Feli needs to learn to wake the fuck up. He slept in again, so we had to skip breakfast and were late to school again. That little shit better be glad that I'm the best goddamn brother in the world. Any other brother would have left his ass, but no, I have to go out of my way to wait for him and make sure that he actually got to school before lunch and why do I even bother-

"Yo Lovi! Wassup?" A tan arm landed heavily across my shoulders.

"Fuck off Alfred. I'm not in the mood." I shook off his arm and resumed trying to unlock my locker. Stupid shit bitch lock would only open if you jiggled it right.

"Ha! You're never in the mood! Hey, me, Gil, and Franny are going to hang out later with that new kid who moved here last month. What was his name? Tory? Tommy? Oh well, I'll just ask him when I meet him! I don't have any classes with the guy, but Franny and Gil do. So anyway, you wanna come?" I was about to tell Alfred that him and his bastard friends could fuck off, but before I got a chance to say it, he caught sight of Kiku and ran off. Bitch can't even finish a conversation before his ADHD kicks in.

I finally got my locker open only to be greeted by an avalanche of books, binders, and loose papers. I managed to catch most of it because of my cat like reflexes (okay, fine. Semi-cat like reflexes). I shoved the mess back into my locker, picking up the stray papers that had scattered across the floor. As I scanned the area around my locker for any more papers, my eyes caught on a white envelope at my feet. At first I thought that it was someone else's (why would I have a fucking white envelope?) but the cursive Lovino written on the back said otherwise.

I picked it up and admired the cursive. Some stupid bastard really spent some time on it. Idiot. Who addresses letters in cursive anyway? Out of pity for the poor sap who wrote it, I opened the letter. It's not like I was curious or anything, it was only for the sake of the bastard.

Dear Lovino,

I'm probably doing this all wrong. I've never written a note like this before! Ah, but I'm sure that you'll forgive me. You're nicer than most people think.

Anyway, the reason I wrote this is because I love you. You don't know me and we've never spoken, but I've watched you. Not in a stalker way! Just during the classes that we have together and sometimes I glance over at your table during lunch.

I think that you're super cute! You act all grumpy, but I know you aren't as mean as you seem! You aren't afraid to tell people what you think, which is impressive. I always worry about others too much! You're also really creative. I saw the doodle in your notebook when I walked past your desk once. You're very good at drawing! I wonder if you take art?

Whenever you're lost in thought you get this look on you face; it's peaceful and makes my stomach get butterflies. Your eyes are such a pretty color, like roasted marshmallows. That's probably not the most romantic analogy in the world, but oh well. I've always liked marshmallows.

I would like to ask you out, but I'm afraid you'll say no. So, for now, I'll just talk to you this way.

With Love,
Your Secret Admirer

I snorted. This had to be some kind of shitty joke. No one sends secret admirer notes anymore. Especially not ones that are so goddamn cheesy. Even so, I couldn't bring myself to throw the letter away. It wasn't like I actually cared, or that I was hoping that maybe, just maybe the letter was real and there really was someone who was in love with me. No, it definitely wasn't that.

The rest of the morning was pretty boring. I couldn't stop thinking of that damn letter. If it was real (and it probably wasn't, but I might as well at least entertain the idea) the who sent it? The bastard said that I didn't know them, but that they were in some of my classes. I subtly glanced around me at my classmates. Was it one of them? I hoped not, they were all assholes.

By the time lunch rolled around, I was hungry and pissed. Hungry because I skipped breakfast and pissed because my English teacher gave me a fucking 53 on my grammar test. Fucking bitch. I made my way to my usual table after getting my lunch. Green hotdogs and fried okra. Why do the schools even bother to feed us if the food is going to be shit? Looks like I'm bringing my lunch tomorrow.

As I sat down I saw Feli was hanging all over his German bitch (and Ludwig was definitely Feli's bitch and not the other way around. I'll be damned before my brother is anyone's bitch). Alfred was trying to eat and talk at the same time, which sums up his personality pretty well. I got to work trying to figure out if any of the hotdog was edible (probably not, but I was fucking starving).

"Everyone, everyone! Allow me to introduce Antonio, the newest addition to our little group. Be nice, especially you, Lovino!" I scowled at the French bastard. I was always nice. Anyone who said differently was a bitch.

"Hello! It's very nice to meet you all! You can call me Toni!" My glare shifted to a ridiculously happy looking guy sitting next to Francis. His hair was a mess of curls, as if it had never been brushed. The new kid's eyes fell on me, and he smiled. Fuck, he was handsome. Damn bastard coming into my territory, smiling like an idiot, being too cute for his own good. Damn him to hell.

"You're Lovi, right? I think we have English and physics together. I didn't know that you knew Francis!" The handsome bastard was talking again. Why was he so damn happy? Ugh, I hope he doesn't turn out to be another Alfred or Feli. The two of the have enough optimism already.

"You fucking watched me in our classes? Fucking stalker. And it's Lovino to you." He blushed. A part of me thought how cute that was. The rest of me wanted to punch him in the face.

"Haha! I didn't stalk you! I just remember when the teacher was taking attendance she said your name and I thought 'oh what a cool name' and that's how I remembered. Oh, and Gil called you Lovi earlier so I just assumed it was just your nickname. Sorry!" He said in a long, awkward ramble. Weirdo.

"Don't worry Toni! Lovi yelled at everyone who calls him that! He secretly likes it though-" Feli was silenced by a swift punch to the gut. He fell over onto his potato bitch. I knew he was overreacting because I purposely held back, so as not to injure him (if I had unleashed my full power I might have accidentally killed him. Sometimes I find it difficult to live with so much raw power and masculinity, but it is a burden I must bear.)

Lunch went by as usual, except for the fact that I could feel Antonio looking at me every once in a while. About halfway through lunch, Alfred starting badgering me about hanging out with everyone after school again. I let Alfred know what I thought of that idea, mainly that they were all bastards and I would rather die in a ditch than hang out with them. I must have been imagining the disheartened look that passed over Antonio's face when I said that.

(It wasn't until later, when I was sitting alone in my room, that I maybe regretted turning the offer down.)