felt anxious about his future meeting with the teacher, so he skipped class to try and clear his mind. Eventually, he found himself in the

very place he was supposed to meet the teacher, but in place of the tall Turkish teacher, a blond boy a year younger than him stood.

"Lars, you're not supposed to do that at school, you know."

just takes in another puff. As if he was really concerned with what was in 'the rules' or not. He just shakes his head once, before flicking

away the ash. "I'll be fine." He returns to it. He could tell there was something different, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

just sort of shrugged before nodding, not bothering to argue on the subject. He had too much on his mind to do his usual bickering with Lars

"So why are you here?" His cigarette was finished, so he dropped it to the ground before grinding it in. "Haven't seen you around here"

At least not for a while. Or not without Francis and Gilbert.

"Er..." He didn't exactly want to say the real reason, especially not to Lars. "Someone told me to meet them here... I'm kinda scared to...

I'm glad that you're here. I mean, not that I like that you're here! I mean, I do, but... Ay... I just... I'm just here."

"Who are you meeting?" He raises an eyebrow. Why he's taking so much interest in this is beyond him. Even though he didn't like Toni there

something different about this. Something that didn't feel right.

"... I don't want to talk about it. They're not here, thankfully, so I think I'm okay for the moment. See you around?" He asked, glancing

over at the Dutch boy.

"Alright." He looks off. If Antonio doesn't want to talk about it, it certainly isn't any of his business.