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"Backpack...math book..gym clothes and food!" with that I had finished my mental checklist for the morning.

"Alright!" running down the long grey carpeted hall I was the only one left in the building at this time. But nah I'm not worried about being late. The metal front door of my dorm slammed back against the brick wall of the structure. Basically I leave the dorms later than others because the teachers loved me. Our campus is large, I mean dang our dorms are a mile away from the main campus classrooms. Every morning and evening all the students have to walk along the sidewalk paved path between the dorms and school. But dude I need more sleep than that, that's why I got a bike. I brought it from home right after my first semester as a freshman and hid it in the large bushes outside of the main door. Everybody on campus knew that I had it, the main reason I got to keep it despite it being a huge freaking rule breaker was that me basketball coach argued that his that his top player needed more sleep and a higher heart rate or something like that in the morning.

There was a huge that sat to the right of the front door, it was awesome in the spring cause it had these enormous red raspberries, that's where I stashed my bike. But dude everybody knew it was there but like some old dude said 'out of sight, out of mind' ya?. Sticking my hands in through the branches of I reached for the familiar metal handlebars. Reaching, reaching...STILL REACHING!. "What the fuck!" my bike wasn't there! Pushing aside the branches, I ignored the sting of the shallow cuts that formed on my hands and forearms as I looked in. There should have been a onyx black, silver trimmed 16 speed bike propped against her kickstand was a empty gap. "Fuck! where in the-" Well I had remembered to put on my glasses this morning. Where my baby was supposed to be sat a neatly folded piece of paper tire onto a branch with a forest green string.

Grabbing it I tore it from the branch and yanked it open. "That thick browed, bad mouthed, food destroying, stuck up asshole!" I shouted throwing the note to the ground turning to bolt for the school. At an afterthought I dug my heals into the dirt and grabbed the note cramming it into the pocket of my require khakis.A hero does not litter! I ran down the sidewalk the note running through my head. Even if he hadn't signed the note I wouldn't have had any doubts who had written it. The hand writing was a smooth and lanky cursive scroll, always written in a black ink quill.

Good Morning Mr. Jones,

You have been found in violation of the school rule XXXVI. This rule states that no student should bring a vehicular device on campus grounds without prior medical excuse signed by the dean. You have failed to meet these requirements, yet have brought a bike onto school a result your bike has been confiscated. Please arrive at class on time.

Sincerely,

Student Council President Arthur Kirkland

"Man!" I groaned as I heard the last bell for classes ring, I was late. Grabbing the tall wrought iron gate that sat several feet from the entrance I gave myself a push up the walkway. I uttered another groan as I saw him, of all people, standing at the top of the stone steps leading up to the doorway flanked by Antonio and Francis.

"You're late Mr. Jones" Arthur frowned and pulled a bundle of tardy slips and a pen out of the back-pocket of his neatly pleated trousers. I could feel the burn and the rush of embarrassed anger hit my cheeks as they filled with blood.

"we'll its your fault!" I snapped coming to stop at the bottom of the steps. The other boy raised his thick eyebrows in innocent surprise.

"well Mr. Jones how is any of this my fault?" the boy had the audacity, wow big word dude! I'm smart, to have concern in emerald eyes. Brushing a stray strand of blonde hair of of his high cheek bones he turned his attention to straightening the cuffs of his ever perfect school uniform.

"You stole my bike!" I shouted storming up the steps

"what a low and ugly accusations" I stopped to glare at Francis that stood shaking his long hair back and forth clutching at his shoulders. "Big brother does not enjoy all this hate! Love is so much better!"

"No one stole your bike friend" Antonio spoke up.

"Yes, no theft has occurred" Arthur stepped forward ushering the other two back "Though we did confiscate your bike as a violation of the rules"

"That's crap! I've had my bike here since freshman year!"

"Yes, an ongoing violation that I should have taken care of a long time ago"

"Everybody knows that I have it!"

"Then everybody else is also guilty!"

Arthur snapped his pale cheeks flushing with anger, pen met paper, green ink decorating ugly yellow and he angrily filled out a slip with impressive speed an air of success swelling up around him. "You are late for class, therefore you are given a detention! Right after last class report to the student council lounge!"

"But I have practice! We have a huge game on Friday!"

