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Feliciano chuckled as he saw your facial expression. It was cute, seeing how upset you were just because of your schedule. No one could blame you though. At least you didn't have biology after lunch.

Turning to leave, Feliciano waved at you cutely and said, "Good luck. I hope you don't have this class with Oliver!" He then blended in with the other students and you lost sight of him.

'... Who's Oliver? Wait. This'll be my first time meeting someone named "Oliver". Strange...'
You shrugged your shoulders and walked into your next class. There was still a lot of time until the bell rang, so the classroom was mostly empty. You would have went to your locker, but it was far from this class. From your little tour with Lovino, you discovered that your locker was closer to your biology and algebra classes than it was to your first two classes. You really didn't need to go there though, even if it was closer.

Seeing as how your cooking class was a kitchen and a classroom, it was much bigger than your art class. There were about four sinks, three ovens, four stove tops, two dishwashers, and all sorts of cookware that lay on the counters. In the middle were two rows of tables that you would normally find in a science class. Then there was the teacher's desk at the front with huge piles of paper on it. You almost couldn't see your teacher!

Looking up as he heard you entering the classroom, your teacher smiled and told you to sit where ever you want. This man was the third Italian that you met in one day. This was an international school for troublesome students though. You would probably many more Italians and many other different races before the day was even over.

You sat down at the closest table and looked around. There were two girls wearing their school uniforms, just like you, near the windows. Even though this was an uniform opitional school, there were certain days that you had to wear the uniform for. There was also a very tall and manly-looking guy, who sat at one of the back tables, far from the windows. You couldn't blame him. If you were a tough-looking guy or gal, you wouldn't be caught dead in this class.

There was still about four minutes til the start of second period, so you pulled out your sketch book and started doodling. You drew chibi versions of characters from your favorite anime/manga and Mikuru's cute lil' pet lion from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya-chan.

After you drew a chibi army, you looked up from your work to meet a pair of blue and pink eyes that were a mere inches from yours. Your hands immediantly flew to your mouth and you sat upright. Only a gasp and a squeak left your mouth.

'What the hell?!' you mentally screamed.

The guy who was staring at you was very... odd. That was the only way you could describe him. The male was skinny and a little on the short side. He had wild, light pink hair,wore blue contacts with pink in the middle, and freckles dusted his face. He had on a button-down shirt, pink vest, baby blue bow tie, and brown dress pants. It looked as if his mother had picked out his clothes! Other than the pinkette staring at you, his smile was the only thing really creepy about him. It spread from ear to ear and didn't look real at all.

"Hello, love!" he greeted with a British accent, sitting up straight. "Oops! Did I scare you? I didn't mean to, honestly!" The Brit tilted his head to the side, his eyes closing for a brief moment. "It's just that you're pretty and I haven't met you before!"

You could feel a blush rising up to your face. At your old school, no one had ever really ever payed such compliments to you, and so many in one day. The most you would get was someone calling you smart or that they liked your drawings.

"Now, now. There's no reason to be shy, poppet! No reason at all~!"

Just then, the bell rang, silencing the strange little boy infront of you.

"Alright, class!"

You peered past the Brit infront of you, listening to what the teacher had to say.

"Welcome to Cooking 101! My name is Arsenius Vargas! But call me Mr. Vargas. I am a teacher after all." Mr. Vargas then flashed a charming smile that would've made many of the girls from your old school swoon. "Oh. If any of the other teachers asked, I'm single. None of you can date me. I'm a teacher and a grandpa after all!"

You gasped. You wouldn't have guessed that the handsome man has a grandpa! He looked too young to have grandchildren. He had curly, brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. He wore a suit with the top three buttons undone. Maybe he was lying about having grandchildren?

"You know, I would have rather been a history teacher but the job was already taken when I applied for a job here. Fortunatly, I'm a great cook!" Now your teacher was starting to ramble.

"Anyways! Today, we'll be going over saftey and my rules!" Mr. Vargas then grabbed one of the stacks of paper and began to pass out the papers.

Once every student had a copy, Mr. Vargas began to go over the rules. "The most important rule is do NOT pick up a sharp knife unless I tell you to! Also, don't try to stick your head, or anyone else's, in a hot oven or a boiling pot of water or oil. Be careful with the stove tops too! It doesn't feel very good when you get burned. Don't sharpen any of the cooking chopsticks and attempt to drive them through anyone's brain or heart or any other body part/organ for that matter. Don't be Rapunzel and try to knock someone out with a frying pan or wok. Always wear either a hair net or just simply tie your hair back. Always wash your hands before and after cooking, especially when dealing with raw meat! Don't force someone to eat whatever you created, especially if it turns out bad! And don't add any spices/powders that we may not have here! That also includes liquids! I don't mind it if you decide to change any of the recipes some, just as long as you know what you are doing." The Italian man shrugged as he finished reading the rules and tossed his copy of them onto his desk. "That's basically it. Now, we get to learn about the cookware and some of the more exotic ingrediants and spices!"

