Chapter One

Alfred's Point of View

"Ah, the first day at this glorious new place!" I gestured to the building in front of me, which was a pretty big building; probably 3 stories high, "So, Arthur, you are a junior, so you've been here before, so you need to tell me everything about it! Who are the nice teachers? The mean ones?" I turned to him, but he just continued to walk forward, not paying a lick of attention to what I was asking. Pretty rude if you ask me. "Are you mad because you have to retake Chemistry and now you'll be in the same class as me?" I assumed that was it, but he just shook his head and started walking quickly, before I knew it, I lost him in the crowd of people trying to find there way.

I sighed and reached into my pocket pulling out my schedule. First hour was English in room 213 with some guy name Mr. Andrews. I don't know if he's nice or not, so I'm kinda scared. What if he's a total jackass and now he's my homeroom teacher? Maybe there is someone I might know in there. It's a chance worth taking, but first, I had to find room 213. I'll just ask someone!I walked forward a few steps, then saw a person looking down at their own schedule, maybe they had the same first hour, who knows? I walked up to him and tapped his shoulder, "Hey! Can you help me out?" I asked, laughing softly.

The person turned to me and looked up slightly. He was shorter than me, but it couldn't be by that much, maybe only a few inches. He had black hair and brown eyes, and he wasn't smiling. I wonder why he's not smiling on such an awesome day! I decided to not pay mind to his emotional state of mine, even though I bet he'd look cute if- I mean, uh… "With what?" The person spoke up, head tilted slightly.

"Oh right," I showed him my schedule, and he examined it, but did not say anything, then I realized why, I hadn't told him what I needed help with! It's not my fault, it's hard to stay focused when he's standing there with that adorable look of con- No! I am straight /sure you are cx/ and I don't even know this person's name! "Do you know where room 213 is?" I said quickly, trying to move this along so I could get to class and away from this weird, attractive, unusual person, but now that I think about it…

"I'll take you there if you'd like," he offered, in a low whisper, so I could barely hear him. Not the social type much, is he? I grabbed my phone from my pocket and checked the time, 7:30. He had time to lead me to class, but he didn't have to, but then again, I suck at following directions.

"Alright, if you really want to," I shrugged, and he gave me a small nod before walking towards the front door, but for some reason, I couldn't move, and my feet seemed like they were glued to the ground. He noticed that I was not following him and he stared at me, waiting for me to do something, but I just was frozen! Was I nervous? Before I knew it, he had grabbed my wrist and started pulling me away from the spot I was frozen in, but only for a few steps, then he let go. When he let go, I frowned, only in the slightest; his hand was soft and warm, I liked it. No, that didn't mean that I liked him, it was just a comforting feeling. Of course I would enjoy something that was comforting! Who wouldn't? I know if Arthur saw me right now, he would be making fun of me, and call me gay, but I'm not! I am heterosexual! Straight! Not interested in guys at all!

I followed him, just a little bit behind him, when he turned back slightly, then back forward again, "your name?" He asked, and I swear to god, at that moment, I forgot my own name. Probably the most embarrassing moment of my life. "You don't have a name then?"

"N-No! I do have a name! It's Ar- No! Alfred! Alfred Jones, first year!" I frantically tried to remember my name. I am 15 and I still don't even know my name? 15 years with the same damn name and I can't remember it in this exact moment. Am I that nervous? Jeez, I'm just talking to some random dude I just met, why am I nervous? I wasn't nervous when I met Francis, or any of Arthur's friends, SO WHY THE HELL IS THIS GUY MAKING ME FORGET MY NAME!?

"Hm. Alfred." He whispered to himself, then entered the building, walking towards the stairs. Does he not have a name or something? That's how we introduce ourselves in America! I say my name, you say yours. You don't just repeat it, then walk off.

It was obvious that he wasn't from here, because he didn't even know the customary greeting. I sighed, "Aren't you going to tell me your name?" I asked, and he stopped walking, then turned around, looking highly confused.

"My name? Did you want to know it?" He asked, and I had to resist the urge to say something like "well no shit," so I just nodded instead. "Well, you can call me Kiku," and that was all he said before turning back around and walking up the stairs, in which I followed. Was that it? No last name? No hand shake? Nothing? He really doesn't know how to greet anyone, does he? But I'm not going to dwell on it. This is probably the first time I'll ever see him, so I don't have to know him I guess. Still wouldn't mind to know his full name just in case.

