This is a collab with KawaiiNekito on dA ^^ Based solely on out rp xD

This is a work in progress ^^ and we switch from perspective~ 3

I hope you enjoy~

ALFRED'S P.O.V

On a Tuesday morning,after Labour Day, I woke up to my clock ringing on my ear. When I gained the strength to open my eyes it was almost 6:16AM. Hearing a knock on my door, I knew it was Mattie my little brother, wanting to make sure I was awake for the first day of school. Summer's vacation sure passed by fast, I sighed getting off of bed to open the door.

As presumed my little brother stood at my door, half prepared for school already. He looked like me, but wasn't me. He had a more quiet side to him unlike myself, which made him kinder for sure. The hair was the same colour of blond but stood at a slightly longer wavier length. We both shared the same identical glasses, but they didn't make us look geeky at all, for we were both at a fair built size. At this moment his mouth was in a frown, and eyebrows creased. He started yelling in my ears, telling me to get ready; he didn't want to miss the bus on the first day. I nodded, though as sleepy as I was I only let it slip in through one ear and out the other, I'm still not used to waking up so early in the morning.

I went to my bathroom and took a quick shower; I somehow figured out that we'll be having P.E today. After that I just packed my bag with some snacks and I made sure to bring my iPod. The first day of school is always boring. I was a bit late, so I didn't have the chance to eat breakfast. Mattie and I rushed to the bus stop and fortunately we weren't late. We got on the bus; soon we arrived to school getting ready to start the new year of high school.

Stepping out from the bus I stood for a moment to look at the school and recall all the places, and things, and people. The brown-red brick or the rectangular school stared out at him. Other teenagers went in and out of the doors, most of them flooding in. The wing gently moved the American flag that was posted just outside of the front doors. I breathed in deep, and then went to search for my best friend, Gilbert.

The search was futile since I knew that he's never early to school, so I decided to go to my locker and dump all my snacks and cokes. Soon I heard the bell ring, but I was in no rush to go find my first class, so taking the extra long detour .When 16 minutes passed I went to the class and of course I was late, so the teacher asked me to stand in the back, I couldn't argue so I just did.

At the moment, a new kid came to class. Everyone started their own little conversations, and whispers about the new kid, he definitely stood out. Even from the distance I could tell he had green eyes. He had golden coloured hair, with the added green streaks that tinted the colour of the tips of his hair. Wearing a similar green band t-shirt, of some band name I didn't know... Sex Pistols? Piercing covered his ears, lips and even those thick eyebrows that seemed to dominate his entire face.

No one would question he was a punk, it was plainly obvious. The teacher asked him to introduce himself, starting with his name. "Arthur Kirkland" his accent, it wasn't American... English? I would bet on it. "I just came from London, England." I couldn't help but smile about being right. He kept on muttering some more but I didn't really care. Well, he looked interesting, interesting to mess with. I chuckled and couldn't help but remark about how he looked."Hey, dude, this is a school and not a circus. Clowns like yourself go to some kind of clown school, so go back to your tiny car and drive back to where you came from~"I laughed, and most of the class laughed along with me, which made the teacher really pissed off.

I felt a little tingle of adrenaline within me as the class had burst into laughter. Though all of it was gone when the punk had this look that was unimpressed, as he smirked. Usually people would be offended or embarrassed but this kid didn't back down. The class also felt this oddness from him and they calmed down.

"At least I know what I, myself, want to wear. I'm not some sheep being herded along like the rest of you people are. Just following whatever was the most 'popular', just mindless sheep," The punk kid declared, causing hush in the class room. Some in the class knew he was right, while others were highly offended. I was neither completely agreeing, nor was furiously outraged. It seemed as if the new kid's making enemies already.

The punk sat in a seat, and then as the teacher started the first course of the year, English, he was allowed to go to a seat. The only one left was beside the new kid. He hated being in the front but since there was no other seat he had to sit two desks away from the window, the kid being right beside him, staring out into the sky.

After a while of listening to teacher go on, and on about verbs, conjunctions, all these different types of things I just didn't care about, I sneaked my iPod out of my bag. I wormed the ear phone through my shirt, only putting one bud into my ear, covering it with his hand making it look like I was leaning my head on it out of boredom. I kept glancing at the clock, always thinking, please no homework, please no homework. Then the bell rang, and I could have almost jumped up from joy. Next class I had was phys. Ed. I could have almost run out of the room for it, but I had to put my stuff away.

