"I hate school, Sebastian. Why must I go? I'm an earl! There's no reason for an earl to go to school!" Ciel ranted to his butler, Sebastian.

"Actually, my lord, the fact that you're an earl is simply all the more reason for you to go to school and get educated." Sebastian replied cooly.

"Hmph! I still find it stupid." Ciel said stubbornly. "And are you done yet?! It feels like you've been tying those laces for hours now!" The little boy yelled, glancing down at his butler who was just about done tying his master's shoes.

"Yes, young master." Sebastian retorted. The black clad butler then stood up and said, "Now if you'll excuse me, I must prepare your lunch for school."

Ciel then stood up, and looked in his mirror. His outfit matched his personality perfectly. He was wearing a long-sleeve navy blue top, navy blue shorts that dropped just below his knees, black shin-high stockings, navy blue platform sneakers and a navy blue coat.

His finishing touch, however, was his eyepatch. While he would never tell his fellow school students, he had shamelessly made a deal with a demon in his younger years. The demon happened to also be none other than his own black butler, Sebastian. The mark of his contract had been seared into his left eye; a purple pentagram in a circle. He slowly place his patch, covering the mark, and now he was ready.

The bluenette wandered into the dining hall, where a bowl of oatmeal and a side of exotic fruits had been laid out for him. He ate the meal hungrily but carefully, trying hard not to get oatmeal on his face.

As soon as he was done with breakfast, as if on cue, Sebastian came into the Dining hall carrying a bento box*.

"Here is your meal for later," Sebastian said, handing Ciel the bento box. He then pulled something that looked like a purse out from behind his back, "and here is your backpack."

"Thank you, Sebastian. Now I really should get going." Ciel replied going outside to the carriage that waited him.

Ciel's school, Charleston Prep*, was rather famous for it's sports. It was home to a new sport, called 'football', and of course, with his rotten luck, Ciel had ended up on the team. He had no plans of joining an sports, clubs, or anything for that matter, but it was the football team that had begged and pleaded for him to join. Why? Because Ciel could kick. He kicked higher, swifter, and faster than anyone else one the football team, and that was what made them want him. How did the football team find out he could kick? They had seen him kick a dodgeball at some random kid had just so happened to tell Ciel that he was the 'biggest emo loser' in the whole school.

When Sebastian found out about this, he tried his hardest to comfort the young earl, who despised sports. "It will be a great experience for you, my lord." He'd say.

"Great experience?! All I'm ever going to be doing is kicking a ball around and then get attacked by other players! How in God's name will that be a 'great experience'?!" Ciel roared back.

"Well young master, if it really is so terrible, you can always look to the cheerleaders for... inspiration." Was Sebastian's reply.

Cheerleaders. Bah! Ciel thought as he walked out onto the rather muddy football field for his ridiculous morning practice. He did look, though, and surely enough, the cheerleaders were practicing on the opposite side of the field. What a stupid idea, he thought. The point of cheerleaders was ridiculous, to him. Just pretty girls in skirts throwing balls of fluff into the air.

The rest of the football team was out practicing as well, and when they saw Ciel they cheered.

"Hey Ciel!" a strawberry blonde, Finny, called. "C'mere an' kick this ball fer us!" He hollered.

Ciel sighed and walked over to Finny, who was holding the football in place. He swung his foot back, preparing to kick, when one of the cheerleaders caught his eye.

How dare you do what Sebastian says! Especially when it's something so stupid! Ciel thought, scolding himself for looking towards the cheerleaders.

However his cheerleader of choice also just so happened to be looking back at him. Dang, she sure is pretty. Ciel thought.

The cheerleader was a blonde, with her hair cut into a cute, short, bob that seemed to circle her perfectly round head. She was short, but perhaps a little bit taller than Ciel, and flatchested with a tiny waist. Not to mention she had the coldest, iciest, bluest eyes Ciel had ever seen, and they were starring right. at. him.

As she looked over at Ciel, her peppy cheerleader smile was replaced by a small smirk. Ciel suddenly blushed, his face growing rather hot, and the cheerleader suddenly turned to another blonde and giggled with her, pointing at Ciel.

"C'mon Ciel! Kick the ball!" Finny yelled, and Ciel swung his foot forward, smacking the ball dead center.

The football went soaring through the air at incredible speeds and sailed right over the goal. The football players hollered with triumph and the cheer squad tossed their pompoms into the air, a certain blonde winking at Ciel when she caught hers.

The rest of the practice went by rather slow with Ciel starring back at the cheerleaders every now and then. He got no more winks or mischievous smirks, and he was somewhat grateful for that. There's no need for making friends here, Ciel thought. The only friends an earl needs are his fellow earls.

Anyway, Ciel really did hate football, so no one could've possibly imagined his relief when the practice was over. As he marched off the field, he grumbled to himself about how he wished football was never invented.

He was beginning to grumble about more random things when he felt a heavy thud on his upper back.

"Ack!" Ciel yelled as he was pushed to the ground. When he looked back up however, he saw the source of his great fall. A blonde, blue-eyed cheerleader.

"What do you want?" he mumbled to the cheerleader, who was making him feel awkward and annoyed.

"You're Ciel Phantomhive aren't you? You're a really good kicker." She cooed back, blue eyes shut, a big smile on her face as she looked down at the little earl.

"Well thanks-Hey! How did you know my name?" Ciel hissed at her.

"You're kind of famous here, I guess. People keep telling me the most emo boy in the school is a blue-haired boy named Ciel Phantomhive." She told him, opening her blue, blue eyes. "I like emo boys." She said much softer, more to herself than Ciel.

"Ugh. Figures." Ciel mumbled, getting up. "So then, is that all? You're just here to complement me on my kicking skills?" He asked her.

The cheerleader blushed and looked down at her feet. "Well... no. Actually, I just moved to this school, and I'm kind of in need of friends. And I, well... wanted to ask if maybe... you would be my friend?" She asked him shyly.

Why on Earth would a cheerleader come to me of all people asking to be friends? Ciel thought to himself. He thought about her question for a moment. "Your answer's no. I don't like having school friends." He told her.

The cheerleader looked rather hurt. "Oh... okay." She said back, hanging her head down and walking away from the young earl.

Arrggh! Curse you, Ciel! You shouldn't go breaking people's hopes like that! Just go be friends with her! Ciel yelled in his head guiltily. He had no reason not to be the girl's friend. He walked back over to her and grabbed her arm.

"Actually, I think I will be your friend. Under one condition. We are just friends, and nothing more."

The cheerleader's face lit up happily again. "'Kay!" She replied, smiling widely.

"Alright. Now you already know my name..." Ciel chatted with her. "...what's yours?"

The cheerleader beamed yet again. "Alois. Lady Alois Trancy."

*Bento box: similar to a Japanese lunchbox

*'Charleston Prep': I'm sorry I couldn't come up with something more original. I wanted the school name to sound like it was from ye olde Britian times.

*This is NOT a modern AU. I'll admit, the timeline here is going to be a little confusing. It's going to take place in the same time the show takes place, but with some modern day things, such as football and cheerleaders.

*Please Review!