Spamano Trash RP
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Thread Topic: Spamano Trash RP
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Sillinae NewbieWHY
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Sillinae NewbieAntonio had a free period this class, but he couldn't concentrate. He had tried to do his math homework, to read for English, to study for his science class. But he was on edge and couldn't sit still. He sighed, sitting back in his chair, his pen tracing random patterns on the back of his hand. He'd been ignoring Gilbert, who just happened to be in this class, but Gil seemed to notice his tension anyways. He peered at Antonio with a wicked smirk. "What's wrong Toni? Missing your little boyfriend?" Antonio glared at him. In front of the whole class? Really? "Doesn't that get old, Gilbert?" Gilbert opened his mouth to retort, but Antonio shook his head, standing up. "I'm going to the bathroom." He told the teacher. He'd walk around the school a little, maybe.
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Sillinae NewbieIt kept cutting off my message omg
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yeah the posting gets a little weird sometimes :p )
"So tell me, has he touched you yet?" Francis asked sweetly, laughing when Lovino blushed. "N-No!" The blonde sneered, his eyes hardening. He blocked the Italian as he tried to slip out of the room, shoving him back. "Tell me, little Lovi, what does Antonio do that makes you blush like that? I'm sure I can do it better.." Lovino squeaked and swatted the hand trying to sneak under his shirt. "Y-You're straight," he stammered, glaring and pressing back against the lockers. Francis grinned. "Oh, I am, but I just can't resist teasing you." he chuckled, moving closer. "Consider this revenge for messing with Tonio." -
Sillinae NewbieAntonio was ducking through the halls. He had wanted to relax a little, but now it was just him trying to avoid the teachers as he wandered aimlessly through the school. He found himself heading towards the gym. It must have been habit. He often went to practice or run when he was stressed and he certainly was right now. Maybe he could get a pass to go to the practice room, god knew that he couldn't finish his school work. Most of the classes would be outside right now, so maybe he could sneak in. It was close to the end of the day, so he couldn't get in that much trouble.
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Lovino heart was pounding. He wasn't sure how far Francis was willing to go just to pick on him. His glasses were aparently an easy thing to go for, because Francis had taken those first, tossing them to the tiles with a clatter that made Lovino cringe, hoping they weren't bent or cracked. He flinched when Francis' hand smacked the wall right beside his head, blocking his way to the door and leaning so close that Lovino could see the cruel glint in his eyes. "You should back off before you get hurt." he said in a low voice. The smaller boy tried to shove him away, but Francis caught one of his wrists and twisted, making him whine softly. "S-Stop," he tried to shout, but it sounded more pleading.
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Sillinae NewbieAntonio decided to sneak into the locker room first. If he was going to skip class and practice he may as well grab his things. But as soon as he stepped into the locker room he heard a voice speak from across the locker blocks. It was Lovino, telling someone to stop. Oh god. His eyes widened, and he quickly ducked into his own locker block. "I don't need your help, b------!" That's what Lovino had yelled at him, and it kept running through his mind as he tried to open his locker. But he could hear scuffling, and felt slightly sick. He had to help, didn't he?
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Francis' hand was sneaking up his shirt again, his other hand holding Lovino's wrists. The Italian was squirming, trying to pull away get these dirty, unfamiliar hands off of him. "F-Francis, get off!" he protested weakly, trying to pull his wrists free, only to be slammed back into lockers, the lock digging into his back. "Shut up. Just pretend I'm Antonio." Francis replied with another smirk. Lovino was on the verge of hyperventilating, praying that someone, anyone would come in and get Francis away from him.
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Sillinae NewbieAntonio was just about to escape the locker room when he heard the voices again. He nearly dropped his things when he heard Francis' name. No, no, no, he couldn't... But he had too. He crept around the corner of the locker block, and his eyes widened in shock. Francis had pinned Lovino against the lockers, his hands up his shirt. And then he heard Francis tell Lovino to pretend it was... Antonio? Him? "What?" He said weakly, confused. "What the f---? Francis?" And then he regained his bearings, and one of his running shoes flew across the room and hit Francis in the side of the head. "Get the f--- off of him? What the hell is wrong with you?"
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Francis shouted a curse and stumbled back, obviously not expecting to be interrupted by a flying shoe. Lovino watched with wide eyes, immediately pulling his wrists back to his chest. Francis peered around the block to see Antonio, first surprised, then angry. "Antonio, what the hell are you doing in here?" Lovino didn't dare move, thankful for the intervention but cursing his luck, because of course it was Antonio.
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Sillinae Newbie"It's my free period." Antonio said, voice sharp. "I was going to go run." He had wanted to get away from the stress, not run headfirst into it. And Francis' voice had no hint of the mirth that usually smoothed his harsh comments. And Antonio didn't want it, either. "What the hell do you think you're doing? What are you saying?" His eyes narrowed, and he tried to communicate 'I told you to stop' without saying it out loud. "If anyone is told about this about this you'll be cut and banned from everything." He hadn't meant for it to sound like a threat, but his voice was too hard.
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Francis glared, reaching out and grabbing Lovino's arm, roughly pulling him closer. The Italian inhaled sharply, feeling slightly nauseous with the blonde holding him so tightly. "Antonio. You wouldn't. We're friends." Francis sighed. "So I say this as your friend. Look at this. Look at him." He jerked Lovino's arm, who looked down, waiting for this to be over so he could get away from this torture. "He is nothing, Antonio. Get over him. He's not worth your time." He shoved Lovino away and the smaller boy yelped, stumbling and falling hard on the tiles. "f---, Antonio, j-just leave," Lovino muttered, half-convinced that Francis was right. It was a mistake for them to ever get involved with each other at all.
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Sillinae NewbieAntonio was silent for a long moment, glaring at Francis. "If you think I wouldn't then you don't know me as well as you think you do." Walked past the blonde calmly, picking up his shoe, and turning to look at him again. His gaze was even and cold. "Just like I didn't know you pull s--- like this." Then he walked over to Lovino and pulled him up. He didn't bother being gentle. None of them wanted to be here anyways. "I don't know what the hell makes you think he's nothing," He continued, "but just because I don't treat him like trash doesn't meant there's anything to get over. I'll tell you once. Stop this, before I go tell the coach what you're doing right now."
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Lovino's heart stopped when Antonio pulled him to his feet almost rougher than Francis had, scared that he was going to join in instead. But then he let go of him. He exhaled shakily, nervously reaching down to grab his glasses. Francis smiled, but his eyes were drilling holes straight through Antonio. "Alright, fine. I'll stop, but so will you. You need to stop prorecting him, acting like he matters. People like us don't need people like him, so just forget about this and we can all move on." With that, he stalked out, brushing past Antonio's shoulder on the way out, leaving the angry Spaniard with a very shaken Lovino.
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Sillinae NewbieAntonio stared at the doorway were Francis had disappeared. People like us. Antonio looked away from the door, his fists clenching hard enough to turn his knuckles white. And then he realized that Lovino was still there and he turned, taking a deep breath. "He probably won't stop." He said flatly. Antonio was lumped in with him. With Francis and Gilbert. Lovino's hostility suddenly made perfect sense. How many people did Francis do that to? The image of Francis with his hands under Lovino's shirt flashed through his mind, and he felt ill. "I'm sorry. I didn't... I didn't know."
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