What is Love Like? Chapter 4

History is boring as per usual. Nothing fun ever happens in this stupid class other than the usual boring lectures and horrendous note taking.

Why the hell do they even make us take all of these unnecessary classes in the first place? It's not like we need to know every single detail about every single thing that happened in the past. Yeah sure, if I became a Historian or some shit like that then maybe. Heh, I doubt any of these idiots would ever become something like that.

“Lovino pay attention!”  Mr. Snow yelled as he leaned close to me ear.

I jump at the volume of his voice and immediately sat up straight, my eye locking to the front of the board as my face grew red from embarrassment.

As Mr. Snow grunted and walked to the front of the room, I could hear the soft chuckles of my classmates as they whispered to each other. Most likely to be about me, I thought. Whatever...

As both my posture and interest started to drop a crumpled up note landed right on my desk. I look at the note for a minute before hearing a, 'psst!' Confused, I look up to find that bastard Antonio gesturing to the note.

Looking at the note and then back at him, I quietly sighed and carefully opened the note, reading the content inside.



I nearly choked on my own spit after reading the note, my face growing hotter every second. Who the hell does he think he is calling me cute and comparing me to a fucking fruit!!! No one that's who, no matter how magnificent it may be on food! And much less calling me his friend too!

I turn my head and glare and him the best I could as I tried to suppress my anger that's just waiting to be unleashed.

All I earn from that cheery asshole is a chuckle!

A fucking chuckle!

I decided that I'd write a hateful reply back to him as I thought what I should write when...

“Teacher Lovino is passing notes to the new student!” Said asshole #1 who sat directly behind me.

I began to panic as I tried to find a place to hide to note. Last time someone passed a note to me was to purposely get me in trouble. Mr. Snow quickly found the note and I had an after school detention and had to write a 10 page essay on the rules of the class.

As he made his way over, I shoved the note in my mouth and tried to hide any evidence of having said note.

Mr. Snow glared down at me and held out his hand.

“The note, Lovino. Hand it over.”

“I don't know what you are talking about.” I said innocently looking in the opposite direction from him. My cheek slightly puffed out but not to much for him to know that it was the note.

“Lovino, I don't have all day. Give. Me. The. NOTE!” He growled.

“It's in his mouth!” Some random slutty bitch said.

Shhiiittt!!!

“LOVINO!”

Now what!?!

…

Ah fuck it!

I swallowed the small paper and slightly shivered. That shit was fucking grossed, but at least I saved my ass from writing another shitty essay!

“Open your mouth or you will get another detention!” My teacher snapped.

“Fine.” I shrugged as I opened my mouth for him to see. Mr. Snow just grunted before walking away, keeping a close eye on my throughout the rest of the period.