Elskendes Feud – Chapter 3.
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By the time Mathine got home from the hospital that evening, her face was already showing her bruises. Her eye was almost black, while the rest of her face was either lightly bruised or just swollen. Despite them loving it when their families have disputes, her parents yelled at her when she got home.
"Do you realise how stupid we look now?" her mother asked her in a raised tone, Mathine could only nod and sigh, holding her face.
"He started it" she muttered, she was lying on the couch, staring at the TV.
"But you lost" her father replied, sat on the nearby arm chair.
"It doesn't matter that she lost, she's still a woman and shouldn't get in these fights!" her mother exclaimed and looked between the two relatives.
"Well...just think about what you've done and gone to bed" he father sighed, and Mathine could only nod and comply to his request, slowly making her way up the stairs.
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The next day Mathine's swelling had gone down a bit, but her eye still bore a large purple bruise. No doubt she'd have some talk at school about that, she thought as she woke up just in time again and threw on whatever outfit was in her closet. The Dane quickly got dressed and ran downstairs just in time to get her usual morning piece of toast and stand outside waiting for Berwald and Tiina again.
When the usual blue car pulled up, Mathine could see both of her friends' faces light up in surprise. Although Berwald sat in his usual seat, Tiina almost immediately jumped out of the car and hugged Mathine. The hug made Mathine wince from pain and Tiina immediately let go.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! Wow, look at your eye!" the Finn always worried too much, but she was a sweet person so Mathine just smiled and told her to think nothing of it. Tiina didn't believe this but nodded anyway and walked back over to the car. Almost dead silence was in the air and all the Swede asked Mathine was "Are y'u ok'y?" to which Mathine was nothing short of gob smacked.
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Luckily for Lukas, his face was in pristine condition, and he didn't have P.E again until Friday, so hopefully the large bruising on his stomach would be gone. He hoped that nobody would find out the extent to his injuries or else they would never let him live it down that he lost a fight to a girl, a boyish girl, but still a girl. The Norwegian made sure to wear a dark navy shirt in order to cover up any of the dark bruises that were prominent on his skin. The fight, however, did have an effect on him, since he woke up much later this morning and actually had to skip breakfast after getting dressed in order to make it to school on time. Eyríður watched in amazement when she saw her brother run out the house in a hurry without even saying goodbye, every day of her life he had always woken up before her, except that day.
When Lukas was safely in the school playground (on time I will add) he knew that something felt...off with the school. He had the constant feeling that he was being watched by everyone, but whenever he looked around everything was as it should be. Before he could elaborate on this, however, the bell signifying his first lesson, maths, rang. Lukas was in the top group for maths, so for his teacher he had the extremely strict Mr. Zwingli. The Swiss mathematics teacher was one of the strictest in the school, and it was even rumoured that he would shoot you if you got a question wrong in his lessons, or touched his little sister in any way shape or form. Because of this, Lukas always made sure he was never late to his lessons, and arrived before almost anyone else. The blonde haired teacher simply nodded when he saw the Norwegian walk in the room, and the few students in there looked at him, curious as to the previous day's events. Lukas simply waved them off and waited for the lesson to begin.
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Mathine had told her two friends of her night's event in the hospital and everything that happened after, the two Nordics listened intently.
"As long as you're okay, that's all that matters~" Tiina had told her, with her usual sweet smile, then continued "Although I don't think Lukas was anywhere near as effected, I could maybe try to see in maths. I sit by him" Mathine's head moved up at this, Tiina and Berwald were both in higher maths, Mathine was in the middle group. She had no idea that Lukas and Tiina sat next to each other, although until recently she didn't seem to care for him at all. Now all she wants to do is rip all his hair out, or something along the lines of that. She only nodded.
"I b't he's w'rse th'n y'u th'nk" Berwald told the two women, who both nodded.
"That could be a possibility!" Mathine cheered, although Tiina only frowned at this.
