Hello my name is: a PruCan fanfic

Chapter 5

The next week I couldn't stop glancing over my shoulder. Glancing around. Did Gilbert actually know?

That week I also hung out with Feliciano and Ludwig. It was good to be around them, and although Ludwig was Gilbert's younger brother, he wasn't as infuriating. When he tried to talk to me about the albino I deflected the topic by mumbling pasta under my breath and triggering Feli to start on a speech about the carbohydrates.

I could feel my muscles tense as I whipped around my head to see Francis talking about me. What was he even saying? Was he saying I WAS in fact gay? That stupid Frenchie. He never even talks to me besides family meetings.

It only got worse as Gilbert seemed more determined to mess with me. Brushing past me, strip teases, even whispering things in my ear. Soon enough the thought of him made my blood boil to unbelievable standards. What did he even think he was doing!

The shrill bell ran indicating the end of the day and pulling me from my thoughts. Glancing at the notes I was supposed to be taking I sighed only seeing angry doodles that reflected my thoughts before packing up my stuff.

Waiting for everyone to file out and then some before I left, I made sure I had everything. I hated walking down the hallways when they were so crowded. They were always full of idiots who thought it was the best thing ever to stand in the middle of it, or even take up most of it. Or the people who would shove their friends causing them to slam into you! Worst of all that awkward interaction when you were walking and someone's walking toward you in the same pathway.

I just avoided the hallway.

Sighing once I entered the mostly safe hallway I made my way to my locker blinking at the sight I was met with.

"Ivan?"

I ask, my quiet voice barely reaching him as the big Russian man turns to me and offers a small smile.

To clarify the person I called Ivan and described as a big Russian man is one of my hockey buddies. He transferred schools a while ago, but I guess he's back. It's so good to see him. I made a mental note that he still wore the scarf everywhere he went.

He was a larger man, and intimidating to practically everyone I know. He has platinum blonde hair, and large purple eyes. I know he doesn't have many friends, but I think it's due to the creepy aura he gives off sometimes. I like him though.

"Oh! Comrade Matvey! It is good to see you again!"

His accent hasn't seemed to drop either. Watching him step aside so I could get to my locker I don't see why people find him so intimidating. Placing my books inside I was always awkward with conversation. After gathering all my stuff I smiled at him.

"Sorry, it's really good to see you too!"

An embarrassed blush sprinkled my cheeks as I watched him laugh. I could tell he was noting how I was still such a social butterfly. Please note the sarcasm there.

Checking the clock I gasped before turning to him.

"I, umm, I."

I felt tongue tied as I watch Ivan nod.

"Do you want to ride with me? We do have some catching up to do."

Shaking my head I blushed again. Why was I cursed to be so awkward with people?

My brows knitted together as I watched Alfred approach, hand in the air ready to call my name. His expression looked ready to murder though.

Alfred hated Ivan for some reason. It may have something to do with the one time we challenged each other for a hockey match and he pummeled me into dust.