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

Chapter 11

Virgil's grey eyes left his notebook page briefly before he looked back down and kept writing.

"What do you want Princey?" He asked, swinging his legs slightly, the backs of his feet hitting the wall he was sitting on.

"I, um, I wanted to apologise." Roman said, surprisingly sheepishly for someone like him. Virgil laughed quietly, the sound devoid of any humour or good feelings, and closed his notebook.

"Do you now?" He asked sceptically. Roman nodded slightly and sat down next to Virgil, enough distance between them to send Virgil the message that his personal space was respected. "How do I know you're being truthful and just not lying through your teeth? You are an actor after all and isn't that what actors do? Lie?"

Virgil opened his black notebook again and started scribbling down some more notes.

"I haven't seen you in Music recently." Roman said, mentally face-palming at the lousy conversation starter.

"I've started skipping again." Virgil said, not looking up from his notes.

"Do you want to fail the school year? We're studying for GCSEs. This is the worst time to skip."

Virgil laughed, this time looking up at Roman. "You say that like I'll care. I don't intend to go for my GCSEs. I'm going to publish my notes and make a book out of this school." Virgil sighed almost unnoticeably. "And when I do that, I won't need GCSE results."

"Yes, you will." Roman said, a tiny sliver of doubt creeping into his voice.

"See, even you doubt that I'll need test results." Virgil laughed again at the look on Roman's face. "Don't worry, you weren't that obvious. I've been studying the social construct of school and the different groups and I've also noticed how different people speak when they mean different things. The tone of your voice suggests that I've made you question whether GSCEs are important or not." Virgil smiled triumphantly, his face lighting up for a split second before the smile was gone and he looked back at his notes.

"D'you suppose that people will be interested in the scribblings of a 15-year-old boy?" Roman asked, the doubt apparent in his voice now. Virgil shrugged.

"Some will, some won't. As long as the people who are reading my notes get thinking and start looking for social construct, even if it's just once, I'll be fine."

"D'you suppose your anxiety can take your work being in the limelight?" Roman asked without really thinking. Virgil's head snapped up and he glared at Roman, his eyes sharp. There was a glint, though, just a hint of fear right at the back of his iris that showed that he was human.

"How did you know about that?" He hissed and if you listened carefully, which Roman was unintentionally doing, you could hear the tiny spark of fear that had been in his eyes had moved down to his voice. But only if you were really listening. "No one's meant to know about that."

"I'm pretty sure everyone's aware of it." Roman muttered, not thinking again. Virgil's eyes grew wide, then narrowed in anger.

"That two-faced snake." He hissed.

"I don't think Janus had anything to do with it." Roman said hurriedly.

"Of course you protect your friend."

Roman laughed suddenly. "Janus is not my friend. Never has been. I just tolerate him because my brother would have my head if I didn't."

"Then why are you lying for him?"

"I'm not." Roman protested. "He had nothing to do with it, I know he didn't."

"And how do you know that?" Virgil hissed, sitting back down and facing Roman. Roman swallowed slightly. Should he tell? He decided he would.

"One of my.... friends. He saw you having a panic attack and word just sorta... got around. Blonde hair? Called Daniel?"

Virgil's eyes glinted with something Roman couldn't quite place. "A Gossiper, of course it was a Gossiper." Virgil mumured to himself as he flicked back through his notes. He stopped on a page with a drawing of a boy and stabbed at the drawing.

"This him?" Virgil asked accusingly. Roman looked at the slightly crude drawing and nodded. "Shit." Virgil hissed before getting up abruptly and walking away.