Alfred F Jones was in no way a pervert.
He was an honest (Most of the time), hardworking, all-American boy. He did his homework, he volunteered at church bake sales, be it only to get to eat as many cakes as he wants. But the point is that he is a good person.
Right?
If he was a good person how did he end up sitting on the roof of a certain French transfer students house with a pair of binoculars and a telescope aimed into some girl's bedroom.
Alfred hadn't intended for any of this to happen, all he had wanted to do was make the new kid Francis feel welcome. So when he had asked him to hang out tonight, being the hero and all Alfred had agreed. However he had assumed they would be watching the basketball game, not…this.
"Look erm…Francis" Alfred began
"Shh Mon petite the show iz about to start" Francis grinned unsettled Alfred, he could just imagine what kind of perverted things that were running through the French man's head.
A small beeping sound, presumably the alarm on Francis's watch told them it was exactly 11pm. Alfred wasn't exactly sure why Francis had insisted they be ready for exactly this time when the door in the bedroom opened.
A small petite girl with very long blonde pigtails came in the room. She was wearing the uniform from Alfred's school but he had trouble placing the girl.
Alfred was about to ask what they were doing here when she began to take off her school issued below the knee length pinafore.
No man had ever blushed redder the Alfred F Jones in that very moment. He would have yelled or hit Francis if his teenage hormones hadn't commanded him to watch as the girl undressed.
Luckily or disappointingly, depending on how you looked at it she was wearing a pair of small black shorts under her skirt. But boy were they tight leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
Despite being so skinny and clearly flat chested her legs were legendary, the only way to describe them.
Then it all clicked together, he had heard rumours of a girl with legendary legs. They said she was notorious around school for being the only one to ever take down almost every gang in the city. She was even said to of been able to make the famous Antonio shiver in his boots back when he was the biggest gang leader around.
This couldn't be her…could it?
Suddenly her curtains were drawn and Alfred almost groaned, despite how much he would deny it. He was actually enjoying the view.
"So now what?" Alfred asked the Frenchman only now noticing he was packing up the telescope. He turned to smile at him, not a perverted one for once but one filled with excitement. "Now we get ready to run like zee devil is chasing us"
Alfred had no idea what that meant but didn't have time to question it as a dark figure jumped from the window and hit the ground running.
She has long blonde hair tinted with green on the ends flying behind her, she wore a pair of black shorts and matching knee high socks that looked like they had been sewn together with neon green thread. Her shirt was white and ripped showing off her flat stomach with the sex pistols logo on it.
If it weren't for those unmistakable emerald green eyes Alfred probably would never have recognised her.
Alice Kirkland, student body president and now apparently the legendary fighter that every gang feared.
She ran directly to them slowing down as she looked up at the two of them on the building.
Alfred wondered if she was expecting them to come down when suddenly she grabbed the corner of the building and climbed up. She moved like a cat, so graceful and with purpose. If he weren't watching it with his very eyes Alfred would assume it impossible for how fast she reached the top.
Alice looked at the two and grinned.
Alfred had never seen her smile before and it honestly made his heart flutter at the sight of the mysterious glint in those green eyes.
"Ello love" She laced a hand on her hip looking directly at Francis. "When I eard you were back in town I never expected you to come looking for me so soon frog"
Gone was the proper and well-spoken Alice that Alfred and the whole school knew, she was someone, no something else.
"Vhat can I say, I do not like to put off matters like this for too long" Francis spoke seriously and for a moment Alfred didn't dare breathe. What if things turned violent? Did Francis expect him to help?
"I missed you too you bloody wanker" She laughed throwing her arms around her. Francis picked her up and twirled her around. "It has been too long Mon Cher"
Alfred felt so out of the loop it was like he was back in science class. "Achem" he cleared his throat to try and gain the twos attention.
"Oh yes how silly of me" Francis put Alice down and placed a hand on Alfred's shoulder. "I'm sure the two of you have met before, but this time Alfred here has agreed to join me"
"I did what?" Alfred asked surprised
"By you, I'm sure ya mean us. Cause I let you off easy last time love, letting your gang dissolve rather then taking you down. I won't be making that offer twice" Alice cracked her knuckles making Francis gulp.
"Oi, oi mon amour. But surely you ave heard that Gilbert and Antonio ave joined forces"
"So what, I retired from that life a long time ago. What do I care if they-"
"Are being called the greatest gang empire ever seen" Francis cut her off a small smile tugging at his lips as he saw how her fingers curled into a fist and she gained a dangerous aura about her.
"Oh. If that so then" Alice pulled a long black scarf out from her pocket and tied it around the lower half of her face for that like her hair it would trail behind her as she ran jumping over to the next building so that Alfred could only see her shadow against the moon light.
"Come on then boys, I have a city to reclaim. And a couple of twats to make beg for mercy"
Alfred F Jones was a good person.
Until he met the real Alice Kirkland and fell for her with the simple promise of regaining what she had given up.
He no longer wanted to be a good person, he only wanted her.