Your Chess Piece

I wish I was you

Ciel started to debate moving, just going to class, until he heard his name. His name and then something he couldn't quite make out. Ciel instantly froze.

"No, seriously, I'll slap him, hes such a-" the rest of the sentance was muffled, someone cut him off. Whispers continued for the next 30 seconds until someone knocked on Ciel's door.

"Hey, who's in there?" One asked. Ciel paled and stood perfectly still, standing so they couldn't see him through the gaps in the door. Muttering than insults I'm personally, not allowed to say then started. Then a kick to the door made Ciel jump, and he had to cover his mouth. Another kick, then another.

Ciel absolutely hated Alois' friends. And for some reason, they seemed to hate him. Ciel began to get angry and he thought of Alois talking behind Ciels back to his friends. His friends agreeing with him, well, because they're his friends. Instantly after the anger, came a wave of saddness, which he felt pathetic for. He was Ciel Phantomive! The untouchable person, the one who wasn't hurt. At least, thats what he convinced himself...

He nearly jumped again, as the door swung open with a huge bang. Hopefully a savior had come, like an angel, to rescue him.

"Excuse me, why aren't you in class?" someone asked coldly. Wait, he'd heard that voice before. No wait, of course he had, this was Claude!

"None of your buissness, is it Claude?" replied one of them confidently. Now this was not a good idea. You see, Claude reminded Ciel of Sebastian in a lot of ways, they were both cool, smart, confident and could defiantly win a fight with you or anyone else.

"If I tell a teacher, it won't be my buissness since you'll be expelled, so I think you should leave to go elsewhere for this lesson," he suggested calmy glarring at the group.

"F-fine, we will then, come on lets go," One of them decided, as they all left. I sighed in relief, only to realise Claude was still there.

"And who's in the cubicle?" He asked. I stepped out, and as I saw him I couldn't take it. This was the person Alois loved. He loved his glasses, hair, face, eyes, everything about him. This was the person Alois was using me for.

I couldn't take it as my eyes welled up, I slid to the floor, tears rolling down my cheeks.