Sunlight streamed through the window and landed on the boy's dark hair and tanned face. "Ugh…" He rolled over pulling his bright red confuter over his head, and then he sat up quickly, "It's my first day of school!" He hopped up and tripped onto his messy floor. The Spaniard reached out and grabbed the rolled up khakis in front of him, he didn't know if they were clean or not but they would do. Standing up again he pulled on his pants a little too quickly and almost fell over again, turning his stumble into a grab for a white button up shirt that was thrown over his desk chair. He brushed his hair with his fingers as he ran out of his room into the hallway "MOM! Have you seen my bag?" His mother's smiling face popped out from a door, "Already packed and by the front door! Good luck mi hijo lindo!" she chirped after him. "Don't forget your shoes!" "Sí!"
Two weeks earlier. "New student just transferred here. I got this file off the secretary's desk." "Give me. Leave." Lovinio took the small manila folder forcefully but didn't open it until the door to the class room clicked close. Name: Antonio Fernandez Carriedo Age: 16 Class: year 11; junior. With a sigh the Italian boy read the rest of the folder, nothing surprising. He wished he didn't have to go over ever new person coming to this school; nothing was ever special about any of them. However, he knew that getting lazy was the key to destruction. He had worked hard for his spot in the schools inner politics unlike his brother, he just had to flash his pretty smile and everyone else just paved the way for him. Lovinio let out another sigh and threw the folder onto the desk his feet were propped up on, "Welcome to Heta High School, the world's finest imitation of Hell."
"Yeaaaah… So we're supposed to meet the new kid here. They decided to actually give this guy a chance by setting him up with the awesome me! Oh and this charming young man…" The albino waved a hand toward his friend who was flirting with the student-teacher running some copies in the corner of the office. "Excuse me , would you mind sitting down? It's rather hard to get any work done when you are laying on my desk." The secretary droned on to the junior and then shot the pair in the corner a stern look. " will be done in a moment, he is still speaking to the Vice-Principle, going over the rules and such." With a sigh Gilbert rolled his legs off the desk and retrieved Francis from the corner "I think my dear old gramps is done briefing him, besides if he's going to be our friend he won't listen to the rules anyway!" he laughed strutting in to the door marked: - Vice Principle. The pair of juniors burst through the door "Ja ja, good job. We're taking him now." Gilbert stated placing a hand on the new student's head. He received a glare from the blonde haired man across from him "Gilbert. You may not barge into my office whenever you want." With a smirk the pale boy wrapped his arms around the neck of the tan boy sitting in the stiff chair. "Oui Monsieur Beilschmidt! We will take good care of him!" Francis chimed in also hugging the boy's head. The older man gave them both another stern look "Francis, Gilbert, this is Antonio Carriedo. Antonio this is Francis Bonnefoy and my grandson Gilbert Beilschmidt." "Hola! But please call me 'Toni!" the Spanish boy laughed looking up at the two with bright green eyes. In that instant the three knew they would cause the best of trouble.
"This school is HUGE!" Antonio laughed as the three juniors walked down the empty hall. Francis swung an arm around the Spaniard "And we get all day to explore because of you mon ami." The third boy laughed and jumped up to hit an "EXIT" sign they passed under "Now that you know where your classes are we can show you all the important stuff, like where my awesome locker is and the best places to skip out on class are!" The three continued to walk down the empty corridor oblivious to the eyes following them. New meat is here. Friend with French and VP's g-son pair. The observer scribbled down on a piece of paper before jamming it in a history text book, then returned to room 215. After only two knocks the teacher opened the door "Yes?" she asked impatiently tapping her foot "Lovinio's text book." With a sigh the teacher took the book and closed the door. "Your friends always seem to know when you're missing this Mr. Vargas." She left out an annoyed tsk as she handed him the text book. After she had returned to her lecture and had forgotten about him, Lovinio opened the book and quickly read the scrap of paper he knew was tucked in the pages.
"Lovinio~ Have you seen the new student?" A cheerful voice called out to the redheaded Italian as he sat down in the huge cafeteria. His twin slid in next to him with a giggle pulling a large blond haired boy behind him. "Yes. He doesn't bother me." Lovinio said taking a bite of the greasy pizza the cafeteria served. Feliciano let out a content 've' as he twirled some spaghetti around his plastic fork. They were sitting in the busiest part of the food court; it felt as if the room revolved around them. That's because it did. Even though they were only sophomores the twins were the most popular kids in the school, for completely different reasons though. Everyone thought Feliciano Vargas was the most charming person they met, he had a great smile and was talented in almost everything he tried. Whereas Lovinio Vargas had a glare that could kill, he was foul-mouthed and short tempered. Their nicknames were the 'Kings' Feliciano was the one who wore the shiny crown and kissed the babies while Lovinio was the one who stayed in the shadows and made sure everything ran smoothly. Most people would think that it was strange that a high school needed 'running' but Heta High School was not your average high school. It was a private school that only the wealthiest of the high class got into. The people that graduated from here went on to be prime ministers and politicians, diplomats and world figures. Lovinio knew this and was making the connections he would need later on. If he couldn't make them himself, he made sure one of his 'friends' was connected with the person he needed. "-nd then I drew some grass over it and it looked fine!" his brother finished his story with a laugh. The elder twin nodded pretending that his brother had his attention. His serious eyes scanned the rest of his table.
Directly across from him was a junior, the star athlete Alfred F. Jones, he played every imaginable sport and ate more than his own weight in burgers for one meal. To Alfred's right was the stuffy school president, a British young man named Arthur Kirkland, he was also a junior but he had older siblings that had previously graduated. To the left was a Chinese senior named Wang Yao, he was one of the smartest people in whole school, he had a large family as well, and they all had great connections. Next and on the end was the senior Ivan Braginski, the scariest person in the school, unless you counted his psychotic step-sister. On his own side of the table was himself and his flighty brother. Along with Ludwig Beilschmidt, Lovinio hated him, his only tie was being the vice principal's grandson. That didn't help Lovinio, the only reason he tolerated him was because it made his brother happy and he probably had a future being some big CEO with his grades and organizational skills. On the very end a seat was always left open for Feliciano's other friend Honda Kiku, he would sit with them once in a while, he was related to Yao somehow; Kiku was put off by how loud and crazy this table got and would often go eat somewhere else. Being who he is Lovinio knew that was in the gardens with Heracles Karpusi. These were his pawns in the giant chess board of Heta High.
So that's it for this chapter, reviews desperately needed! I don't own anything. This is my first fanfic. I know this chapter was boring but I figured I would get most of the introductions over with… I just wanted to write a spamano story where Lovi wasn't the un-popular kid in school :3 I haven't decided who all his underlings are yet, that's why I haven't put any detail into them – suggestions welcome as to who it should be! Thanks for reading!