(Mathias' POV)

Okay, so just a quick fill-in. I'm currently trying not to drop anything or look too eager. You know, like playing it cool. Why? Hahaha because God has answered my prayers and I'm now being partnered up with Lukas, aka my all time crush, aka Mr. Perfect, aka the reason I'm clumsy in most classes, aka the reason I can't stop grinning like a goofball.

I picked up my stuff and moved to the back. Lukas shifted his leg from the chair to the floor so I could sit. I got really nervous as I put my books down, taking the seat next to him. "U-uh.. Hi, I'm Mathias. Nice you meet you." I extended my hand out to greet him. I must have looked funny because he have me an odd look. He took my hand anyways. His hand was a little smaller than mine and a lot thinner now that I realise.

Was there a spark? I don't know, but I felt like my body was screaming at me, so maybe there was.

"Lukas," he responded, though his gaze was elsewhere. There was a lingering smell of tobacco and cinnamon around him. There was an ice minty scent too. Maybe he was chewing gum? I fight back the urge to cough because of the smell of lingering smoke and tobacco. Did I mention I'm horribly asthmatic?

The lesson continued on and the tasks were handed out. The task we got was to make a website for children to inform them of a time period of a country. Lukas and I –oh, I did like that– Lukas and I were given viking history. At first this all seemed like easy junior school stuff, but it wasn't until the teacher handed us all a booklet of web coding and other on history. That's when I realised with would be a lot harder than expected. We had to make the website from scratch. It left everyone actually doing work for a bit and casually chatting away.

I turned to Lukas. He didn't look any bit happy about the amount of work that was getting given to us. "U-um Lukas?" His gaze turned to me. It was chilly and hard. I almost forgot my question. Hell, I almost forgot my name.

"U-uhh well... So, how are we going to do this? Should we take turns going to each other's houses or the library?" I looked down at the floor blushing.

"You take half, I'll take half." I looked down at my books, feeling a bit sad. I mean, seriously. I'm thinking about those sappy movies. You know, the late nights. Me. Him. Alone. Library.

"What about when the work needs to be put together?" He looked at me now. His eyes were distant, like he wasn't really expecting a serious answer.

"Do you really want to be seen with the likes of me?" His voice was laced with sarcasm. It was like the concept of them being in the same room was funny on its own.

"Well, yeah. This assignment is pretty important. Besides does it look like I really care? Hahaha."

He just stared at me and snorted looking away before I could see him smirk just a bit. "Fine. But you aren't coming to my house."

I grinned broadly. It was really hard not to. I got to spend time with the guy I had liked for ages. This was a miracle.

"That's fine. My parents are always off at work or meetings anyways. So they wouldn't bug us." He looked away again. I sighed a bit with a grin on my face. It must have looked odd.

~after school~

So, after school was always fun— well, except for the lockers. The lockers here were a pain to get to, since everyone was trying to cram into the halls and rush out. I almost always dropped my stuff. I went to my locker when the hall was half empty. Quickly opening my locker, I dumped my books inside, took out my bag and started stuffing it with my books. My locker wasn't the neatest, but it didn't have any food in it, so that always helped.

"Hey, Mathias." I turned around to see Lukas there with his torn up jacket and black, worn messenger bag. I blush a bit and grin at him. He remembers my name! Guys, he remembers my name! I honestly feel like a girl for feeling this giddy. It caused me to blush more out of embarrassment.

"Hey, what's up?" His beautiful eyes just stared at me blankly. He shifted his bag a bit and handed me a note.

"It's my phone number. I figured you would need it if we are going to be working on that assignment." I took the paper and instantly got my phone out. This really felt great. Like my stomach apparently decided it was time to make me feel like I was stuck in a roller coaster.

"So did you want mine?" I looked up at him. He was glaring up ahead. I noticed a younger boy with white hair wearing very hipster looking clothes. You know what I mean. The typical flannel plaid shirt, black jeans, maroon beanie and a bag that was easily spotted due to its uniqueness? Well, the boy must have been young, like 13 or so, and he was currently being surrounded by a group of seniors.

"Text me later. I need to deal with something at the moment." He walked out with an aura that screamed 'RUN!' His focus was on the seniors surrounding the young boy. Was that boy important to Lukas? They looked similar so maybe they were related.

"Hey Mathias!" I couldn't look away from the scene that was unfolding outside, but from the voice I could tell it was probably Alfred. I tutored him on the weekends so we often ended up playing video games and whatnot.

"H..hey Alfred." My attention was clearly not on him when I said that. I felt his gaze go from me to where I was looking. The seniors were clearing themselves away from the younger boy as soon as Lukas got to him. The boy seemed relieved, and Lukas looked pissed off.

"Is Lukas giving ya trouble?" I snapped out of my trance. What was the question?

"Huh?" I simply answered. I turned to look at Alfred who had an out of character concerned frown.

"Is Lukas giving ya trouble? You know, because you seemed out of it, and you staring at him." I snorted. Was he giving me trouble? Well, yes, but it was a trouble with concentration that Lukas wasn't even aware of.

"No, no. I was just wondering who that guy was with white hair," I said as I stared back to where Lukas and the younger boy were currently looked like they were talking about something serious.

"Oh yeah, that's Emil, Lukas' younger brother. They're under different names, but they're brothers. Emil has been getting a lot of shit lately from the seniors. You know, the three bullies." Oh, I knew them too well. Since we were the year below them, they spent most of our first year being shits and whatnot. It made me feel bad that poor Emil now needed to suffer along.

"So Lukas is fending them off?" I asked unconsciously.

"Well, duh! It's his brother! He is even more protective over Emil than I am over Mattie!" I turned to him in surprise. How did Alfred know so much about Lukas?

"Matthew is friends with Emil. They talk a lot so they give out these comments from time to time." Alfred shrugged. "Anyway, I gotta be off for football practise! You better hurry, or you'll be late for science club!"

Thanks to all the lovely reviews on the last chapter!I enjoyed reading through them

Again, Vermillion is to thank for this story making sense!

Thank you for reading~

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