from; it was pretty dang obvious.
"The very capital city of the US of A: Washington DC, baby!"
I nodded slightly. "Sweet. You patriotic?"
"Uh, yes! You can just call me Mr. America." I could almost see stars and stripes exploding into a backdrop behind him.
"How about Al?"
"That works too."
We both laughed, grabbed our last item, and made our way over to the checkout line. Alfred told me about how few Americans were here while we walked.
It was silent (though not awkwardly so) between us until Alfred's eyes trailed over to my tray. "You hungry?"
A blush swept across my face in a heartbeat. My lunch consisted of the bacon cheeseburger, a cup of applesauce, a basket full of about 10 French fries, a chocolate chip cookie, and a tiny carton of milk. As I glanced around and noticed every other girl only had half a ham sandwich or a basket of fries with a can of juice, I suddenly felt extremely self-conscious. "Yeah, well, a fatass gotta eat."
Alfred stared at me incredulously for a moment. "You're not fat, Gabby."
I decided not to bring up the fact that for my age and height, I was supposed to be 15 pounds lighter. "Yeah, well, you haven't seen me in a bikini." Seriously, self? I really should just keep my mouth shut.
Since I expected Alfred to be kinda freaked out by my awkward response, I was surprised at what he said next. "Maybe I should sometime," he purred. If I was blushing before, now my face was on fire. Alfred let out an earsplitting obnoxious laugh which, really, was more contagious than annoying. "Kidding, kidding." I grinned at him half-sheepishly, and punched in my new student ID at the checkout counter to pay for my lunch.
Well. It seemed like I made a new friend- maybe a few new friends, actually. Now I just had to keep my fingers crossed that they were gay, because damn they were cute…
~Author's Note~
Heh, I sound like such a whore, checking out all the guys... IT'S NOT MY FAULT I FIND SO MANY ATTRACTIVE. Well they are attractive. So you're good.
SO. As I reread this, I realize I sound like such a Mary Sue... But this shit ACTUALLY happens. I DO strongly believe I'm overweight, even though friends tell me otherwise. Hey, I sound like a Mary Sue as well. Prissy, obsessed with music, "perfect", rich...Which is another altered fact. Yah, we're both broke in real life. :3 And I cannot play piano as well as I do in this. I don't take lessons or anything. I'm just in choir. But you're still really good at it. And btw, I think it was in chapter 1 that it said I play level 2 guitar; yeah. No. I play level ONE. And probably will for the rest of my life. OTL What does that mean. O.o It's supposed to be like... JUST LOOK UP THE ICON ON DEVIANTART.
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