"No but's You should have thought about that before you were late for class"

"This is so unfair!" I shoved up the stairs

"Anger is ugly mon ami!" Francis called after me as I slammed the door shut behind me. 'why does it always seem like he has a stick up his ass!' I was causing no harm! I just had my bike because of practice! Why the hell is he picking on me!' I pushed quietly through the door of my math class. My teacher merely arched his eyebrow and everyone turned to look at me as I dropped into the only back seat that was still left open. I refused to look up as I yanked my books out of my backpack, ears burning hot. I was positive that everybody could see it. I pretended to start taking notes, hoping that everybody would turn around quickly. I wasn't even taking any notes, my hands were shaking too hard. I was so pissed off 'why the hell is he doing this! I haven't done anything to him! This is so stupid!' I gripped my pen tightly and only looked up as a gentle hand fell upon my forearm. My blue eyes shifted and met a set of identical blue orbs hiding behind frames. The shaky smile quirked in the shy features surrounded by median blonde hair.

"Alfred" he whispered "You broke your pen" I looked down at my hand in surprise. Sure enough I had broke my pen and ink leaked over my hand sliding into crevices and dips of my fingers painting them black as night. I looked back at the boy, my younger brother.

"Sorry Mattie" I murmured back and took the was of tissues that he offered me from his red backpack.

"No, your fine. But you seem angry" he whispered as I cleaned my hands the best I could, the ink already staining my hands an ashy gray. Silence spread between us as I scrubbed angrily.

"What happened" he asked and I looked back over as the bell rang

"Ill tell you on the way to the gym" I spoke loudly as the room erupted with voices...

"Oh-oh" Mathew stared at me wide eyed as we entered the packed locker room. " I c-cant believe Arthur took your b-bike"

"Right!" I grunted as I slammed a green paint chipped locker open and yanked my shirt up over my head getting changed into my gym uniform. I moved at a quick pace fueled by anger and slammed the door shut, chips of paint flaking down to fall on the gray bench bellow and the ugly blue and gray checkered tile beneath our feet. Mathew dressed more slowly, a look of dread spreading over his face. I loved gym, especially basketball. My brother on the other hand loathed gym. He was much happier in the library or in the kitchen. He had recently been spending more and more time after class in the culinary classrooms with Francis. It was beginning to make me curious. Not that I was nosy though! No! I am just a super cool older brother watching over my little brother. I leaned against the row of lockers as I waited for Mattie to finish changing. I had to stand here or he would get run over by the masses. Mattie was rather unnoticeable, alot of the time I would go as far as to say that he was invisible. No one would notice him and he would get knocked over alot in the halls. So when I could I would talk with him. I continued to watch my passive sibling tie off his tennis shoes as a familiar order coursed through the locker room. I could feel my mouth press into a thin line as the boy walked through.

"If you are late to class there will be a deduction of points and psychical consequences!" Arthur voiced.

"oH-OH dear" Mathew whispered and scrambled to put his stuff into the locker as quickly as possible. I couldn't help the scowl that crawled onto my face as he stopped at the head of our locker row. Yet the strict blonde did not put pen to paper, he merely watched my brother for a couple moments before he heaved a sigh.

"Hurry along Mathew" with that he headed forward looking for other stragglers.

"Arthur is nice"Mattie protested looking up at me with sincerity "He never writes me up for being so slow even though he can"

"Uh huh" I snorted shoving my hands into my pockets and headed towards the orange double doors at the other end of the room.

"w-wait for me Alfred" Mattie whined and I heard his shuffled footsteps behind me.

"Well hurry up Mattie he may not write you up but he would love to give me another one" yet I slowed my pace and even came to a halt a few rows down as another individual captured my attention. As student body president Arthur did not have to participate in gym activities yet he was required to dress out like the rest of us.

The blonde haired male pulled the student uniform top off in a gentle manner. For a boy, our student president was rather graceful. I watched as nimble fingers folded up the shirt and placed it inside of a locker. I'm not a pervert, no way dude I'm just observing my surroundings, you no all hero like. That was the reason I watched. I couldn't help it as my eyes fell upon Arthur. His body was thin and small, he was lean muscled and graceful. A completely flat stomach lay beneath a chest that slightly displayed his ribcage and between narrow hips. Swallowing quickly I continued to watch as his fingers dropped to his belt buckle.

"DO I NEED TO WRITE YOU ANOTHER TARDY SLIP ALFRED JONES!"