Mr. Vargas walked towards the counters and beckoned the students to gather round him. Once the students were close enough, Mr. Vargas began to pick up the different cooking tools one by one, explaining how to use them. You had used most of them before since you had to learn how to cook after moving in with your aunt and uncle, who refused to cook you breakfast and dinner. So you began to day dream.

~Take a moment to daydream before continuing~

"... And this is a Korean earthenware pot!" Mr. Vargas held up a little black pot so that everyone could see it. "These are usually made for making enough soup for one person and also works as a bowl. Now, there are way too many of you and not enough of these, so we usually don't use them! They're just here so that you know what an earthenware pot is incase you wanted to try out a new recipe with--" Before Mr. Vargas could finish, the bell then rang, cutting him off.

Holding up a hand, he commanded his students to wait, to which everyone groaned. "... Withoneofthese! ... Okay. You kids can go now. Oh! If any of you see Lovino or Feliciano, my grandsons, tell them that I said 'Hi~!' "

'I still can't believe that he has grandchildren!' you thought as you gathered your things.

"Hello again~!"

You jumped and yelped as you turned around to be face-to-face to the weird, pink guy.

"So, what's your name?" he asked, cutely. "My name is Oliver! Actually, it's really Arthur but in elementary school, there was another Arthur. So that we were never confused, since we did look alot alike, I told everyone to call me Oliver, which is my middle name!"

'Oh. So THAT'S the Oliver Feli was talking about.' You tensed up a little. Feliciano had said that he wished that you didn't have this class with Oliver. You could tell that this kid wasn't quite right by how he dressed. Compared to the other students, whose colors were dull and dark, Oliver's bright clothes did seem pretty strange and alien. He was nice and cheery too, which was also strange compared to some of the other students you had met so far.

"(Name)," you squeaked, walking past the Brit and towards the door.

"Oh~! That's a pretty name!" Oliver followed you, walking too close to you for your liking. "So, what class do you have next?"

"Biology. I have to go to room 104."

"Oh my. That's all the way on the other side of the building!" His smile disappeared. "I absolutely hate it when I have to walk such a long way to one of my classes! But I know a short cut!"

You stopped walking and looked over at Oliver. "You do?"

Nodding his head excitedly, Oliver said, "Oh, yes! You see, some of these classrooms are connected to each other. Even though I'm just a sophmore and this place is big, I know all of the shortcuts so that I could hang out with my friends longer and not be late for class! The teachers don't mind at all. That's the reason why some of the classrooms are connected, after all!" The pinkette linked arms with you before leading you towards a classroom.

"So, you must be new here! Freshman too, right?"

"Yeah." In a matter of seconds, you had passed through one classroom to another.

"My brother's a freshman!"

"You have a brother?"

"Well, he's not really my brother. I just say that he is because I feel like an older brother to him. He doesn't seem to like me much though. And I try everything to get him to like me! I bake him cupcakes, help him with his homework, and even let him make decisions when we and our friends hang out!" Oliver pouted, which you found adorable and couldn't help but giggle.

Oliver looked upset as he said, "It's not funny!"

"Sorry, but you're just so cute!" you said, not thinking twice about what you had just said.

The male then turned red and became flustered. He slowed down, and refusing to meet your gaze, asked, "You really think that I'm... cute?"

"Well, ... yeah." Your face began to grow a little warm. 'Oh god.... I hope he doesn't take that the wrong way. I mean, we just met!' "You were acting pretty cute." 'Well, I guess he's also good-looking even with those weird clothes on.... But I'm not going to say that!'

"Oh." Just as quickly as he became flustered, Oliver went back to being happy cheerful. "Well, I'm glad that you think that I'm cute!" he exclaimed, a bit too loud, while you two were passing through another classroom. "You're very pretty too!"

You could feel your face grow warmer. How many people had called you 'pretty' so far? Three, and this was the second time Oliver called you that in less than an hour!

"Th-Thank you."

"You're welcome! Oh, I think we're here!" Oliver released your arm and he said, "I have a free period now. I'll see you at cooking class tomorrow?"

You smiled and nodded. "Unless I get sick or something. See ya!"

If it was possible, Oliver's smile grew wider. "See you tomorrow, or later, poppet!" he said, waving before running off.

You watched the pink boy for a moment before walking into your biology class, wondering what strange person you might meet next.

