"Thank you for deciding to join us Mr. Jones." The teacher said as Alfred walked into the classroom.
"Chill teach, I gotta note." He said handing a slip of paper to the teacher. The teacher read it and hummed in approval.
"Well, we got new seats while you were absent, you sit next to Mr. Kirkland." The teacher pointed to a student in the very back next to the window. Alfred looked at the kid and raised a brow, I sit next to the nobody? He rolled his eyes annoyedly and sat in his seat.
"Alright, as I was saying, the rest of this semester will be dedicated to poetry." Alfred noticed how Arthur's head snapped up from his notebook, "We will be learning the different components of a poem, how to understand one, and how to write them. I want you to spend the rest of this class period writing a poem about yourself. If you need help, that is why you are sitting next to someone. At the end of the period I will chose three people to read their poems then I'll collect the rest of the papers." With that, the teacher walked to her desk and everyone set to work.
"So not cool, how am I supposed to know how to write a girly poem?" Alfred grumbled taking out a piece of paper and pencil. Next to him, he could see Arthur scribbling in his note book furiously occasionally scratching something out.
Alfred rolled his eyes and attempted to start his own poem. Lets see, I have to write about myself...
"Alright, now three people will recite their poems. First is... Mr. Beilschmidt." The teacher said.
Said boy stood up confidently and read off of his paper-
I am awesome
I have a red corvette
I can drink 27 beers
Mein house is four stories
Mein red eyes bore into your soul
Mein friends are awesome too
But I am awesomer
With that, the albino sat down. The teacher nodded slowly, "Despite how stupid that poem was, it was not awfully written. Next... Mr. Jones."
Alfred groaned and stood up-
I'm the hero
I'm the star quarterback
Everyone likes me
'Cause I'm the hero
I fight the villains
And save the damsels
I do all of this 'cause
I'm the hero
Alfred sat down and the teacher sighed, "The same to you, finally... Mr. Kirkland." Arthur scoffed and rolled his eyes. He stood up and recited his poem.
My past surrounds me
Forgive and Forget they say
But I refuse to forget
Forget those horrible things
My future surrounds me
Become a doctor they say
It will lead to a better future
Better for me or for you?
My present surrounds me
We are the important ones they say
What made you better than the rest of us?
What gave you the right to put us down?
My head is spinning
What to remember, What to forget
What to want, What to not
When will the world stop
And start using their heads?
Arthur look at from his paper at all of the gaping students. He smirked and sat down. "That was excellent Mr. Kirkland, a wonderful poem. Now students, pass your papers forward, Mr. Bonnefoy please collect them from the front."
Alfred didn't even hear the teacher talk, he wa still gaping at Arthur. "Stay like that for long and bugs will nest in there." Arthur said, noticing Alfred staring at him. Alfred promptly snapped his mouth shut and glared at Arthur for being a smartass.
"Of course someone like you would be into something girly like poetry." Alfred shot at him.
"While I admit a lot of poems are cheesy love poems, there are also a great deal of poems that are deep and meaningful. Think of it as a song, except it's not explaining how you just got laid and there's no music." Arthur countered.
Alfred huffed, "It's still girly."
Arthur smirked, "Does that mean the one you wrote was girly as well?" Alfred opened his mouth to retort but the bell cut him off and Arthur stood up to leave. Alfred pouted as he exited the classroom.
"You will be working with the person next to you on a project for the next week. The two of you will write a poem about your relationship with each other. It must have at least four stanzas and at least four lines per stanza. You will not have time in class to work on this, during class we will be reading a deciphering various poems to help with your understanding of them." She glanced at the clock.
"Class is over in five minutes, you are free for the rest of that time." After that she walked to her desk and did something on the computer.
"So... Wanna come over to my place after school today to do the project?" Alfred asked Arthur.
Arthur raised a brow, "Don't you have football Mr. Star Quarterback?"
Alfred rolled his eyes, "I meant after practice."
"And what am I supposed to do between the time school ends and the end of your practice?" Arthur asked.
"You could just watch us practice." Alfred suggested.
Arthur stared at him for a moment, not saying a word, "I'll bring something to drown out the stupidity."
"Hey!" Alfred pouted.
Hey guys! Tell me what you think, there will be a lot of poems in this story, but don't worry most of them are from Arthur so they'll be decent. Also, anyone who can guess what happens next gets a one-shot! But I won't accept answers that say their going to Alfred's practice. That much is obvious, guess the not obvious. Review please!