There is nothing more humiliating then being rejected by your long time love interest, Maybe he just said no because I'm British…naa, everyone wants to date a British guy. I guess he said no because he knew I was too good looking for him. I mean is it wrong to like a guy? Or is it only wrong because I'm a guy too?

I guess that it could just be looks; I mean he's a tall 6'7 blond haired, baby blue eyed, chiselled jaw, American footballer and I'm a measly 5'11 ashy brown haired, green eyed, British book worm. It's not like I could ever compete with his (ex) cheerleader girlfriend. She's still trying to hang off his arm like he's the pole and she's the stripper. I would have paid to see her face the day he told her it was over. I heard she had a mega tantrum flipping tables and attacking some of his friends.

The look of pure horror on her face when I asked him out on a date was priceless. I was never one to hide my sexuality, no I'm not overly flamboyant and talk like I have a stick up my arse, but if you asked me which body type I preferred I would tell you openly that I was gay and have never liked girls. And I wouldn't have felt bad about him saying he wasn't into guys if the sound of her laughter wasn't in the background, I just want to punch her in the mouth. But I can't risk my chance for oxford just because a slut laughed at me being turned down for a date.

The bell for class rang and the crowd dispersed leaving me and her in the hallway. She walked up to me with a smug look on her face.

'Face it Arthur he's mine' I couldn't hold back my laughter, was she real right now? "He's mine"

'Last time I checked Natalia. He left you, meaning he isn't yours, you just wish he was.' I stated and then walked to my first class of the year.

I grumbled realising that my first class was all the way on the other side of the school, meaning that I was going to be late and probably have to sit next to that weird Canadian kid again. Matthew? I think his name was…who knows.

I didn't even bother to knock as I walked into my class just scanned the faces of the kids in seat, looking for that unruly curl that stuck out of Matthews hair, But to my surprise when I found the shy boy the seat next to him was taken by Gilbert. A white haired, "totally awesome" pain in the arse, I have no idea why Matthew was talking to him, but they seemed to be having a rather good chat so I didn't feel the need to move the white haired devil.

'Hey Arthur' I looked over to see the object of my affections pointing to an empty seat next to him. I sighed and walked over to the empty seat, not only had I just been rejected but now I had to sit next to him for the rest of the year too? The world hates me.

'How you doing dude?' he asked me with a big grin on his stupid, handsome face. I sighed really? He wants to ask how I'm feeling. How about miserable, hating that I'm stuck sitting with him for the rest of the year. That the mere sound of his voice and the feel of his body next to mine is making me blush harder then I was when I asked him out.

I ignored the question and waited for the teacher to start the lesson. He didn't even seem to care that I came in late, he was this weird Italian dude, I think he is the grandfather of one of the kids in the school. Most of the girls in the school thought he was hot, and I can't blame them, for an old man he looked pretty good, he didn't have any grey hair, and his skin was still as smooth as a 20 year old. His body still looked really fit too; I could have sworn he had abbs under that dress shirt and a perfect ass too.

'Hey Iggy?' I felt someone prod my side ripping me from my thoughts.

'Ow, what was that for you bloody git?' I looked over at Alfred gearing daggers at him while rubbing my side where he gabbed.

'I said do you want to be my partner for the assignment we have to do over the year?' he said with a grin seeming to have not heard what I called him.

'What assignment?' I asked a confused expression clear on my face. Crap did I zone out staring at the teacher? I heard Alfred chuckle under his breath, because normally it would have been him zoning out and him asking me after class to tutor him. That's how this whole crush thing started, last year he was falling behind in his classes and he desperately needed someone to help him or else they were kicking him off the football team. So my teacher offered me to him for tutoring, I had only said yes because I needed the money, living alone didn't always have its ups.

At first I was annoyed by how dumb he was. But after a few months of helping him I saw the progress he made, realised closer to the end of the year just how much I had fallen for him, I was so immensely happy and proud of him when he got 100/100 on his tests. That was the day he realised he could do so much better than a cheerleader who was cheating on him and dumped Natalia that afternoon.

I couldn't help but smile at the memory of him giving me a huge hug and crying on my shoulder about how happy he was that I had helped him though the year and that next year he could apply for football scholarships to get into university.

I jumped as there was another prod at my side, and looked over to Alfred again, this time he was giving me an almost childish pout.

'You're not listening to me.' He whined. I sighed and apologised.

'I'm sorry, what were you saying about the assignment?' I asked positive I was going to pay attention this time. The smile was back on Alfred's face.

'Ok. So it's a yearlong project where we have to learn about our partners life's and type up a paper about what we learned about them.' He explained

'It has to be typed up in three parts. First is the past, Second is about the person now, and lastly about what they want to do in the future' Alfred said an excited smile covering his face.

'It's worth more than half our overall final grade' he said

'So why do you want me to be your partner? Aren't you supposed to be disgusted by my right now?' I said a slight bitter tone to my voice. I couldn't help but be confused and mad that after turning me down he wants to partner up with me, and yes I had said we could be friends but that didn't mean I wanted to do a yearlong assignment with him. He smiled at me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

'What are you talking about? Why would I be disgusted by you? Just because you told me your feelings doesn't change the fact that you saved my ass last year and I owe you one.' He said a huge grin plastered on his face.

'I figured that seeing as you helped me I would help you with this, I'll tell you anything you want for your essay that way you get top marks.' He doesn't see the problem with this does he?

'You do realise that I'm going to have to tell you everything about me too, and seeing as it's a "group" project if you do a crap essay then we both fail.' The look of realisation that crossed the Americans face was priceless.

'I didn't think of that…you've got to help me Iggy! You know I can't wright essays, I get all distracted.' Alfred yelled while pulling me into a tight embrace crushing the air from my lungs.

'Al-Alfred, I can't breathe!' I groaned out trying to wriggle out of his embrace. Apologising instantly he let me go, and watched as I awkwardly forced air back into my lungs.

'Fine, ill partner up with you for the assignment' I said sighing this is going to be a long year.