Alfred's POV:
I hate him with a passion. But love him with a passion far stronger. If you asked me to describe Arthur Kirkland, I could give you every little detail.
For example, Right now, he's sitting three desks across from me, legs crossed, the way they are when he's thinking. He's wearing red and black checkered pants that cling to his skin, and a Black Veil Brides t-shirt. His blonde hair is messed up, almond shaped, green eyes lined by black eyeliner. His thumb is pressed in-between his cupid's bow shaped lips, and his thick eyebrows, two shades darker than his hair, are furrowed. Judging from the expression on his face, he's not thinking about school.
When the teacher asks him for the answer, he says it effortlessly (correctly) in his soft English accent, and goes right back to thinking about whatever it is he was thinking. Yeah...he's the school punk. That one kid who hardly shows up to class, the one with the "screw you" attitude.
He's close friends with the other school weirdos, and rumored to be in the mafia. His friend Brie (Author's Corner: Brie is an OC of mine) Is supposedly in the mafia as well. Perhaps they have some deal going on, that's what he's thinking about...maybe. Sometimes I wonder if he ever notices me, or if he just thinks I'm one of the jocks. One of the football playing, annoying, jocks. I did mention I hate him, right?
Well here's why: He can't seem to ask for help. Once (one of the few times I've talked to him) I found him crying, eyeliner making black streaks down his pale cheeks, and I asked him if he was alright. I meant it in the way everyone else does, the "Can I help you?" way, but he glares up and me and said,
"You bloody git, do I look alright?" His eyes seemed to price holes in my heart, with their furious glare.
"I meant, Can I help you?" I quickly rephrased, and I watched as his expression changed, from anger to a mock happiness.
"Oh, joy! my knight in shining armor! I've waited for this my whole life!" He said, voice shrill and dripping sarcasm. I watched as he moved his hand from him shoulder to reveal blood soaking through his (white) shirt, staining it.
"I can manage." He said firmly, spinning me around (for a guy who's only 5'6, he's strong) and shoving me on my way. As I began to walk away, he slapped my ass. After all that, he slaps my ass. Yep, that was when I started hating him.
I also hate him because he's such a tease. Such a freaking tease. Once, he caught me looking at him. He was doing that thumb-in-between-his-lips thing, and he pulled his thumb away. I hadn't noticed he'd caught onto me yet, but I did when he did what he did next. He licked his thumb, slowly and deliberately, locking eyes with me. Blush rose the my cheeks and I looked down, over my glasses, trying to keep the mental images away. He's pulled other stunts like that.
You know, taking his shirt off slowly (too slow) in gym, to reveal the long, thick scars on his back, jeans hanging a bit too low on his hips. Damn him. The bell rings, jerking me out my my train of thought. Kirkland is the first up out of his seat, right out the door. The rest of the class follows. I'm tagging behind, and when I leave the classroom, I notice everyone getting their bags. Oh, school's over. Jeez, has it been that long?
I walk over to my locker, shoving my books inside. Grabbing my backpack (no homework- thank god for Christmas vacation). I leave school quickly, avoiding Kirkland (is he following me? He seems to be everywhere I go.) As I walk home,I sigh and stop in my shortcut path through the forest. Kirkland is behind me.
"What do you want?" I ask, as harshly as possible. He walks up in front of me, lips in a lopsided smile. Pulling me close, he pressed his lips onto mine roughly. Making a small "mmph" of surprise, I freeze. His kiss is fierce, tongue running along my lower lip. I moan, almost against my will, and his tongue slips into my mouth. I don't want to fight, just to let him take over. He explored my mouth for a moment, before breaking away for air.
I breathe, trying to keep it a normal pace. His arms skim mine, sliding down them seductively and eventually lopping his fingers through my belt loops. He kisses me again, a bit fiercer, but this time I'm not letting him dominate me. When his tongue enters my mouth, I bite it softly. From his moan of pleasure, I can tell he enjoys it. Masochist. I slip my tongue into his mouth, exploring the wet cavern. He pulls away, lips moving from my mouth to the crook of my neck. He bites down harshly, leaving a mark. Pulling away, he smiles and walks away. "Merry Christmas, Alfred." Fucking tease.
Author's Corner: USUK! I wrote this listening to Katy Perry's "E.T" on repeat. Jayy (my England cosplayer) decided to download that CD onto my iPod as a joke. GOT YOU NOW, IGGY, DIDN'T I? (Jayy doesn't really like USUK, so I'm e-mailing this to him for revenge. Trololol) Anyways, hope you guys liked! Please review!