When we got to the top of the stairs, he turned right, then pointed down the hall before walking any further, "The room you are looking for is right down there. It has the sign next to the door with the number 213 in big white letter on a black frame. It's not hard to miss. Unless you are blind, then that is a problem, but considering you wear glasses, I'm going to presume that you are not blind, and you can see just fine."

Before I could even say "thank you" he had disappeared down the hallway. Weird. Why did he leave like that? He still has till 7:45, and it's only 7:34, so he had plenty of time. We could have talked a bit longer. Maybe I freaked him out. Great, I freaked out the first person I met here. Isn't that just fantastic? I walked down the hallway, avoiding people the best I could. I want to become more adapted to this place before I get more people weirded out by me, even though I am not weird; I'm the coolest person they will ever meet, but apparently some people can't handle me.

I came upon room 213, and when I entered, there were literally no familiar faces. None at all. Everyone was a complete stranger. But then again, not everyone was here yet, so there was still time for them to get here.

I sat down in the seat in center front, because that's where all the cool people sat. And considering I am the coolest person ever, this seat was especially left open for me, because everyone knows that I am the coolest. I mean, I'm attractive, smart, tall, a blonde, with perfect skin, beautiful eyes, and I'm quite modest.

I pulled out my phone and began to take selfies. I could tell people were looking at me, but who cares? I can do whatever I want. Haters gonna hate, and there's nothing I can do about it, but I'm gonna be myself no matter what they think.

Just a few minutes later of me playing Crossy Road on my phone, there was a person standing in front of me. I glanced up from my phone at the guy. He was pretty tall. He looked super friendly though, "You're in my seat," he said with a smile.

I laughed, "your seat? Well, I was here first, so, it's my seat. I'm Alfred, who are you?" I asked, trying to make conversation. Even though he seemed friendly, his tall stature was a bit intimidating. Nothing I would ever fear though. I'm not scared of anything.

"I am Ivan, and that is my seat, so you need to move." Was he serious? What gives him the right to say that this is his seat? It's the first day. Nobody could have occupied this seat before me!

"Well, Ivan, unfortunately for you, this is my seat, and you can't have it," Thinking back, I don't think that was my best choice, because I could hear whispers around the room. And all the other people in the class were hiding in the back, huddled together; even the teacher! Who was this guy and why was everyone so scared of him? He looks like a giant teddy bear.

I heard one guy shout in a whisper, "don't get him angry! Just give up the seat and he might consider sparing you!" Jeez, what did this guy do to get everyone so scared? I'm sure he is a scary guy to everyone else, but I'm not like that. I'm the hero. Nothing scares me. Not even this giant evil teddy bear. He's probably just a bad guy I have to defeat to come closer to finding my princess! I'll just fight this guy, no problem. It can't be that hard. He's just scary because he's super tall, he probably can't even throw a punch.

I stood up from the seat, but I had no intentions of moving. This was going to be my seat, and nobody was going to do anything about that. Not a giant evil teddy bear, or a random kid telling me to move, no one. This is my seat, and I'm staying here.

"Alfred was it? Why have you not moved?" He asked, his head tilted slightly in pure confusion, and maybe anger, but I could barely see anything besides his smile.

"Because I don't want to, you big-nosed, giant, evil, teddy bear!" When I said this, there were many loud gasps from the people who were hiding in the back of the room, and I knew I probably fucked up, but hey, like that one rapper said, YOLO!

"Big-nosed? Giant? Evil?... Teddy bear…?" Ivan suddenly had a dark aura emitting from him, and I could already see my fate. I'm going to be killed by an over-sized teddy bear. He patted my head, but even though it looked like gentle pats, it hurt like hell, and I felt like my feet were being dug into the ground. How the hell is he doing this?!

"Ivan, could you please not do that?" I heard another person say. I looked to my right to see a guy with long dark brown hair that was tied in a ponytail. As soon as he said this, the giant teddy bear stopped patting my head and walked away.

"Hello, I'm sorry about that, are you alright?" The guy with the ponytail asked, "I'm Yao, second year." He smiled slightly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Hey, Yao, I'm Alfred, first year!" I introduced myself with a grin. Why wasn't this guy scared of the teddy bear like everyone else? This school is so weird.

"No brain damage, correct? He's been known to do that to people, so I was just making sure." He smiled then walked away from me, following the huge teddy bear to the middle of the classroom, taking a seat there. Wow. First day and I almost got killed. I'm so tweeting this.

