Hey guys so this is the remake of the first chapter. Yall probably noticed i deleted the second chapter i had up cause im remaking that one as well so dont go panicing. I promise it should be up soon and i hope yall enjoy the rest of the story i have planned for yall :) ENJOY ! :D
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Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose in aggravation. Why is it so bloody hard for these students to understand English! It's as simple as 1,2,3! Arthur Kirkland is a 24 year-old English teacher, at Manchester High, who is obviously annoyed at this point for the lack of good grades in his class. He didn't understand what was so hard about English to these kids, but he was determined to get them all to pass. He decided to take a small break and get something to drink. He got up from his navy blue office chair and walked a little towards the door until he nearly DIED from heart attack, because a certain french man had instantly popped his face up into the clear glass window as Arthur was about to open the door. Arthur had tripped backwards and fell down on his bum. HOLY SHIT WHO THE FUCK IS THAT! He practically screamed in his mind. Francis laughed hysterically as he watched Arthur fall over. Arthur then realized it was only the stupid french bastard at his door. THAT BLOODY IDIOT! Arthur then slowly stood up and dusted himself off. He looked at Francis who was mouthing the words, Let me in. Arthur snickered, there was no way he was letting that fool in. He slowly walked over to the door and put his face a couple of inches away from the glass. He smiled and then mouthed the word, NO. He then skipped away from the door looking all jolly, while Francis started banging on the door. After a few more chuckles he walked over to the door and actually opened it this time. Francis walked in with a chuckle, "So I see you enjoy falling like the London Bridge, I guess you really are from England." Arthur turned to look at him with a glare, "What do you want Francis, I'm busy and you know this." Francis sat in the desk in front of Arthur. Francis quite enjoyed bugging the easily annoyed british man, so he often showed up at his work and now he was quite familiar with the room. He looked around the room, "I noticed you redecorated a bit. Added some new posters, that is really nice." Arthur heaved a sigh," Francis get to the point, what do you want from me this time?" "Mon ami why is it you look so annoyed with me? I'm only here to see what you have been up to, I haven't seen you in a while!" Arthur looked up from the graded papers to stare at Francis for a moment,"You saw me yesterday, you kept pestering me about how you're not sure which part of your body was your favorite. It was utterly ridiculous! Anyways Francis just tell me what you want or get out so I may continue my work." Francis smiled brightly, "Okay okay look Arthur there is this guy right and I wanted to set you up on another blind date, would you do it mon ami?" Arthur stopped dead in place and groaned. Why was it that the bloody frog always bothered him with such stupid questions while he was working! "Look Francis just get out my classroom cause I'm too busy for this and there is no bloody way in hell I would go on any damned date YOU set me on. Do you not remember the last blind date you set me on? I woke up in the back of that bloody russians car tied up and naked! I WAS LUCKY ENOUGH TO GET OUT OF THAT DATE ALIVE!" Francis laughed obnoxiously at the thought of the crazy russian who tried to kidnap Arthur. "Mon ami I said I was sorry! How was I supposed to know Ivan was an insane serial killer! I mean he seemed like a nice enough guy when I asked for his name." Arthur trembled at the name,"How could you just bloody send me off on some date with a bloke you only know the name of? WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Arthur huffed and continued grading papers furiously. He couldn't believe Francis expected him to trust him again after that incident. "Arthur, look please, I swear this guy isn't a crazy psychopath! I actually know him personally!" Arthur didn't even bother to look at Francis, he just continued grading papers. "Oh really, is that so? Then, Francis please do me the favor of telling me something about him that isn't just his name." Francis smiled, cause I mean at least that wasn't a flat-out no right? "His name is Alfred F. Jones, and he is a famous baseball player. You have heard of the Newyork Wreckers haven't you? Then again, Arthur you were never one for sports. You acted like such a little girl in highschool but anywa-" "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT FRANCIS I NEVER ACTED LIKE A GIRL! YOU WERE THE ONE ALWAYS LATE TO CLASS WITH THE REST OF THE GIRLS CAUSE YOU PANSIES TOOK SO DAMN LONG TO DO YOUR BLOODY HAIR! SO IF ANYONE IS A LITTLE GIRL IT IS YOU!" Arthur was now out his chair and right in Francis's face giving him a deadly glare. Arthur was beyond irritated, he was furious. He was no bloody little girl! He was a full-fledged man! Francis simply grinned and shrugged his shoulders,"Not what everyone else thought but anyways~",he said in a sing-song voice. "Do you think you could go on the blind date?" Arthur by now had sat back down in his office chair and was simply spinning around in it with the eraser of the pencil tapping on his chin. He had calmed down a bit but was now debating whether he should accept this date or not. There is the chance this guy could be decent, but there is the chance this guy could be a real twat. Arthur decided he would give this guy a chance, what does he have to lose right? Other than possibly his life again...bloody dumbass frog. "Okay Francis I will but only if you admit you're a little girl and I'm the manliest man you have ever seen! You have to say it in front of all the teachers and staff! Hahaha this will be quite delightful." Arthur had a smug smile on his face, while Francis rolled his eyes. "Really mon ami this is what I must do?" Arthur nodded his head with a cocky grin. "Fine Arthur I'll say it, gosh. You can't back out the date then, you understand me." Arthur stared at Francis for a moment," Francis what is so important about this date? Your doing an awful lot just to get me to go on it, what is in it for you? You get some kind of reward for doing it?" Arthur stared at Francis curious to what the demon man was up to. He waited for an answer and it took a moment before Francis spoke up. "Hmm interesting question Arthur I'll have to get back to you on that." The second the words were out his mouth he ran for the door. Arthur started getting up trying to stop him," Wait just a second you damn bastard! TELL ME WHAT YOUR UP TO!" Francis was already out the door running down the hall and yelling back," Don't forget mon ami you're a gentlemen and gentlemen never back out, so you have to go on the date no matter what!" Arthur stopped in his tracks and cursed under his breathe. Damn why did he have to be such a gentlemen! He saw one last glimpse of Francis as he ran out the building. Arthur walked back to his classroom and closed the door behind him. He sat back down in his office chair and thought, what could it be that Francis could gain from me going on some date with some Alfred guy? Oh well, I guess he will have to see what happens. Arthur picked up his pencil and continued grading as he thought about this Alfred person. Hmm maybe he will turn out to be a pleasant guy. Arthur continued grading until he finished, which was around about seven o'clock. He packed up his things and headed home still thinking about this mysterious date. He has been on many dates but this one made him feel...different. He just shrugged it off hoping that maybe this time it really would be different.