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Feliciano chuckled as he saw your facial expression. It was cute, seeing how upset you were just because of your schedule. No one could blame you though. At least you didn't have biology after lunch.

Turning to leave, Feliciano waved at you cutely and said, "Good luck. I hope you don't have this class with Oliver!" He then blended in with the other students and you lost sight of him.

'... Who's Oliver? Wait. This'll be my first time meeting someone named "Oliver". Strange...'
You shrugged your shoulders and walked into your next class. There was still a lot of time until the bell rang, so the classroom was mostly empty. You would have went to your locker, but it was far from this class. From your little tour with Lovino, you discovered that your locker was closer to your biology and algebra classes than it was to your first two classes. You really didn't need to go there though, even if it was closer.

Seeing as how your cooking class was a kitchen and a classroom, it was much bigger than your art class. There were about four sinks, three ovens, four stove tops, two dishwashers, and all sorts of cookware that lay on the counters. In the middle were two rows of tables that you would normally find in a science class. Then there was the teacher's desk at the front with huge piles of paper on it. You almost couldn't see your teacher!

Looking up as he heard you entering the classroom, your teacher smiled and told you to sit where ever you want. This man was the third Italian that you met in one day. This was an international school for troublesome students though. You would probably many more Italians and many other different races before the day was even over.

You sat down at the closest table and looked around. There were two girls wearing their school uniforms, just like you, near the windows. Even though this was an uniform opitional school, there were certain days that you had to wear the uniform for. There was also a very tall and manly-looking guy, who sat at one of the back tables, far from the windows. You couldn't blame him. If you were a tough-looking guy or gal, you wouldn't be caught dead in this class.

There was still about four minutes til the start of second period, so you pulled out your sketch book and started doodling. You drew chibi versions of characters from your favorite anime/manga and Mikuru's cute lil' pet lion from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya-chan.

After you drew a chibi army, you looked up from your work to meet a pair of blue and pink eyes that were a mere inches from yours. Your hands immediantly flew to your mouth and you sat upright. Only a gasp and a squeak left your mouth.

'What the hell?!' you mentally screamed.

The guy who was staring at you was very... odd. That was the only way you could describe him. The male was skinny and a little on the short side. He had wild, light pink hair,wore blue contacts with pink in the middle, and freckles dusted his face. He had on a button-down shirt, pink vest, baby blue bow tie, and brown dress pants. It looked as if his mother had picked out his clothes! Other than the pinkette staring at you, his smile was the only thing really creepy about him. It spread from ear to ear and didn't look real at all.

"Hello, love!" he greeted with a British accent, sitting up straight. "Oops! Did I scare you? I didn't mean to, honestly!" The Brit tilted his head to the side, his eyes closing for a brief moment. "It's just that you're pretty and I haven't met you before!"

You could feel a blush rising up to your face. At your old school, no one had ever really ever payed such compliments to you, and so many in one day. The most you would get was someone calling you smart or that they liked your drawings.

"Now, now. There's no reason to be shy, poppet! No reason at all~!"

Just then, the bell rang, silencing the strange little boy infront of you.

"Alright, class!"

You peered past the Brit infront of you, listening to what the teacher had to say.

"Welcome to Cooking 101! My name is Arsenius Vargas! But call me Mr. Vargas. I am a teacher after all." Mr. Vargas then flashed a charming smile that would've made many of the girls from your old school swoon. "Oh. If any of the other teachers asked, I'm single. None of you can date me. I'm a teacher and a grandpa after all!"

You gasped. You wouldn't have guessed that the handsome man has a grandpa! He looked too young to have grandchildren. He had curly, brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. He wore a suit with the top three buttons undone. Maybe he was lying about having grandchildren?

"You know, I would have rather been a history teacher but the job was already taken when I applied for a job here. Fortunatly, I'm a great cook!" Now your teacher was starting to ramble.

"Anyways! Today, we'll be going over saftey and my rules!" Mr. Vargas then grabbed one of the stacks of paper and began to pass out the papers.

Once every student had a copy, Mr. Vargas began to go over the rules. "The most important rule is do NOT pick up a sharp knife unless I tell you to! Also, don't try to stick your head, or anyone else's, in a hot oven or a boiling pot of water or oil. Be careful with the stove tops too! It doesn't feel very good when you get burned. Don't sharpen any of the cooking chopsticks and attempt to drive them through anyone's brain or heart or any other body part/organ for that matter. Don't be Rapunzel and try to knock someone out with a frying pan or wok. Always wear either a hair net or just simply tie your hair back. Always wash your hands before and after cooking, especially when dealing with raw meat! Don't force someone to eat whatever you created, especially if it turns out bad! And don't add any spices/powders that we may not have here! That also includes liquids! I don't mind it if you decide to change any of the recipes some, just as long as you know what you are doing." The Italian man shrugged as he finished reading the rules and tossed his copy of them onto his desk. "That's basically it. Now, we get to learn about the cookware and some of the more exotic ingrediants and spices!"

