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Chapter 2

Lovino was shaking like crazy.

'An earthquake?? Or is this just a fucked up dream??' He wondered as he grabbed the bed's edges, in an attempt to stop going up and down or at least somehow control it.

And then, he opened his eyes.

"Fratello! Fratello! Wake up! We're late for school!" He heard a voice from above him, and as his vision got clear, he realized that it was his brother's.

"Leave me alone..." Lovino  muttered. He was still being shaken by the shoulders, so he put his hand on Feliciano's face and weakly tried to push him away.

"Lovi! It's eight in the morning!"

"I don't give a- WAIT WHAT?" Lovino sat up simultaneously, sending the other to the floor.

"Si... The alarm clock didn't ring..." Feliciano tried to explain, and rubbed the back of his head.

In the blink of an eye, Lovino had had a shower, worn his uniform, shoved random books in his bag and blasted out of the house. Feliciano tried to catch up with him, and soon they were just out of the school's gates.

'Almost on time. Almost.' Lovino thought as he took some deep breaths. Man, he hadn't run like that for a long-ass time.

After a little, he wiped the sweat off his forehead with his shirt's sleeve and walked to his locker.

For once, the hallway was actually quiet. He couldn't hear anything, except for some loud footsteps. The problem is, the footsteps sounded awfully close, and they were coming even closer by the second. He didn't dare look, but he had to as someone tapped his shoulder.

"Lovino, what are you doing? Shouldn't you be in class?"

He slowly turned his head, and was relieved not to find a teacher.

"I woke up later than usual, that's all." he shrugged, but Elizaveta was glaring at him with her emerald green eyes.

"I'll let you pass for now, but if I find you searching for whatever in my locker again, I'll..."

Lovino didn't hear the rest. MY locker? Like, HER locker?? "Fuck it, wrong locker" he said gritting his teeth, angry with himself.

"Heh, it's alright" Elizaveta smiled and put her hand on his shoulder. "I'll go now, see ya later!"

Then, she left. Lovino sighed and took the books he needed. He ran to his classroom, where a not-so-happy teacher waited for him.

The lesson was over surprisingly quickly, and so did the ones that followed. Soon enough, he was having lunch in the dining room, next to Antonio. Feliciano was at another table with Ludwig and Kiku.

Antonio always agreed to sit with him, even though he had his own friends. He was a part of the Bad Touch Trio, the school's most known group. It consisted of the Tomato Bastard (Antonio), the Potato Bastard #2 (Gilbert), and the Wine Bastard (Francis).

The Bad Touch Trio were reckless and never cared about what the others said about them, so they'd always do crazy stuff that left the others amazed.

Lovino didn't have almost anything in common with them, but he knew Antonio since they were little, so they'd talk sometimes. That was the only chance he had to communicate with Gilbert too. 

"I'll go talk to Francis and Gilbert now, wanna come?" Antonio asked with a smile. Lovino thought about it for a little and nodded.

"Bonjour! How are you, mon ami?" Francis asked Lovino politely when he saw them approaching.