I stepped back startled and really looked at Arthur. The pale boy was glaring at me clutching his gym shirt to his front. Cheeks were flaming red, eyes hot with anger mixed with embarrassment as he glared at me.

"Ah shut up dude!" I laughed quickly whipping around to look at Mattie who was waiting for me nervously behind the corner. "Come on Mattie! Today we are playing basketball!" I laughed and he sighed in response.

"I don't really like basketball" he whispered as we left the locker room through the double orange doors leading to the gym.

"well ya the only sport you like is hockey"

"That's because hockey is fun"

"Ya, but its even more violent then basketball" I pointed brother is unnoticeable and quiet, that is until hand met stick and stick met was when my brother came to life. Mattie is the team head of the schools hockey team, ever since he took control our team has been undef-eatable in the realm of teams had tried to target him off the ice hoping to sabotage him yet they can never find him, he is not even the same person. On the ice he is brutal, commanding and ruthless. That is definitely one sport that I will not compete with my brother in. I've got a rep to keep and getting slaughtered by my little brother would definitely not be a good thing.

"Alfred! Be on my team! My team! My teammmmmmm!"

"Sure" I didn't even need to look up to see who was yelling and who my teammates would be. That shrill voice belonged to Feliciano which meant my teammates would be Lovino, Kiku, Ludwig, Mattie and over I stopped in front of Feliciano who bounced on his heels.

"Oh Im so excited for gym to be over! I heard that today's lunch is going to be pasta!"

"Alright teams to their sides!" the teacher entered the room and Feliciano waved excitedly, his grandfather was the teacher. Yet my attention left the authority figure to focus on the adjacent blonde sitting in the old, cold metal bleachers across the way. He sat, thin legs crossed over each-other, his small hands placed on each side of him as he leaned forward to better hear the teacher his emerald orbs glued to the man.

'he is so thin' unconsciously my fingers made a clutching motion at my stomach. I was extremely active yet I don't have six pack. Pinching at the small amount of fat on my sides, I swallowed and nervously looked around quickly sighing relief, nobody was watching me. I looked at the others that stood around me. The two brothers Feliciano and Lovino were short yet lanky. Ludwig was extremely built, not gross, he could still touch his hands but there was not an ounce of fat on his body. Mattie was soft yet thin, no pudge except in his cheeks. My brother has a round face, baby fat that he had never grown out of. I looked down once again as I pinched my side 'maybe i should lay off all of those snacks that I have been eating'

"Alright to the center! Let's get started!" the teacher yelled his loud commanding voice echoing through the gym. Squeaking and shuffling sounded as my class mates and I moved across the polished wooden floor. I moved to the middle to start off the game.

"Gilbert" I nodded pushing up my glasses as I looked at the leader of the other team.

"Ah good morning Alfred. Ready to taste my awesomeness!?" the albino chortled his red eyes gleaming with energy.

"Bring it dude!" Man this guy is a weirdo. I mean red eyes really? Dude that is just not normal at all. I bent at the knees, back arching slightly as my hand hovered over the ball fingers quivering as I locked eyes with Gilbert.

"Start!" at the teachers yell my reflexes and muscle memory jump started. The glare that met mine amused me as I knocked the ball out of his reach.

"Go" I shouted. Basketball, whether it be i gym, at the park or in competition I absolutely loved this sport. I could feel the bunch and stretch of my muscles beneath my skin as I ran, the thudding of my heart against my rib cage, short breaths raging in my lungs, arms pumping furiously as I ran.

"Alfred!" As Ludwig's short came from my right my hands automatically moved and caught the ball as my body swung underneath the hoop as I jumped. I laughed and dropped down to the floor ad-mists shouts of approval and groans of defeat. Yet the voices were washed out and muffled as my eyes of blue clashed with a lush green. If I didn't know any better it would seem as if Arthur had been watching me the entire time. His book sat closed and clasped tightly against his stomach. He was leaning forward ever so slightly a look of anxious excitement on his features. It seemed we reached an awkward moment at the same time as a heavy blushed rose to my cheeks. He turned read and leaned back abruptly looking away and covering his face with his book.

'adorable..'

"ALFRED THE BALL!" Ludwig shouted and that was the last thing that I remembered.

"Ah! He's waking up!" A high pitched female voice met my ears "Hey Alfred are you okay?"

