Chapter Five

Caliegh's POV

To me, there's nothing more annoying than being put in homeroom by last name. Usually, there's a certain amount of people with the last name starting with a certain letter, so there's always more people in one homeroom than the other.

This was why my sister and I ended up in homerooms that we both shouldn't have been in. She ended up in the homeroom for people with last names starting with K-O, while I was put in with the people with last names starting with A-E. All my life, I'd been separated from my closest friends in homeroom every year, but I'd make newer friends as the year went by. But for the first few days I would sit in a desk by the windows, off in the corner, so I wouldn't have to socialize with anyone.

But this year, it was a little different. This year, I had my good old guy friends from the lunch table in my homeroom. As soon as I walked in, I remember thinking, "Damn it. I have to deal with Gilbert every morning for the rest of my life." Of course, I knew I was going to graduate in just a few years. But still. This was going to be the longest two years of my life. I quietly slipped past them (they were all talking with Ms. Héderváry, who was also a counselor here) and sat in a seat next to a mysterious boy with pale blonde hair and skin like a porcelain doll. Well, hello gorgeous. He had his face buried in a book with a title in a language I couldn't decipher, though it looked to me like a type of Nordic language. In his hair he had clipped his bangs back with a cross-shaped clip, though it didn't do much because the majority of his bangs had fallen in his face anyway.

I didn't even realize I was staring until he looked up at me with these dark, violet eyes (there must be something in the water, because half the guys in this school have purple eyes). "Can I help you?" He asked, though it was so mono-tone that it simply sounded like a statement. Now that caught me a little off guard, but I put my bag with all of my books in it on the floor next to my desk and slowly shook my head.

"No, sorry." I muttered. I glanced away, but he didn't remove his gaze from me. Okay, he was staring at me. Was something wrong? Was my shirt inside-out?

"Do you have a sister?" He said suddenly. I looked up at him, eyes widening slightly.

"Yes, why?" He never answered, but instead asked another question.

"Is she your twin?" I nodded, sitting down in the chair. I turned so my feet were out in the aisle, leaning my elbows on my knees to lean slightly closer so we wouldn't have to like, yell or something. "Mm, I saw you two together the other day. You sit with them." He nodded his head over to the trio that I sort of regret knowing, closing his book.

"Yeah, I do…But, um, I wasn't my decision. My sister dragged me over to them the first day she got here when we went to lunch and…um…" I was ranting. I immediately shut up, humming slightly to myself and tapping my fingers on the desk.

"CALIEGH!" I heard my name being shouted from across the room. Damn. I knew that German accent so perfectly, it bothered me to know that he knew my name. I slunk down into my chair, barely letting my eyes come above the surface of the desk. Before I knew it though, I was attacked in a huge hug by the Spaniard.

"We thought we were going to be alone in homeroom!" He said, snuggling up to me. Whoa, were we already close enough friends that he was allowed to cuddle me without it being weird? Oh yeah. No. I shoved him away slightly, but Gilbert took that as a sign to wrap his arms around my neck from the back and slowly move his hands down the collar of my shirt. I shrieked, jumping up from my seat and smacking his hand away. Defense mode, activate.

"Hey, hey! I thought we were friends, here!" He complained, rubbing his hand slightly. I swiftly walked around the maze of desks to avoid them, and they attempted to follow me, but thank goodness Ms. Héderváry had called them over to her desk. I sighed inwardly, slowly making my way back to my desk. However, I was stopped by a firm hand being placed on my shoulder. I turned around, but I had to look up a few feet. This boy was tall; and by tall, I mean tall. And not just to me, a girl of only five foot two at my age. He gazed down at me with purple eyes (I'm telling you, this must be a disease.) and a creepy little smile. A guy stood behind him, carrying multiple binders and staring down at his feet. Glasses were perched on his nose, and yeah. He looked like he was this guy's nerd servant.

"You're new, da?" He said in a heavy Russian accent. I slowly nodded. Now I don't know what it was about him, but he seemed rather intimidating. His smile widened, and at that moment I decided that I should stay away from him at all costs. "Would you like to work for me, since I don't have the rest of my trust little Baltics here with me?" Before I could open my mouth to reject his offer, he froze and took his hand off my shoulder. Out of nowhere a girl with long platinum blonde hair and a maroon bow to match her uniform perched on top of her head appeared.

"Brother dearest," She whispered, and I took that as my cue to rush back to my desk.

And I was going to be in this homeroom for two. Whole. Years.

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It turns out that I had pretty much all of my classes with the quiet Norwegian boy from homeroom. I learned from my Language Arts class that his name was Lukas, spelled with a K instead of a C. For some reason, that stuck out to me. It was kind of cute. By the time it had gotten around to lunch, I was practically starving. I mean, my lunch period wasn't until around 12:45. And that's fairly late, considering I usually ate lunch at around 11:00 back home and at my other schools.

Today, for some odd reason, Gabby didn't sit with us at lunch. She had walked over to our table, but instead of sitting she asked where some guy named Mathias sat. Gilbert had said something about some freaky Nordics or something, and I tilted my head, eavesdropping slightly. So she was sitting with the Nordic group, eh? I thought back to homeroom, remembering Lukas telling me something about being from Norway, which was a country in the Nordic region. He must've had a little group with the other boys from the Nordic countries, because after Gilbert pointed Gabby in the right direction, she had gone right over to a circular table consisting of five boys; one of them being Lukas. She must really get around.

"She must be friends with them, eh?" Matthew said with a light chuckle as he pushed a pancake around on his plate, coating it in a thick layer of syrup. I nodded, chewing on a slice of pineapple.

"I'm sort of friends with Lukas, I guess…" I muttered, and Gilbert shot a look at me.

"Lukas. You're kidding." I shook my head, glancing down. Beside me, Matthew paused while pouring more maple syrup, but then slowly continued.

"You two should go out," Francis piped up. I looked at him, and I felt a blush rising to my cheeks.

"Who." I asked/stated.

"You and Lukas! Come to think of it, you two are exactly alike!" Antonio claimed, grinning. What the heck were they even talking about. I've talked with him like, twice. I didn't know anything about him. Quite honestly, I would've gone out with Matthew over Lukas any day. At least I knew a little about him.

"I know nothing about him." I said, crossing my legs and frowning slightly, trying to make my disapproval obvious.

"Ja, and you're off limits to anyone but me." Gilbert said, winking and smirking. I kicked him as hard as I could in the shins. Fun! This could become a game! Injure Gilbert Beilschmidt as Much as You Can until He's Broken! His smirk disappeared and instead he glared slightly at me. I could already tell that we were just going to be the best of friends.