2p!Austria x Mom!Reader- Foster parent

Eight

The end of the day.

By the end of the day, Roderich felt great. Nothing could raise his spirits quite like the company of females, and this school was filled with it as long as you knew how to talk to them just the right way. Thanks to his dad, he felt confident enough to get any girl smiling. Even so, there was only one girl he wanted a genuine laugh from, and she sat all the way in the back of the last class he had for the day.

The bell rang; the last bell of the day. Roderich got to his feet and strode off to the desk of the older female as she packed her bag.

"I never took you to be the persistent type," Nadine huffed out with half-lidded eyes as she zipped up her backpack.

"Well, I take offense to that, Ms. Nadine. I consider persistence to be one of my many great qualities."

"Really now?" She got to her feet. "I think I find it a bit annoying." She walked to the door, and Roderich watched her from her desk as she left.

"Are you coming?" she asked as she left out the door.

Like an excited, lost puppy, Roderich followed behind on her heels.

He gave a wide grin as he said, "I'm gonna get straight to the point."

"Wow, okay."

"I want you to be my girl."

"Your girl?"

"Yeah. You want to? Yes or no?"

"You weren't kidding when you said 'straight to the point,' were you?"

"Well, somebody did tell me they hated beating around the bush."

She smiled and turned her head away. "Why, was that me?"

"Come on. Just say yes."

"See, I would, but I can't."

"And why not?"

"Because. You're not too much my type. I'm more into quiet boys."

"I already know you like me. Just say it. You don't like Gil. I bet you're just using him to try and get at me."

She stopped abruptly and turned around. Her look was soft and sarcastic. "It seems to me as if your ego is far too big, so let me knock it down a notch or two. I'm toying with you right now because I think it's funny the way you chase me like a dog chases his tail— in a never-ending circle with an unobtainable end goal.

"Do not tell me my thoughts or feelings on any subject, let alone my tastes and objectives with boys, you narrow-minded, self-interested asshole. The only interest I have in flirtatious garbage such as yourself is to make you bow down and lick my shoes like petty scum. I want nothing more from you, peasant, but to beg to be in my presence. Know your role and play your part. Now, if you are unsatisfied with this role, either fix your personality or back the fuck away from me. Pick one."

She turned back and proceeded to the exit. "Good day."

Roderich stood speechless— frozen and not blinking or possibly even breathing for a while. Never had he been shut down so cruelly and heartlessly. It took awhile for her words to fully register in his brain.

On top of that, he wasn't sure if he liked it or not.

His eyes widened as he snapped back. "O-oh, god. A-am...am I a masochist?"

After a while, he felt someone push him from behind. It was rough and forceful and almost knocked him down.

"The fuck are you doing? Let's go!"

He recognized the voice as Nigel and took the push as nothing more than a friendly little shove. He laughed and followed the boy out of the building.

"You still got what I told you to hold?" Nigel asked.

Roderich nodded. "Yeah, yeah. It's all good. I got it on me."

"Cool. Let's get to Layne's house."

"I'm hungry, though. Can we stop and get something to eat?"

"Shit, you paying for it?"

"Of course."

"Then fuck it. Let's eat!"
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"Tell your mom not to call the police this time."

Lutz swiped up the text he received from Roderich on his way to the bus. He turned up his music. The text alone worked his nerves.

As he got onto the bus and picked his seat, he tossed his bag on the ground in front of him and people-watched out the window. Next thing he knew, one of his earbuds got yanked out of his ear. He shot a sharp glare at whoever was beside him who did it. His look dulled once he realized it was Gilligan.

"Now, you're going to listen to me because I have some words for you, Lutz," Gil said.

Lutz sighed and turned his head.

"You have to be nicer to Roderich. You can't just go saying anything."

"I don't have to do anything."

"T-this is hard for everybody, and you're not doing anything but making it harder!"

"Sorry, I'm not a masochist like you. I like to tell my problems I don't like them."

"I-I am not! I-I just—" Gil shook his head and let out a frustrated sigh. "T-that's not the point! Don't change the subject!"

He huffed and said, "Roderich, and dad, are both our family. You can't just ignore them and brush them off like you do."

"Why? Why should I have to do shit for either one of them? Because you told me to? Because we're blood relatives? Fuck you and fuck them."

"They are trying!" Gil argued.

Lutz lowered his voice as he turned to his brother and said, "Have you ever seen mom look like that?"

Gil fell silent.

"It's his fault. Lenard's did the same shit before too. I already know."

"B-but...Y-you can't just hold that against him. He wasn't trying to. H-he just didn't know. Mom would tell you the same thing; that you shouldn't blame him for that."

"Of course, because she's our mom. She has to say shit like that. Doesn't mean I have to listen to her. I'm fifteen. I'm old enough and smart enough to tell the difference between sugarcoated bullshit and the truth. I'm not about to play nice with the little fuck boy, and you and mom can't make me do it. He can get stomped out in an alley for all I care. And if he does something else to mom, I'm fucking beating his ass myself. Period."