I pulled out my phone and turned it on, opening the Twitter app, and clicking "compose tweet" and started typing when the keyboard popped up: Omg the first day Nd I almost got killed by an overgrown evil teddy bear with a huge nose! Wtf is up with this school?! #ThisIsCrayCray #Weirdasf #firstdaymadness #random

There. I sat back down in the center seat in the front. The one that one guy wanted, but here I am. Just a few moments later, the bell rang and some lady walked to the front of the class. Probably the teacher. Usually the first week or so is just getting to know everyone, so I kinda zoned her out. I'll listen next week when we actually start learning things, but for now, no thanks.

I was just staring at my desk, thinking about what I was going to have for lunch when she decided to slam a piece of paper down on my desk, "this is the quiz to test your knowledge. If you were listening," she, most likely intentionally, looked at me, "you'll get one hundred percent. If not," she once again, intentionally, looked at me, "you'll probably crash and burn, resulting in a failing grade for the first assignment put in the grade book. Oh, did I mention this would be put in as common assessments? Meaning it'd be eighty percent of your grade." She continued to pass out papers with a wicked smile on her face. This bitch was one of those teachers who acted nice, but was really out to get you. She is evil. Great. My homeroom teacher is evil.

I reached into my bag and pulled out a mechanical pencil, pressing the top a few times until I got the right amount of lead for me to write. After that, I stared down at my quiz, and I knew I was going to fail. There were a bunch of big words and I had to figure out which one out of a group of four didn't belong. What the hell does malevolent mean? Equanimity? Sangfroid? Equilibrium? Okay, let's see: Equilibrium sounds like a weird potion, sangfroid sounds retarded, equanimity sounds like it means equal, and malevolent sounds like that one Disney villain. What was her name? Oh yeah, Maleficent.

Ah, fuck it, I'm just gonna go YOLO mode on this shit. Malevolent. That one doesn't work. It's too normal. The other ones sound like weird medicines, malevolent sounds like it's an actual word. Plus, that's what the guy next to me chose.

I wonder why she gave us a quiz on the first day. I mean, what kind of insane teacher is she?

The rest of the hour went by agonizingly slow. I ended up just answering in the pattern ACDC. Hopefully the evil teacher bitch has a sense of humor.

I glanced over to see that the dude I got the first answer from, had just put A for all his answers. And at the top, he wrote "A=Awesome" in sloppy handwriting. He has problems. And his name just made me laugh. "The Awesome Gilbert." What kind of name is Gilbert? A crappy one, that's what kind. His parents obviously wanted to set him up for failure, but he seems pretty cocky from his answers and "name".

The bell rung and everyone quickly stood up, anxious to get to their next class, "homework is the reading log I emailed to you all," there were loud groans of annoyance in return. This is officially the most hated hour ever. And it's all thanks to Mrs. I'm-Gonna-Assign-Homework-And-Give-You-A-Test-On-The-First-Day. I hate her. I have never hated anyone before; not even giant-nosed teddy bear, but she just changed that. I don't even know her name.

I sighed heavily and pulled out my schedule from my pocket, unfolding it and looking at the second hour row. Math in room 106. Where the hell is that? Where is that one cute- I mean, Kiku, the one guy who showed me where this room is?

"You need help?" I heard someone say from behind me, and I turned to see the guy who saved me from the teddy bear, Yao or something. I nodded slightly, then showed him my schedule, "Oh, I know where that is. Go down the first flight of stairs to your right, then walk right to the end of that hallway, then it should be the 4th classroom down that hall."

I didn't really understand what his directions were, but I just nodded and walked down the hall, not knowing where the hell I was going. Damn, why was this school so big. Which way was I supposed to go again? Right or left? Shit, I seriously just saw him and I don't remember what he said. Am I really that bad at following directions? Is my memory that bad? Jeez, I'm an idiot.

I took a left, and started walking down that hall, staring down at my phone, playing Crossy Road once again. I am addicted to this game! England showed me it last week and I have been playing it ever since.

Since I was staring down at my phone, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, and I ended up running into someone who was holding a bunch of papers, and I watched as all the papers scattered around the hall. Since I was such a kind person, I kneeled down to help the person pick it up. Oh my gosh, this is like every teenage love story movie I have ever seen! The girl drops all her papers, and the heroic male, which is me, helps the fair maiden, and when they both stand up, their eyes meet and they fall in love. This was the moment of truth. I picked up the last paper and stood up, awaiting my fair maiden, and just as I had predicted she was-

"Kiku?!"