2p!Austria x Mom!Reader- Foster parent

Twenty-Three

School is long.

School is frustrating.

School is slowly murdering him from the inside-out with no remorse for its actions.

Lutz shook his head as he walked to first period. His inner thoughts were starting to sound like Gilligan, but the mix-match voices in the halls and the copious amount of bodies crowding around him came close to snapping something in his brain.

He knew it wasn't their fault. They couldn't help that their everyday behavior got on his nerves for some strange reason, but that didn't stop the fact that his nerves were getting ground into sand and he wasn't sure why.

Lutz took a seat at his desk, music turned to a hundred and blaring through his earphones, but even with the blatant distraction of Five Finger Death Punch rattling his eardrums, his foot continued to tap the ground. He was confused by the frustration bubbling over inside of him, and the lack of answers to his emotions only irritated him more.

A pair of hands slammed down onto his desk. Being that they were connected to a female, he took out one of his earphones to give her a piece of his attention.

The familiar curly haired, light-skinned female stared at him. She straightened up and frowned.

"What?" Lutz said.

"What's irritating you?" she asked with hints of sass underlining her tone.

"You."

"I just started talking."

"Crazy, right?"

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

Lutz went to put the earbud back in.

"Stop," she said. "I'm not done talking to you."

He sighed. "Of course you're not, Arleta." Lutz put down the earbud and went on and took out the other one as well. 

"You used to like when I bothered you," she said.

"Who told you that?"

"Don't be difficult."

"Force of habit."

"So, what's up?" she moved her hands to her hips. "What's your deal, huh? I figured you would be in a better mood since your brother's not here. I didn't see him at lunch yesterday. Is he sick or is your dad back?"

Before Lutz could answer, a group of boys laughing caught both of their attentions.

Lutz felt the thinnest wire in his brain yank on either side. The opposing forces pulled on the poor little string of sanity.

"Yeah, I bet his ass ain't coming back," the boy with sponged out black, coily hair said.

Arleta turned to the boys. "Excuse you, but do you mind getting your nose the fuck out of my conversation?"

"Sorry, Letty," the palest in the group of three said. "We just figured you'd be one of the first to hear, since you ride the fuckboy's dick so hard."

"He got his ass kicked by Nigel Gaines yesterday." The third boy in the group had long, light brown hair with frizzy curls and noticeably crooked and spaced out teeth. "He stomped him out in the halls. Shit, I wouldn't come back to school either after that."

That single wire struggled to keep itself together, but Lutz could feel it wearing. The wire was not sturdy enough for the game of tug-of-war it was being used for in his head.

"You guys are so stupid," Arleta said. "Roderich and Nigel are friends."

"Aww, really, Letty?" the pale one patronized her. "I had no idea they were friends."