"Uh..."I blinked rapidly, the bright light over me stinging my eyes and quickly made me aware of a heavy pounding in my head. It took me a moment to realize where I was. The room stank of sterilizing cleaning products. The white washed walls were decorated with medical posters and charts. Two beds with each its own curtains sat against the wall with a much larger curtain that was pushed back revealing a desk. I had ended up in the nurses office.

"Chelles step back from his personal space and turn off the head lamp. You have it on the highest setting and no doubt he has a right headache. I don't want him tossing his breakfast all over the place. a tilted voice captured my full attention as the light clicked off. I turned my head pressing my left cheek into the stiff, flat pillow. Arthur stood next to my bed, back in his school uniform. He pulled a thermometer off a tall silver tray on the bedside table. "Chelles you can head back to art now, you have missed enough of class"

"Okay! Ill leave him to you!" the long haired girl bounced off the store she had perched herself upon. The large pigtails crowded her face as she smiled grabbing a satchel from the floor. She whirled around on low healed shoes and pushed the door open disappearing into the quiet hallway, the single door swinging gently shut behind her.

"Here I have to record your temperature"

"Uh" I looked back at the other blond that stood at my bedside, thermometer in hand. "It's not like Im sick or anything dude.

"The nurse has asked me to do this so just listen would you" Arthur sighed and before I could protest he jammed that little cold stick into my mouth. He must have seen the argument and questions in my expression for he sighed, thick brows knotting in annoyance. "You hit your head twice. For some reason you weren't paying attention during the game" he moved quietly and gently settling himself onto Chelles abandoned stool. He draped one slender leg over the other, small pale hands clasping about his knees. "You weren't paying attention when Ludwig tossed you the ball " he made air quotes with his fingers "to slam the dunk" he sighed "he threw the ball and it hit you square in the face, you tripped backwards and fell back hitting your head on the floor completely blacking out. No one could get you to wake up, so Ludwig and Gilbert carried you here. The nurse said that you don't have a concussion, but a good sized bump that will smart for a while and she would not be surprised if you had headaches over the next couple days. She says no practice for you today and I told her that worked out perfectly" his expression changed from calm to smug as he popped the thermometer from my mouth, which mind you, dude was pretty easy considering gaping at him.

"I mean you weren't going to practice anyways, you have detention with me in the student council room" he looked at the stick and scribbled down information on the chart. "She says that she wants to rest and she'll be back in a little bit to release you before lunch. I have to get back to make sure that everything is set up for club rush. He closed the folder sliding the pen inside as a book marker. "So you just stay here and rest like you are supposed to. He walked over to the window fingers clasping the white curtains and drew them shut with an efficient snap.

I blinked quickly to let my eyes adjust, however I was grateful as with the lack of light my headache lessened a bit. Arthur crossed the room to the door and proceeded to walk through the door. Yet he paused and looked over his shoulder the barest ghost of a smile lifting his lips "Rest easy Alfred, I will talk to your other professors for you, don't worry." with that he left closing the door behind him. My eyes stayed trained on the ugly gray door a I listened to the click of his precise footsteps fade down the hallway. I rolled to my left pressing my face against the sterile smelling pillow

"Dammit" was the only sound besides the ticking clock sounding in the room as I hid my face. I know it was pointless since I was alone and the room was dark yet it helped ease my thudding chest and the fire burning my cheeks. I may not be the smartest guy, especially not compared to Arthur, man he is a smart dude. But I did know one thing, I had heard the girls talk about it plenty enough with them being cheerleaders on the sidelines. Head flighty, heart thudding, sweaty palms and being embarrassed for no reason, not cool dude. My hands fisting in the sheets as I groaned. Dude, I had a crush on Arthur, I, Alfred F. Jones, an average student, popular among the girls, captain of the basketball team and overall cool hero had a huge 'school girl' crush on Arthur Kirkland. Straight A-student, cool headed strict president of the student council.

Flipping onto my stomach I smothered my face into the pillow completely. I had detention tonight for two hours, alone with him in a room, I'm not sure if Ill be able to get through it. This is going to be a really, really long afternoon. I couldn't fight the yawn that rose into my throat as I moved back onto my side. Tiredness began to creep in on me and I allowed it to pull my eyes such as a wave of sleep to roll over me with relief