Arthur was at the High School Homecoming dance. He didn't even know why he came. It seemed like something to do for more student council publicity. After all, what is a president without his followers. Anyway, Arthur was sitting at a table alone when Francis appeared out of nowhere. He was the student council's vice president and had an extremely large posse. Not to mention, Francis was a giant pain in Arthur's ass.
"Do you want to dance?" he purred over the loud music while holding out his hand.
"Fuck off."
"You must have misunderstood me. I said that you look fat in those pants."
Francis ran off as fast as he could and Arthur almost had caught up to him before he tripped over someone's foot and landed face-flat on the floor. He heard an "Oh crap" and a "Nice going Al" before someone had picked him up. With his feet back on the ground, he glared at his tripper. It was Alfred F. Jones, the school's golden boy. Arthur felt an unusual happiness in his heart. Not that Arthur liked Alfred. Oh no, he would never admit to liking Alfred. That would be just ridiculous.
"Hey sorry about that. How about I make it up by you and me dancing together?" he said with a sparkle of hope in his eyes. Arthur huffed and a smile appeared on Alfred's face. Alfred thought in his mind, Alfred:1 Francis:0
"By the way, you look great in those pants."