That's the problem with Highschool

Chapter 1: Homeroom

Grade 10D, a class known throughout WW-Acadamy for it's trouble-makers. This particular class had been to much for seven different prefects already. Today it would be going on to it's eighth, the children in other classes were already setting up the bets for how long this one would last

In the corner of the class's home-room, a brunette was hunched over a maths assignment, one that was due today, in the next lesson no less. Lovano worked as fast as he could, trying to work out the equations for a subject he hated.

For this reason he didn't even bother glancing up at the boy who'd just entered the class. To be more precise, the prefect who had just entered the class. Then again, no-one in this class ever did anyway, they just kept chatting and fooling around.

"Ahem." The matric said, announcing his presence, however it was to no avail. His olive-green eyes flicked over the class, trying to pick up any signs of acknowledgement. After a few seconds with no response he tried again, smiling brightly. "Quite down please." Antonio requested, this got a little more attention than his prior attempt. However all it got in response was several snickers and a few calls of 'loser'.

In the back of the class though, Antonio noticed a honey eyed boy who actually seemed to be paying some amount of attention. Though the moment the Spaniard's eyes met his Lovano cast his gaze downwards to his work.

After meeting the prefect's gaze Lovano immediately tried to busy himself with work, regretting ever having looked up. After a while, meaning a few minutes before next period, the class finally calmed down enough to take register. Which all the while the Italian tried to avoid looking up during which.

As soon as the bell rung Lovano grabbed his bag and stalked out the class, brushing past the prefect as he did so. He hoped this one wouldn't last long, or did he?

Antonio was rather shocked by, the seemingly only well behaved, boy's sudden change in attitude. It was only as the shorter brunette walked past did he notice the faint pink on his cheeks. Upon noticing this Antonio couldn't help but grin. This was certainly something he hadn't expected when he offered to take charge of the unruliest class in school.

Well, it was to soon to say anything for certain, but this was could wind up rather interestingly. Antonio thought. It was only then he noticed the paper sticking out of his pocket. He looked at it quizzically. He was sure it hadn't been there before. The Spaniard shrugged it off and opened it, on it in messy, yet rather attractive handwriting was:

Drop the nice act or drop the class.

-Lovano.

He smiled at the note despite it's rather harsh words, Lovano must have slipped it to him as he walked past. Pretty impressive, I didn't even notice. After packing up his own books the matric made his way to the library, relived that his first period was a free. It would have been a nightmare getting to class from here directly.

Lovano handed in his half done assignment, cursing under his breath as the teacher gave him a look of disappointment. "Why'd that damn bastard have to distract me!" He muttered. Though even the thought of the, admittedly attractive, senior was enough to tinge his face pink.

"This term is going to be a nightmare."