School Drama (Spamano)

Chapter 2

"Uhh... why?" Was the first thing I could think to say.

"Because I want to talk you more?" Came the offhand reply.

I rolled my eyes. This fucker seemed so happy and innocent... but he was also kind of smoothly... romantic? He seemed a little flirty at times, but at others he seemed compmetely smol.

"Fine." I muttered, before giving him my number half reluctantly, half wanting to.

I mean, it's not like I really wanted to talk to him more, he just seemed like the type of guy who wouldn't give up. Antonio saved my contact and texted me, so I saved his. Like most of my contacts, Antonio did not have his actual name, I instead opted for 'Bastard'. Just simple, really.

I peered up from my phone at the Spaniard, who was smiling and supposedly texting someone. Though he was a total bastard, I definatley had to admit that he was a hot bastard. And maybe that's why I gave him my number... but enough of that.

Suddenly, I heard distant clip-clops of heels from down the corridoor, telling me that a teacher was walking our way. I slid my phone into my pocket, nudging Antonio to tell him to do the same. So he did. Gazing back at the door, I saw a rather strict looking female teacher, dressed in possibly the most cliché pencil skirt with black tights, white blouse and suit jacket combo. Her hair was scraped back into the tightest bun I've ever seen, and she also wore a pair of thin frame glasses. The woman looked like something out of every back to school advert ever.

"Antonio Fernandez Carreido." She began, folding her arms.

"Yes?" The Spaniard answered nonchalantley.

"This classroom is for school reps and student council members only." Uptight woman snapped.

"Your point being?"

"Then may I enquire as to why HE is in here?" Everytime she spoke, the teacher's face got more and more scrunched up. And I had to hold back the urge to retaliate to the 'he', I have a name you know!

"Lovino is in here," Antonio answered surprisingly calmly, with an air of happiness. Or maybe he always had that aura. "Lovino is in here because he had an injury that I was sorting out."

Biting down on my lip, I swallowed to fight myself from smirking. Yeah, up yours, you stupid cow! Don't come striding in here with your too tight pencil skirt and a stick up your arse thinking you're all that- Antonio Fernandez Carreido has my fucking back, bitch. But that gets me thinking, Antonio is kind of... protecting me. Religiously. Without faltering.

Sweet.

"Oh... well.." Now the teacher was flustered- she obviously hadn't got a clue what to say. "Well, carry on then." Were her words before she hastilly clip-clopped back away from the room.

"Huh." I mused.

"I know right?" Antonio replied.

"Same." I replied. "That's like, the most you're gonna get out of me, by the way."

"Fair enough. You'll tell me more over texts anyways!" The Spaniard giggled.

"Uh, why? Because I'm pretty sure I know what I'm fucking texting." I spat angrily.

"You'll tell me more because it's scientifically proven that people do so due to the fact that they feel less threatened-"

"Okay, okay! I get it." I pouted. "You're such a know-it-all bastard."

"Can't help that I'm smarter than you." Antonio said.

I snapped my head in his direction, slightly taken aback by his comment.

"That sass though." I scoffed. "Anyways, as if. I bet you're dumb as fuck."

"Okay, fine, you're probably smarter." The brunette laughed nonchalantly.

I let out a pleased sort of 'hm' sound, befire flicking out my phone again to check the time. When I saw that it was 11:55, I cringed and sighed.

"'Sup?" Antonio asked, peering over at me.

"Next lessons in five minutes." I replied, shoving my phone into my bag and swinging it over my shoulder. Antonio grabbed his from the side aswell.

"I'll walk you." He smiled.

I shuddered and rolled my eyes, turning and walking out the door and towards the maths corridoors.

"No you wont!" I called back at him, strutting away.

Antonio ran after me until he caught up.

"But what if you get hurt?" He asked.

"I wont." I replied curtly.

"But you might-"

"I wont."

"Okay, what do have next, then?" The brunette said, going for a different approach.

"Oh," I sighed sarcastically. "It's this really great lesson called piss off."

"Lovi!" Antonio whined, but he was cut off by a shout from the distance.

"Toni!" I said, and as I spun around to see who it was, the Spaniard was engulfed in a flurry of energy.

I recognized the person who had basically glomped Antonio (or Toni, I guess) as Gilbert Beilschmidt, an annoyingly energetic German albino. Behind him stood Francis Bonnefoy, but I just knew him as Frog.

I smirked, then decided to slip away in the commotion. So, without Antonio knowing, I walked away from the three best friends and to my next lesson.