Your eyes flutter open, immediately spotting urgent red eyes. What did Gil want now, it was the middle of English class, for cryin' out loud... You had just fallen asleep....
"___!" He hisses.
You glare at him and, more loudly than you meant to, say,"What do you want, you awful fish?!"
Gilbert chokes on a couple chuckles as your English teacher comes out of nowhere, giving you her best Death Stare of Doom.
"Excuse me?" She clears her throat.
You whip around and sputter,"U-Uh, Gilbert wanted something...."
"Yes, I heard that, as well as your shouting! My classroom is not the place for raised voices! You should know better, ___,"She scolds disapprovingly.
"Sorry,"You grumble, giving Gilbert the bird behind your chair.
The teacher frowns and continues to scribble things down on the board. You turn around. Gilbert throws you a note and gestures with his hands to take it quickly. You feign knocking your pencil off your desk and bend over to retrieve the note as well as your writing utensil.
The teacher turns around, for whatever reason, and says slowly,"Gilbert, why don't you read your poem? We've all been working on ours, I think it's time to share them."
Poems?!, you think frantically as you hurriedly stuff the note in your pocket. You needed to write one down right now, you'd be next to share, by the looks of it. Damn, Gilbert! He was always pulling you into trouble with him!
You're so busy racking your brain for rhyming words you almost miss Gilbert's poem.
In his proudest voice, Gilbert practically shouts:
"You stare and you look and all you see is a pile,
But make no mistake, I'm one in a million!
Take me and lets get wild!
Take me before I go up and run!
Bitch please, I'm original and perfect!
Their lies made me into the awesome person I am today!
Be grateful for their sins, checked,
Be grateful that I'm okay!
I know I've been through a lot, and you should know too,
But after my hardships I can still smile and be happy!
That just proves how cool I am, I knew!
Now, praise me because I'm awesome! Adore me!"
Ba-dump... Ba-dump... Ba-dump...
Naw, just kidding. That doesn't make sense.
"CLASS!" Your teacher fumes."Mr. Beilshmidt! You will sit down right now! Your detention will be after this period, no questions asked, and you'll be here with me. I will not tolerate that behavior and language!"
You stifle a strong giggle. She turns around to you and points at your desk, her face like the devil. "I don't suppose you have a better paper, ____? Go on, then. Enlighten us with your wordly magic."
Your face goes blank. And this is why you hated this teacher. Having all classes with Gilbert was coincidental and unfortunate at the very least, but having this be your last class meant more detentions.
Blushing slightly, you rose from your seat and cough. For once, the room is silent.
"I hate your guts because I love you.
I hate your face, but I love it, too.
I want you to die, but not without me.
B-Bastard, I'll never let you be free."
"___!" She gasps,"For the third time this month, you'll be stuck in here with Gilbert! I'd expect you to learn from your mistakes, the both of you!"
She storms back to her desk at the front of the room. You steal a glance from the haughty albino. He's smirking as all hell as usual. He mouths,'Love you, too.'
Bushing, you loose balance and you and your chair fall backward. The teacher slams her fist down on the desk hard.
"That is IT. I don't want to see either of your faces anymore today. Antonio, you can authorize these two for their detention."
Antonio, the straight A student, is zoning off, but his elbow slips and his hand falls from beneath him, his chin banging on the surface of the desk.
"You heard me. Homework tonight is..." The teacher's nasal voice drones on, but between your aching backside and confusion/frustration directed at Gilbert, you don't hear a word.
Honestly, the poem that you shared wasn't meant for anyone, you didn't think so. But the more you pondered over the matter, it was, in a way, true...
And, as Gilbert had undoubtedly inferred, it was about him. Maybe you didn't feel so strong, but really, the feeling was there...
...And now, you had to spend a whole detention with the fucker.
You did your best to get good grades! And, to add more, there wasn't a semester this year where you'd gotten lower than a B! You hadn't done drugs or had shots at any of the parties you've been to! So why was life so cruel?!
...Wait...if a student, that student being the spacey Antonio, is authorizing detention...
He'd probably fall asleep in the first 10 minutes...
...Which would leave the albino and you to...
You grab your face with your face and glare pointedly at your paper as if you could make it go up in flames. It's not the time to think about this shit.
Concentrate concentrate concentrate...
But by the time you finish 3 or 4 other lines, the bell rings. Gilbert's sly voice is instantly shooting through your brain, all other sounds have seemed to evaporate.
You sink down in your desk further. He takes a chair next to you and sits, bending in closer.
Turning to his voice, you jump when you realize how close you are to his pale lips. Antonio chuckles.
