Literature Class

Soren mved quickly down the hall and skidded into class just as the grace period fell. He made his way over to Gil and slid into a seat pulling out his notebook from his bag.

Francis walked into the class with a sigh just before the final bell. The taste of Soren still on his tongue as he sat at his desk. Dear god this was going to be an interesting year for sure. He looked over at the Dane already in class and allowed a smirk to grace his lips.

The blond could not let himself be so flustered by someone on the first meeting.

Gilbert looked between the two as the teacher started talking. He got out a piece of paper and wrote a message before folding it and putting it on Soren's desk. On the inside it read 'is something blooming between you two kids? whens the wedding? ' in an obnoxious scribbled handwriting.

He smirked and took out his pen and started to write with his slanted scrunched writing.

fuck you. we were just talking. you know i'm not that easy.'

He pasted it back to Gil before looking up at Francis with a smirk.

The blond looked up from his notes when he felt eyes on him and glanced up. He caught sight of the Dane winking before continuing to write. He bit his lower lip as he reached up to play with his hair a bit. God he could be such a girl sometimes.

'i dunno, soren, you seem preeeeetty into this guy. and i think hes pretty into you too. is the big man shy?' he wrote back, smirking hard and trying not to laugh.

Soren sighed and started to write with a small frown on his face.

'gil, i dont want anything like that. plus he said it himself earlier this morning. He flirts with anything on two legs.'

'okay, okay, fine. i believe you. but, hey, would you be opposed to maybe the three of us getting together for some "bonding time" later?' he wrote, putting the note back on the others desk.

'nah, im not fucking blind. he's hot as fuck.' He wrote with a chuckle and popped it back on the german's desk.

'sounds good. my place? i'll let him know next period.'

'cool. you know my place is hell right now.'

He turned to look at the french man again. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. The guy seemed nice enough and Gil said he was a great guy..

Francis brushed his hair from his eyes as he looked back up and smiled at Soren. His tongue moved out and licked his lips liking the taste. Then he remembered the vodka in his bag. This should be fun.

Gilbert crumpled up the note, putting his head on his desk, contented with the idea of sleeping for the rest of class until the bell rang.

He sighed and scribbled down on a clean piece of paper.

'gil wants us to hang at his house. You want to?'

He placed it onto Francis's desk and waited.

He took the paper and read it through before writing in his own neat scrawl.

'I'm always up for a wild time at Gil's.'

He past it back giving the Dane a wink.

He read it and smiled.

'awesome. you still have my vodka. I believe you owe me now'

'I think I can find a way to pay you back.'

He smirked at him and leaned over and purred. "Jeg vil vædde på du vil." deeply into his ear before pulling back and licking his lips.

Arthur quickly walked into class, taking his usual seat in the back, hoping no one noticed he wasn't there, though not many noticed him anyway. He looked around, eyes landing on a new face, and without his permission his eyes made there way over the other's body.

Feeling eyes on him, Soren turned and gave the blonde a smile. He mouthed 'hi' as he twisted in his seat and sat side ways, his feet out in the aisle.

This guy is pretty cute, he thought as his trailed down his body slowly.

Arthur smirked, but looked down at his desk all the same. He hated how anti-social he normally was. He looked back up to simply nod in greeting.

He turned and scribbled down something on a piece of paper.

'Name?'

He folded it and passed it along to him.

Arthur stared at the paper, before writing an answer.

'Arthur. Yours?'

He passed it back, hoping Francis or Gilbert didn't notice this interaction.

Francis blushed at hearing the Dane's native tongue whispered to him. When he looked over to say something of his own he noticed that Soren wasn't paying him any attention.

Bright blue eyes followed Soren's to Arthur... Great. The British kid was cute and all but since he and Francis had a bad break up a few years back the guy insisted on being rude to him. It wasn't even Francis' fault either!

Soren took the paper and smiled.

'Soren... so did you see something you liked when you were checking me out?'

He passed the paper back and turned to Francis and smiled. 'This class is so boring' he mouthed to him.