"No, it's not good if you hurt him!" she pouted "fighting is never good"
Mathine and Berwald only shrugged this off, since both of them got in horrible arguments quite often, but never physical violence, although they have both been extremely tempted.
Mathine waved off the lovebirds and walked her way towards Mr. Laurinaitis' classroom. Unlike Mr. Zwingli, Mr. Laurinaitis was a very sweet teacher. As far as anyone knew he had no guns or anything to attempt to shoot students with, so as far as Mathine knew she couldn't care less. She sat in her usual seat at the very front of the room, by the window.
"Good day, Math" the Australian greeted her. Brett Kirkland was the funny haired Australian boy who had lived with the English teacher Mr. Kirkland and called him big brother. Mathine found her nickname from him 'Math' being ironic since the only subject they share together is Maths, and they sit by each other.
"Hej, Brett" she greeted back and gave him her usual large smile. After a few seconds (he was a bit dense, taking him that long to notice) Brett pointed to her face and almost yelled in his loud voice "Crikey! What's with your face, Math?" at this exclamation the whole class looked at her. Around the room were chanting about yesterday's brawl, and many questions flown her way. Before she could answer these, the teacher hit his books against the desk and called the class.
"Hey, listen up! Time to start work!"
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Lukas rested his head on the desk, for some reason he felt incredibly ill. He didn't know wherever it was guilt or anger but he had a horrible feeling in his stomach, as well as the obvious pain from the large bruise. His head felt slightly fuzzy, but he knew he wasn't tired and wasn't going to pass out, however he kept his face rested on his book until he felt someone's pencil tap his shoulder. He turned his head around to see the concerned face of Tiina Väinämöinen. The Finnish girl blinked a few seconds before speaking.
"Are you all right?" was the simple question, Tiina had sat by Lukas in maths for a while and knew that he was always one of the most concentrated students and one of the best. It shocked her that all of a sudden he was acting this way, she wanted to ask him about the fight but she bit her tongue back.
"Ja" was the simple reply to the simple question, Lukas sat up again slowly.
"Do you want help?" she asked him next.
Lukas looked at her for a few seconds again, trying to decipher wherever she meant help with what's wrong with him, or help with the maths work. He didn't even know what they were doing, he hadn't been paying attention. He muttered quietly to himself, "What are we doing? I don't get it"
Although it was quiet, Tiina still heard it and replied, going through all of the work and answers with Lukas, teaching him the work on Standard Deviation that he was supposed to have been listening to. She made a mental note to tell Mathine about this as she wondered if he was acting strange because of the fight.
Before she had time to question him, the lesson ended. It felt like it went by really fast, Tiina thought, as she packed up her bag to head off to English. For English she was with Mathine, which was good, so she could try to tell her of Maths' events. (although they were sat on the other side of the room so that made it more difficult) She walked hand in hand with Berwald, telling him about Lukas acting strange. The Swede only grunted as a response. When she met up with Mathine at the beginning she immediately ran up to her, telling her everything. Mathine only stared, shocked for a few moments before nodding and telling her of everyone's reaction to her black eye. Speaking of that, once everyone was in English, the main focus point of the students was on Mathine and Lukas. Both of them had English together, but Mr. Kirkland knew better than to sit them anywhere near each other, especially after this.
By the time it was the end of the lesson, Mr. Kirkland had been teaching them about some Shakespeare play, or something. Since the teacher was British he had an extra interest in Shakespeare's work and often told the students of the beauties of Stratford-upon-Avon. Berwald was sat directly behind Lukas on the side of the room closest to the door, Mathine was on the other side, and Tiina was somewhere near the middle. The bell rang to signify break time, and Lukas stood up, wincing at the harsh pain that all of a sudden ruptured in his stomach. He hung on the wall and soon noticed the whole class looking at him and looked away, before trying to straighten his composure, although the pain caused him to stay hunched over holding his stomach. Berwald tapped Lukas on the shoulder, "Y'u alr'ght?" he asked, he received no reply from the Norwegian, but he got a small nod. That was good enough for him. As soon as the kids piled out, several people went straight up to Lukas, asking him what's wrong. Mathine's eyes met with his for a few seconds, she couldn't read his expression but all she knew was that she was the cause of the pain he was in. The thought made her grin.