"Look at the two sneaky lovebirds, using detention as an advantage~ Do you guys do 'H' stuff every time you get detentions? That must be why you're always here so often!"Antonio laughs.
"Wh-What?" You gasp. You try to change the subject,"How do you know we're here all the time?"
"Ah, Lovino and I get into a lot of trouble, so I get detentions half as much as you do~"
"Then why do you sound so happy?" Gil asks, irritated.
"Cuz...'cuz..I'm always like this when I'm sleepy..."
"You must be tired a lot..." Gilbert mutters as Antonio finally falls victim to exhaustion.
"Well, he did say he fools around with Lovino a lot,"You say nonchalantly.
Gilbert looks at you funny. You blush once you think of what you just said. "Sure..." Gilbert's gaze doesn't move, but intensifies.
"...What're y-you looking a-at?" Your voice betrays you, shaking and unsteady.
"You tell me~"
"That doesn't make any sense at all."
Gilbert rolls his eyes."It's a question, ____. Just answer it."
"Fine. You're looking at someone who doesn't deserve to be in detention with a cocky German and overly-sexually-active Spaniard-geek. There."
"Ouch. Never knew you were so skeptic."
"I bet you don't even know what that means."
"Hey! Well... I bet you don't know what lascivious means!"
You blush. "Gil! That's lewd!"
"Lud? No, he's probably home by now..."
"No, I meant the word! That's, like, wanton and stuff!" Your blush darkens.
"Oh... So you do know what it means."
"Yeah. I do." You stare pensively at the German as he does the same.
"...What now?" He asks, bored.
"Well um... What was that in English?" You were honestly curious about what Gil had mouthed, maybe it wasn't what you had thought it was.
"What, my poem?" Gilbert looks a little confused.
"No, what you said after my poem."
"Haha! Oh yeah! You fell right on your ass!" The albino laughs.
You try to shove him with both your hands off his chair. "Shut up! What did you say?"
Gilbert stops laughing to ask,"What do you think I said?"
"I-I...uh...I don't know! I asked the question first! Answer me!" You're growing more and more irritated.
"Fine, I said 'Love you, too!' Happy?" Gilbert folds his arms across his chest and faces the board.
If Antonio had been awake, he'd have said AWWKWAAARD. Though he was an odd one, Antonio could be exceedingly correct at times.
You don't say anything for a while. "I never said I loved you. Besides, were you being serious?"
"___, I think you could figure out my awesomeness would be able to decode your womanly words. It was obvious it was about me." Gilbert's tone of voice is smug and condescending.
"WH-WHAT?! Gilbert, you always think everything is about you! Everything always has to be centered around you because you're so awesome, doesn't it?! Well I think it shouldn't, because if you were truly awesome, I wouldn't be here! It's total bull crap!" You shout, meaning every word.
Gilbert looks a little shocked. You frown and turn away, your temper still flaring silently. It's like that for a few dreadfully long minutes, the only sound was the AC and Antonio snoring, until you feel cold arms wrapping around your middle. Gilbert holds you without making a noise for some time.
Finally, he pipes up. "I was being serious," He whispers gently.
"What?" You're happy Gilbert can't see you right now; your blush is so dark.
"I meant it when I said I love you," He explains, still talking quietly in your ear.
Finally growing a pair, you whip around and hug him back, saying strongly,"Then admit it to my face!"
Slowly, Gilbert's hands come to rest on your back. It felt nice to be held in the cold school classroom, it truly did. But, for some foggy reason, you start to rock back and forth, as if there was some unheard music playing. It was fun and weird...
"What the fuck are we doing...?" You mumble into Gilbert's chest.
"By the looks of it, someone who doesn't deserve to be in detention is dancing with a cocky German and the only other person here is an overly-sexually-active Spaniard-geek."
You chuckle. "Yup. Sounds legit to me."
"So, did you ever read that note I sent you?"
"I was saving it for later..."
"You're so cute~ Read it now."
You pull away just a centimeter and grab the thing from your pants's pocket. Unfolding it, you read the scrawled handwriting:
'Wanna come with me and Luddy tonight to the bowling alley? I bet I'll beat you!'
You laugh. "Sure. But I wouldn't count on my defeat."
"Say whatever you want, I'll still win." He stares at you with endearing eyes.
And silently, but disgustingly romantic, you and Gilbert touch your lips together, reminiscing with only the whirring of the AC to remind you that you were awake.
And Antonio is still asleep, and totally NOT taking pictures of the two of you and posting it on his blog to declare your new-found relationship to the rest of the school.
Or is he...?