While packing my bag I saw the shadow of someone stand at my table. I looked up to see white hair, pale skin, and popping red eyes.

"Gil!" I yelled in enjoyment.

Gilbert had this big grin on him, "Yo!" I and he did out quick handshake, hi-5, backhand, slide, props, boom, then link arms in an arm wrestling type of way. At the end of it, I would always grin widely at the end. Gil informed me that the soccer team sign ups are going to start right away thing year, the team was serious. He also let me know, with a sly grin of his, than judging by my plays last year I have a good chance for captain this year, much made me really happy, I could've literally flew at that moment.

"Awesome, dude!" I have P.E, and this year the soccer coach is teaching it, so I might as well sign us up then, no worries!"Gil nodded, "Okay, cool!"

We left class and we went to my locker to get my stuff. Gil and I chatted for a bit, then he had to leave, so did I. Taking my stuff with me I headed to the change room right away, I didn't want to be late for my favourite subject. When I went in, there were other people already changing as well. I quickened my pace so not to seem left behind. I left the change room early to talk to the coach, briefly noticing that the punk kid had walked into the change room just as he left. So he's going to be in my P.E class this class as well? He doesn't seem like the type, he probably just needed that mandatory gym credit. I remember all the different years going into P.E Class there was always those who didn't want to be there, but only did it because they had to.

I went straight to the coach to sign my name and Gil's for the soccer team. The coach smiled as he gave me the list to put our names and email addresses. "Not like I don't already know both of your names," The coach had joked, the two previous years in high school I had always joined the team, so we knew each other well by this time. was his name, but everyone either called him Sir, like the rest of the teachers, or Coach. He was a tall, with a good built. He was still pretty young, and his light brown hair and athletic body made some of the girls at school blush.

While signing the paper, I thanked him, and then joined a bunch of our classmates in the gym to talk. I always looked when I heard the gym doors open, to see who it was. To much of my dismay I saw Ivan walk in. Ivan was a big guy, tall and more on the plump side. I couldn't say he was fat, for he was a pretty good aggressive player and had great endurance, it was just that his muscles made him look bigger than most. His hair was short and was this sort of odd whitish colour. He had gone straight to the coach and had also asked to sign up for the soccer team. Something inside me just hoped that he wouldn't be the captain.

Then the coach gathered the P.E class together to take attendance. In the middle of calling names the gym doors opened. The punk kid came walking down towards the group.
"Sorry, didn't know where the change rooms were, I'm new here." he said as his excuse. I couldn't help but roll my eyes, what a nerd.

The coach thought that the first class should just be something fun, so he picked a game of soccer. He led us all out to the field at the back of the school, where the soccer nets were kept. He then asked us to play some soccer and placed me in a team that was against Ivan, the new kid sitting out. While playing he 'accidentally' pushed me to the ground. The coach liked Ivan being physical in games but not if it got the team penalties or when it was against his own team, so he was rightfully mad at him. He asked me to go and take a bit of rest or just go wash my face and drink some liquids, so I did. The coach asked Arthur to fill in my empty spot for me.

I went to the changing room and took my water bottle taking a sip, and then I felt the sudden urge to listen to music. So I searched for my iPod, but couldn't find it anywhere.

"Shit..." I couldn't help but mutter. I sat in one of the benches closing my eyes, trying to figure out what I had done with it. I must have left it in the class room; it probably got stolen by now though. I couldn't help but let out a big sigh.

Not to long after I heard the change room doors open, the class started to come in. "Is class already over?"

"Yeah, he had to take a call, so he ended class a little early." Someone explained.

I took this opportunity to change fast, I packed all my things, and as soon as that bell rung I was out of there. I usually wouldn't be in such a hurry, but I went to my locker, to put my things away, quickly glancing inside to see if the iPod was there. Nope, and then I put my lunch in my bag so that I wouldn't have to come back here for it, then I headed straight to my English class room from this morning. I went to where I had sat; I looked all along the floor, inside the desk, on the teacher's desk, nothing.

I sighed in disappointment, but the sudden opening of the class door surprised him. He glanced to see who might possibly be in the class at lunch, half expecting the teacher but seeing it was that new kid.

"You're the one from gym class right? The one that the coach asked to sit out at the end of the period. "

I looked at him questioning, what could this kid possibly want?"Yeah I'm him, what do you want you freak?" I was not in the mood for talking to someone like him, and turned back to the floor to look like I was busy searching for something, I just wanted him to leave.