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Over the next few weeks, Mathine and Lukas had been avoiding each other at all costs. Both of their injuries got better, but there was still some unknown feeling there. Lukas felt ill most of the time, and Mathine (Although she was good at hiding it) felt angry most of the time. Lukas had been talking even less to his family, and even less to his sister. His parents just concluded it was some sort of teenager problems and shrugged it off. As for Mathine, no one could see any difference in her. Mr. Braginski still hadn't moved them from their seats, despite the fight. He said it was "Good for them to get over it" although none of the students believed him, they thought he was a physcomaniac anyway. In Chemistry you could feel the intense amount of tension in the air, and luckily to date Mathine and Lukas hadn't needed to exchange any words in that lesson, or any at all.
Unfortunately for them though, they shared quite a few lessons together. In Drama, the two made sure to work on the complete opposite side of the room, but somehow still got grouped together but made sure never to speak to each other. In the other sciences they sat as far apart as the teacher would allow, and made sure to never work together for any experiments. In Geography and History the two never had any reason to talk, so they kept it that way. In ICT they never really did anything, so they were fine there too, as long as there was no group work. It was in Cooking, however, when their next incident took place.
Mathine and Lukas were working on the same side of the room, but on different tables. They were making fresh pizza from scratch, and Mathine was cutting up her tomatoes when she heard a large crash to the floor. Someone had knocked a tray of cutlery to the floor, without looking she sighed and started to pick it up. Lukas had also reached for the same tray and their hands gently brushed against each other's. As soon as that happened they looked at each other and heard a distinct whistle from the other side of the room, from that weird kid Alfred. Immediately both parties stood up quickly, ready to defend themselves.
"As if I'd go for her" Lukas started, glaring at the American "she's as vicious as a wild animal"
Mathine gasped, glaring at the Norwegian "Hey! You're the one to talk! At least I can cope with a little pain!"
"Not really, you went to hospital!"
"My mother made me"
"Maybe it's because she's stupid, because she's a Dane"
"What are you saying about Danes!"
"Nothing, just they're stupid"
"At least I have friends who wants to talk to me!"
Lukas thought for a moment, there was a "oooo" sound coming from the other students in the room. The teacher, Mr. Bonnefoy, was watching, trying to figure out what to do.
"At least I'm not like you, you're so manly it doesn't shock me nobody wants you" he replied.
Mathine's mouth went agape, and she grabbed for the first thing she saw, the knife she used to cut her tomatoes.
Upon seeing the weapon, Lukas grabbed a knife from the floor and held it to the Dane, Mathine held hers back. Both students glared at each other with such intensity that it could burn a hole in their skulls if they tried hard enough.
Both of them threw the knives at each other.
That's when the police were called.
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This time, the two families were sat in the office with the headmaster, Mr. Vargas, the police, and all the teachers Lukas and Mathine had lessons they shared with. All of the teachers complained of various disruptions or problems caused by having the two students together in their class. Since the school couldn't change their classes they had to find new ways to change their behaviour. The police had taken the details of the children and their families and made reports for them on the incidents. Also, now Mathine had a nice scar on her left cheek, and Lukas had a few massive ones on his hands. They had both seen to hospital attention, and now it was down to the school.
All of a sudden their Drama teacher, Mr. Karpusi, whispered something into Mr. Vargas' ear and the Italian smiled with delight. "That's a great idea, Heracles!" he turned to the two rivalling families. "Now, either your children go by this task and never get in any more fights, or else they're expelled. Our school is doing an end of year play of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. We're starring Lukas and Mathine as the main characters. No ands or buts."
Lukas and Mathine's mouths dropped at these words, and both were about to complain. There is so way they could work together on a play, yet alone Romeo and Juliet.