Mr. Vargas walked towards the counters and beckoned the students to gather round him. Once the students were close enough, Mr. Vargas began to pick up the different cooking tools one by one, explaining how to use them. You had used most of them before since you had to learn how to cook after moving in with your aunt and uncle, who refused to cook you breakfast and dinner. So you began to day dream.

~Take a moment to daydream before continuing~

"... And this is a Korean earthenware pot!" Mr. Vargas held up a little black pot so that everyone could see it. "These are usually made for making enough soup for one person and also works as a bowl. Now, there are way too many of you and not enough of these, so we usually don't use them! They're just here so that you know what an earthenware pot is incase you wanted to try out a new recipe with--" Before Mr. Vargas could finish, the bell then rang, cutting him off.

Holding up a hand, he commanded his students to wait, to which everyone groaned. "... Withoneofthese! ... Okay. You kids can go now. Oh! If any of you see Lovino or Feliciano, my grandsons, tell them that I said 'Hi~!' "

'I still can't believe that he has grandchildren!' you thought as you gathered your things.

"Hello again~!"

You jumped and yelped as you turned around to be face-to-face to the weird, pink guy.

"So, what's your name?" he asked, cutely. "My name is Oliver! Actually, it's really Arthur but in elementary school, there was another Arthur. So that we were never confused, since we did look alot alike, I told everyone to call me Oliver, which is my middle name!"

'Oh. So THAT'S the Oliver Feli was talking about.' You tensed up a little. Feliciano had said that he wished that you didn't have this class with Oliver. You could tell that this kid wasn't quite right by how he dressed. Compared to the other students, whose colors were dull and dark, Oliver's bright clothes did seem pretty strange and alien. He was nice and cheery too, which was also strange compared to some of the other students you had met so far.

"(Name)," you squeaked, walking past the Brit and towards the door.

"Oh~! That's a pretty name!" Oliver followed you, walking too close to you for your liking. "So, what class do you have next?"

"Biology. I have to go to room 104."

"Oh my. That's all the way on the other side of the building!" His smile disappeared. "I absolutely hate it when I have to walk such a long way to one of my classes! But I know a short cut!"

You stopped walking and looked over at Oliver. "You do?"

Nodding his head excitedly, Oliver said, "Oh, yes! You see, some of these classrooms are connected to each other. Even though I'm just a sophmore and this place is big, I know all of the shortcuts so that I could hang out with my friends longer and not be late for class! The teachers don't mind at all. That's the reason why some of the classrooms are connected, after all!" The pinkette linked arms with you before leading you towards a classroom.

"So, you must be new here! Freshman too, right?"

"Yeah." In a matter of seconds, you had passed through one classroom to another.

"My brother's a freshman!"

"You have a brother?"

"Well, he's not really my brother. I just say that he is because I feel like an older brother to him. He doesn't seem to like me much though. And I try everything to get him to like me! I bake him cupcakes, help him with his homework, and even let him make decisions when we and our friends hang out!" Oliver pouted, which you found adorable and couldn't help but giggle.

Oliver looked upset as he said, "It's not funny!"

"Sorry, but you're just so cute!" you said, not thinking twice about what you had just said.

The male then turned red and became flustered. He slowed down, and refusing to meet your gaze, asked, "You really think that I'm... cute?"

"Well, ... yeah." Your face began to grow a little warm. 'Oh god.... I hope he doesn't take that the wrong way. I mean, we just met!' "You were acting pretty cute." 'Well, I guess he's also good-looking even with those weird clothes on.... But I'm not going to say that!'

"Oh." Just as quickly as he became flustered, Oliver went back to being happy cheerful. "Well, I'm glad that you think that I'm cute!" he exclaimed, a bit too loud, while you two were passing through another classroom. "You're very pretty too!"

You could feel your face grow warmer. How many people had called you 'pretty' so far? Three, and this was the second time Oliver called you that in less than an hour!

"Th-Thank you."

"You're welcome! Oh, I think we're here!" Oliver released your arm and he said, "I have a free period now. I'll see you at cooking class tomorrow?"

You smiled and nodded. "Unless I get sick or something. See ya!"

If it was possible, Oliver's smile grew wider. "See you tomorrow, or later, poppet!" he said, waving before running off.

You watched the pink boy for a moment before walking into your biology class, wondering what strange person you might meet next.