My (shitty) High School Experience (Prumano AU)

Chapter 1

A/N: Erm, hey~! I'm here with a PruMano AU~! I made the Bad Touch Trio and Lovino in the same grade for the sake of the story, sorry. This is all in Lovino's point of view unless I say differently. So, sit back, relax, and enjoy~!

   High school, the best years of your life~! Lifetime bonds are made. The most memorable years of your life!

Haha no.

   I'm Lovino Vargas. Older brother of Veneziano Feliciano Vargas, aka Feli and Romeo Vargas.

   High school sucks. Don't listen to all those fucking stupid ass quotes about high school being awesome. It's a bunch of judgemental, annoying, lying, manipulating, cheating bastards in one building.

I hate it.

   It'd be so much better if these guys, Francis, Antonio, and Gilbert, would stop bothering me. It's annoying!

No no, it gets worse.

   That last bastard I mentioned, Gilbert, is my room mate. Of all people, I'm stuck with him.

Welcome to my (shitty) high school experience.

Beep~ Beep~ Beep~

   I groaned as I sat up and turned my alarm clock off. Just great, another day of being bother by the 'Bad Touch Trio'. Aka Antonio, Francis, and Gilbert. I stood up and stretched, yawning. I walked to the bathroom and stripped down. I looked at the white scars that covered his torso and back. My parents... ugh. I shivered at the thought of my parents. 

Don't think of those worthless bastards. 

  I told myself as I turned the water on and spent the next five minutes adjusting it. I could never get the perfect temperature. I eventually gave up and entered the steaming hot shower.

   It seems as if the how shower had washed away all my thoughts.

   I squirted a good quarter sized glob of shampoo in my hand and scrubbed my hair, avoiding the curl of course.

   I closed my eyes, so the soap won't get in them, and kept scrubbing. Since my luck is shit, I ended up with soap in my eyes.

   I yelped and tried to get the soap out. You have never known pain until you've gotten a good amount of shampoo in your eye.

   I had managed to get most of the shampoo out of my eye. It just left a faint stinging. I turned off the shower and stepped out, my eyes still stinging slightly.

   I fished around for a towel and wrapped it around my body. I have to hide the scars. My parents, before they left, would beat me and sometimes Feliciano and Romeo.

   One day, we went to visit out grandpa. Our parents said they were going to out for a bit and never came back. Our grandpa took care of us three for awhile. Now we're all at the school.

I stepped out of the bathroom and headed to my room. It's a fairly normal room. Bed in one corner, desk in another and the dresser in between. I threw on a t-shirt with the Italian flag on it, and some skinny jeans. I brushed through my hair, a annoying ass knot here and there. I slipped on some black converse and left the dorm.

Great, another day of shitty classes, and the fucking 'bad touch trio' being annoying ass bastards.