Eyeglasses
I silently write down my thoughts, as I continue to watch the movie. I think Mrs. Wood didn't plan anything for today, since we were watching a movie, along with taking notes.
It wasn't too long after the movie started that everyone in the class started to get chatty, gossiping quietly with each other.
I rolled my eyes, hearing hurried footsteps, which were running through the hallway. Someone's tardy. I thought, twirling the pencil in my hand, staring blankly at the piece of paper in front of me.
"Hi guys! Sorry I'm late Mrs. Wood!" Someone yelled boisterously, practically kicking the door down while he entered the classroom.
I glared over my shoulder, not wanting to hear so much noise in the morning. Honestly, who barges into a classroom and announces to the whole class that they were fucking late? Let me tell you, that does not happen often.
And only one person would do that. Alfred F. Jones, the loud, popular American that everyone loves. Why did I have to fall in love with him? That is a question I seem to be incapable of answering. Which annoys to me to no end.
Alfred mumbled a quiet apology to Mrs. Wood for arriving so unexpectedly.
Oh don't worry Alfred, it's not like you startled the whole class.
I glance to my left, seeing a familiar bomber jacket. He was looking around the room for a seat.
"Can I sit here?" Alfred asked me, putting his hand on the chair after a while.
"Alfred, I'm pretty sure you are capable of sitting in a chair." I state quietly, rolling my eyes.
"May I sit here, Mr. Kirkland?" Alfred teased, as he sat in the chair, not even waiting for my answer.
I twirled my pencil, taking notice of all the glances that came in my direction, from both female andmale. Which made me wonder if he normally gets this much attention. I'm guessing so.
Quickly, I took my attention away from the movie and stared at Alfred.
He's not wearing his glasses.
I've never seen him without his glasses and God, he looks so sexy and without those infernal things, it makes him look so much younger.
Alfred eyes glance towards me and he smiles, glad to know that I was staring at him.
"Where are your glasses, you git?" I write down on a piece of paper, sliding it across the table.
"I couldn't find them this morning, I'm using my contacts. Why you asking? You like me this way?"
My face turned red, while the blood rushed to my face, picking up the pencil, replying with "Because I'm fucking curious! And bloody hell no!" I angrily slid the paper over.
Even though I forced myself to look angry, what I really wanted to do was; forget about the movie and kiss him. Heck, I wouldn't care if anyone else saw.
"Mrs. Wood, may I go to the nurse's office? I have a really bad headache, I can't really concentrate…" I asked politely, placing my pencil down on the table.
"Yes you may, Arthur."
"Thank you Mrs. Wood…" I say, standing up slowly, and pushing in my chair.
"Alfred, can you go with Arthur, just in case?" Mrs. Wood asks politely.
"But I just got here." Alfred complained, leaning back in his chair.
"Just get up." I mutter, helping him out of his seat, and dragging him towards the door. I mutter a few curses, as I try to avoid all of my classmate's glares.
"Get the hell away from me!" I hiss, pushing him away as soon as we were outside.
"But I thought you said you needed to go to-"
"Yes, I need to go, but I'm just tired. I don't have a bloody headache." I explain, starting my way to the nurse's room.
"Okay…" Alfred said, somewhat hesitantly, grabbing onto my wrist, "but do you still need me to-"
"And no I don't need you to take me there, Alfred." I cut him off quickly, not giving him the chance to finish his question.
"So, you don't need me to take you there, then?" Alfred asked, pulling my wrist causing me to stop walking.
I jerked my hand out of his grasp. "No, I don't fucking need you to." I clarified crossly.
"Then why did you take me out here?" Alfred asked, following behind me closely, which irritated me.
"It's because the teacher was asking you to! What do you think?"
"I dunno, but… What am I supposed to do now?"
"You can ditch class for all I care."
"Why can't I just take you there as I'm supposed to?"
"Just leave me alone."
After a while, it had gotten quiet, and I assumed Alfred had turned around and gone straight back to class. Of course he hadn't.
"May I ask you something Alfred?" I turn around, crossing my arms over my chest as I stare into his eyes.
"Sure, what is it Arthur?" Alfred asked happily.
I step forward, and keeping my gaze on him. "Alfred you know what- Never mind, it doesn't matter."
"Nooooo, tell me Arthur!"
"I said never mind." I turned around, starting to walk again.
"Arthuuur, tell me!" Alfred whined following behind me like a little kid.
"No!"
"Don't say you want to tell me something and then not tell me!"
I turned around and crashed my lips onto Alfred's, fully kissing him. Alfred gasped, and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue into his mouth. Alfred moans, which this causes me to wrap my arms around his waist and pull him closer. After a few more moments, I pull away, both of us breathing unregularly.
"Shut the hell up, and just bring me to the nurse's room. That's what I wanted to tell you, Alfred." I whisper into his ear, and then playfully bite it.
"Umm, okay…?" Alfred said gradually, and jumped as I slipped my hand into his. Out of habit, his free hand went to the bridge of his nose, trying to adjust his glasses.
"Good, because that's the answer I wanted."
Alfred remained quiet. I glanced up, and saw him blushing.
"How come you don't use contact lenses more often?"
"Because, contacts take a lot of responsibility, and it hurts my eyes." Alfred uttered.
"Without them you look sexy." I comment, glancing up at Alfred again.
"I love you Alfred."
"I love you too, Arthur." He said, as he leaned down and delicately kissed me on the lips.
A/N This story doesn't describe much, and is different from my other stories. I know.
And yes, I wrote England as seme, 'cause Seme England, is my favorite England~
So, should I continue and write chapter 2? Please review and tell me your opinion~