Back to some pruhun! Well here's a fryingpangle hs AU! Gonna be a bumpy ride

Chapter 1

Elizaveta Hevardy was a popular girl, with flowing brown hair and bright green eyes. She was kind and funny, and had the perfect seventeen year old life. She was smart and had good friends, in clubs and sports, and nothing was missing. Nothing except the perfect boyfriend to go with the perfect life.

Sure many boys asked her out, but she never would go on more than one date. She wanted the perfect boy, her dream boy; a smart and handsome gentleman that would make her friends jealous. A cute boy who did romantic things, like bring her flowers and open up car doors. She wanted a boy she could be proud to take him to show her dad, who would get along well with her mother. She knew one day she would find the perfect boyfriend, if she was only patient.

In the meantime, she had her very obnoxious, albino, lifelong friend Gilbert to spend time with. She had always been a little bit of a tom boy, and she was happy that way. In grade school when most the boys thought she was weird, and all the girls thought she was a freak, she had just one friend. She had the equal freak, the red eyed, silver haired, tough and sometimes mean Gilbert.

He was not perfect, he was far from it. But as time went on she never wished him anywhere but where he was right now. Gil did not fit into her perfect life, and maybe that was why she liked having him. She was happy that she had friends, and she liked being popular but she had not really asked for it, it had just happened. And being her, she wouldn't be the normal popular girl all the time. She broke the rules and it seemed people at the World Academy High School loved her more for it.

Liz kept Gil as her best friend, because that was what he was. He was annoying and maybe even a bit of a lowlife, but he was very loyal, and always there when she needed him. They had always been there for each other, and she never wanted that to change.

Gil annoyed her other friends, he was only somewhat popular, he was branded as a no good player, and the only reason he kept his grades up were so he could play for the school's soccer team. Her father hated him and her mother just barely tolerated him, he was the part that just didn't flow. But he didn't care, and neither did Liz.

This particular albino was sitting in her Chemistry class with her. They were lab partners and supposed to be working on a lab.

Gilbert was wearing jeans and black converse, with a black shirt. He was strikingly handsome and made the albino thing work for him, and he had this cologne on that had Felica nearly falling out of her chair trying to get closer to smell him. He smirked once he noticed it but Liz smacked his arm.

"You are not allowed to fuck and leave Felica!" she muttered glaring at him

He raised his eyebrow "I don't remember asking your permission." That usual dangerous smirk spread across his lips, and a mischievous look was alive in his red eyes "Are you jealous?"

Her glare was enough to keep him from saying anything else, but she retorted "I would not even kiss you, yet alone fuck with you."

He poured one of the chemicals into the big vial "One of these days my sex appeal is going to prove too much for you and you'll wake up in my bed totally sated."

She kicked him under the table. This perverted banter and one sided physical abuse was a very normal occurrence. He said stupid things, she hit him. He never hit her back, not even as a joke.

"One day Lizzy, you'll come to me. You will fall for me." He said confidently and poured in the wrong chemical, making their mix turn green. It was supposed to be orange.

She sighed "If only you focused on your school work as much as you did your...extracurricular activities."

He smirked at her "Extracurricular activities? Really Liz, can't bring yourself to say fucking? To popular and proper for that now?" he teased

She rolled her eyes and got up to dump out their failed mixture. Gil still treated her the same way as he always had, since grade school. He still teased her, he still drove her crazy. Others had changed; they were fake and polite, and plastic. She hated that, and it made her like Gil even more. He kept her from thinking she was 'all that', he kept her head screwed right on her shoulders sometimes.

Gil had his chin in his hand and elbow on the lab table. He watched her from across the room. They had always been friends. Always been so close, and when everyone hated him she still was there with him. He thought he would lose her to popular friends, but she had stubbornly hung onto him. He loved their friendship, he loved being with her. He loved their casual teasing and really, he loved her. He had liked her, really liked her for months now. Maybe it was always there, but it was getting worse. He could barely think about anything else when he was alone. And little did she know he was not fucking half the school. He didn't want anyone else but her, and not just in a screwing sense. He wanted Liz's heart but he would never get it so what did it matter? They were best friends. He knew her feelings. He knew the type of man she wanted to date. He knew very well that the one she wanted was certainly not him.

And he would just have to live with that. He would like her in silence, love her in his dreams. Nothing more. Nothing else.

She came back as their five minute bell rang. "So are you going to come to the game tonight? We are playing our rivals, it's a big game. If we lose our championship chase is over."

She nodded "Yeah I'll come, I'm pretty sure Felica is going." She was pretty good friends with the little Italian girl. She had a group of friends, there was a low count of females in the school so most of them hung out together.

Gil looked pretty happy about her coming and she brushed it off as the bell rang and she left. Gil had a funny way of showing his emotions. If he was sad or hurt, usually he showed it with anger. He was probably hiding his nervousness with the happy look. He was the team captain after all; a loss would be blamed on him.

He followed her out of the room to go to his next class. She wasn't in it, but his best friends Antonio and Francis were. They always found some way to raise hell in the back of that English class.

Gil really was a bit of a low life. He was a sassy punk, he gave teachers lip and he did not hesitate to get in a fight if provoked. He was on a first name basis with the ladies in the office since he spent half the school year in the office waiting to see a dean so they could scold him. He would fight boys with fists in the halls or even in the middle of class if they gave him a reason to. He would just do enough work to get a passing grade so he could play sports.

He raised hell and caused disturbances, he flirted with girls who caught his eye. He still flirted, it would look suspicious if he stopped. His heart was not really in it though and he didn't follow through with half the things he said.

It was no small wonder that Liz's friends hated him. It was not a surprise that every father hated and feared the name "Gilbert Bielschdmit." He knew damn well no one's parents would like it if their daughters came home with him.

But he didn't care. Gil was a loyal guy, loyal to those loyal to him. And he was loyal to four people. Francis, Antonio, Liz, and his brother, Ludwig. He didn't care about anyone else and it was unlikely that he ever would.

That was his life, that was the ways things were and he didn't mind.

Gil sat in the back with his friends and the trio proceeded to not do anything at all for the next hour besides joke around and make plans for the weekend. He talked soccer with Antonio since the Spaniard was on the team with him.

At the end of the hour the three split up, and Gil went through the rest of his day without getting into very much trouble. The final bell found him in the locker room with the other members of the team: Ludwig, who was a midfielder, Lars who was a defender, Ivan who was the goalie, and Feliks who was the other defender. Gil and Antonio were forwards. Gil was pleased with the team, he thought they were pretty solid but he was still nervous.

The thought of Liz watching the game both reassured and made him more nervous. He smiled a bit to himself and pulled his jersey on, looking at the door, his confidence building. He whistled and yelled "Let's go!"

Right theres chapter 1, it will get more thrilling in time. Please vote and comment!