You're Not Allowed To Fall in Love With Me (COMPLETED)

Chapter 3

The bell rang for lunch and kids crowded the corridors, struggling to get out of the classrooms. Virgil looked up from his vantage point and laughed slightly to himself. Looking back down at the notebook balanced in his lap, he wrote down what he could see from the wall he was sitting cross-legged on. His black notebook was filled with pages and pages of notes on the student body and how people acted in different situations. This was one of the reasons he skipped class so much. So that, when the kids who had stayed in school came piling out into the playground, he could examine how different groups acted around each other. So far, he had identified seven different groups.

The drama/weird kids. They mostly stood near the school building, laughing loudly and reading off scripts and book quotes. Most of them, Virgil noted, were girls.

The sporty kids. They hung out near and on the grass, kicking a football around or playing rugby. They were loud, almost always covered in mud to some extent and didn't care whether the ball they were kicking or throwing hit someone or not.

The bookworms. This wasn't a group as such, these were just people dotted around the playground who always had their noses in a book. Virgil had classes these people as a group because they sometimes sat together, discussing the books they were reading or shooting glances at each other, wanting to be alone in their little bubble.

The gossipers. This group consisted mostly of girls and a few boys. They didn't have a place where they 'hung out' they mostly just wandered around the playground, talking to everyone. Virgil had observed a very interesting blow up when a gossiper had tried repeatedly to talk to a bookworm and had distracted them from their book.

The nice/quiet kids. These were the kids who either adopted everyone or were adopted by everyone. These were the only people the bookworms tolerated because they were more than happy to sit quietly, just soaking up the friendship energy, as the bookworm finished their chapter. Virgil had noticed that a bookworm and a quiet kid sat together often. Both looked to be boys, Virgil could never be sure, and both had glasses.

The 'best friend' kids. These were the kids who hung out in groups of two, often walking up and down the concrete while chatting and laughing. Virgil had grouped these people together because sometimes, without realising it, the 'best friends' would all group together by the grass, chatting to one another and never noticing the other pairs all around them.

The populars. This was the group Virgil was the wariest of. These people hung out in groups of three or four and they never really had anything in common. Of course, they had a structure. There was a leader, a vice-president and the groundlings. The people who were just clinging on to the edge of this group. Mostly, these people were insanely popular because their leader was. For example, Roman, Remus and Janus. R.R.J. Virgil had used this example countless times. Roman was the leader, the queen bee. He started by hanging out with the drama kids before gaining more popularity and moving away. Then, there was Remus. The boy was sick in the head but vice-president. Being Roman's brother gave him a one-way pass to being popular. And then there was Janus. Remus' boy toy of two years. Virgil was surprised that his ex-best friend had been able to hang on to the popular group for so long.

Virgil looked down at his book, flicking back through the pages. Hundreds, thousands maybe, of notes, all on the student body and social construct of school. Of course, here and there were some quick sketches of different stereotypes of the different groups. Virgil looked up and spied that a fight was about to happen between a drama kid and a sporty kid. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. As if the sporty kid stood a chance. Drama kids were explosive when they wanted to be and if this sporty kid had riled the drama kid up enough for them to agree to a fight, this sporty kid was about to feel the full wrath of a drama kid's anger.

"Pretty horrid, isn't it?" A voice asked from beside Virgil, making him jump. Virgil looked up and did a double take. It was Roman. Just like Janus had said. Roman looked at Virgil, expecting him to answer. Virgil looked back at his book, his eyes flicking up from the page to look at the fight. His left hand floated along the page, thin slanted scribbles appearing along the page.

"Are you... writing about this?" Roman asked, looking from Virgil's book to the fight and back again. Virgil hugged his book closer to his chest, dropping his legs over the edge of the wall, his school shoes catching in the sun.

Virgil tensed his body slightly as Roman sat on the wall beside him. He and Roman had never talked, why was Roman suddenly interested in Virgil's business? Why did Roman care about what Virgil wrote about?

"Hello?" Roman asked, poking Virgil in the shoulder. Virgil swallowed down the ball of anxiety growing in his throat. He didn't like being touched. "Are you going to answer me?"

Virgil realised that his first tactic, ignoring, wasn't going to work. So, he switched to his next tactic. Cold answers.

"Does it bother you that I'm writing about a fight?" Virgil asked, surprised that the words could make it past the anxiety that seemed to be clogging his throat.

"No, but-"

"Then why are you asking me about it?" Virgil asked sharply, his steely grey eyes flicking towards Roman.

"If looks could kill." Roman thought briefly. "I'm just curious in what you're doing, that's all."

"Why?" Virgil asked. "Why do you give a damn," he snapped his book closed, "about what I'm doing."

For once, Roman could find no answer. He hadn't expected this much hostility from anyone. Virgil seemed to read his mind and a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Aw, a little out of your comfort zone, Princey?" He asked, his voice changing from sharp and cold to patronizing. "Well, deal with it." He hissed before jumping down from the wall and walking off, his nose back in his notebook, scribbling down something about the fight.

Roman swallowed, unsure about what had just happened. He heard a familiar laugh from behind him and turned around.

"Oh, that was fun to watch." Remus said, wiping away an imaginary tear, still laughing. Even Janus was snickering slightly. "This is the best bet I could've ever been part of."

"Oh shut up, Remus." Roman snapped bitterly. This made Remus laugh even more.

"That 20 quid is as good as mine, Roman. Start saving up."