"Oh and after I came here to do you a favour" I could hear the bitterness just seeping out of his teeth, it was slightly intimidating. "Your left so early the teacher didn't have time to talk to you, so he sent me to find out to tell you that he would like to see you in his office sometime during this lunch period." My cheeks lit slightly from embarrassment. I probably should have waited to see what he wanted before insulting him.

I got up from the floor and I noticed that the boy had paused at the door and turned to face me again. "Oh and by the way, calling the person who found your iPod a freak isn't very polite." I saw him take the iPod out of his backpack and set it on one of the desks. "You're lucky I'm kind and didn't just take it, or leave it there for someone else to. So you should learn some manners before insulting someone, you prick."

The punk exited the class and I just stood there, mouth open, slightly amazing. I was still slight embarrassed at what that punk said. I felt a bit bad for insulting him right away. I sighed and decided to go to lunch before going to see the coach. I headed to the cafeteria and met up with Gilbert and my other friends; they all happened to be on sports teams

"Taking your sweet time I see?" Gil joked. Fortunately I noticed he got me lunch and saved me the time to go into the long line to buy something. I sat down beside him, taking my tray that wasn't even needed to be said was mine.

"Nahhh, had to find my iPod in my period one class. But unfortunately I have to leave early to see the coach."

"Well it could be good news couldn't it?" Gil, with his positive attitude said, taking a fry from my tray.

" Just hope it doesn't affect after school."

"Oh yeah dude, were still good for that?"

"Of course we are!" Our annual, first day of school clubbing. In our neighbourhood there was an all age's club that students from this school often went to. The first year of high school on the first day we went there, and now it's become tradition.

We ate, chatted, and checked out how the girls looked after the summer. I couldn't help but take a quick glance at the cheerleaders, bodies with a great shape, and a fresh even tan. Some of them looked down right sexy.

"Which one will you pick to date this year~?"Gil asked, he wasn't being serious, he joked with me about the subject because I gained a reputation with picking different girls for just a certain period of time.

"Ha-ha, I'll decide and let ya' know soon~~"I chuckled, hurrying to finish my food. I stood, said my early "see you later-s" and walked out of the cafe.

Walking down the halls I noticed Ivan past me. I couldn't help but glare, man; he was one heck of a guy. If you were in a fight you wouldn't want him to be your enemy. But I was his enemy, for years now, so it doesn't matter anymore. He caused me a few injuries in the past few years. Once so hard that he once made me unconscious in a hospital for a week or so. I didn't let myself be bothered by him and looked away. I knew that this year wouldn't be as easy as I hoped it will be.

I made my way to the coach's office, which was connected with other teachers' offices as well. He was a science teacher and a physical education teacher, so instead of having his office in the gym they placed him in the science division. I knocked, hearing a "Come in" from the coach's voice.

I steadily opened the door. The coach was sat in his chair, behind his desk. It wasn't common for students to be in the office, since the teachers usually would go to you, so there were no where for me to sit in.

"Thanks for coming, Alfred. I'll start off by congratulating you. "

"Congratulating me?...Wh-"

"Your now the captain of the soccer team."

My face must have looked like how a little boy would, getting the coolest newest toy. "Really sir? T-thank you so much!" I was ecstatic; I could have jumped for joy right then and there.

The coach filed through some papers. "The players from the grade high than you aren't really serious about the game, and judging from the states last year, you were one of the best players. So it's only right for you to get the position." I didn't care for the reason, what only mattered was that I got it. Turning around to face the door again, I thought that was all the news he needed to tell me.

"But that wasn't why I called you here right now."

I turned backed around and looked at him with confusion. What else could there be? It was too early in the year to be condemned for something bad.

"You mother called," All happiness I had just moments before just seeped out of my heart at that moment. "She asked me, since she says I'm closest to you, to talk to you about your grades. Sports are important, but make sure you study as well alright?"

My face boiled; if this was a cartoon slight bits of smoke would have been coming out of my ears. She had no right, what was the reasoning, she didn't trust me. "She didn't have to make such an unnecessary call. If that's all I'll be leaving sir." I could tell he knew I was pissed. He left the room opening the door, fast from my anger.

Normally the door would open all the way, but this time the door stopped half way with the loud 'thud'. What stopped the door? Before I looked around the door someone yelled out in pain, "FUCKING HELL!" That caught me off guard, it wasn't a think it was a person.

I peered around the door to see who it might be, seeing the blond green streaks from the punk kid's hair. All blood drained from my face at that moment. Oh shit, I just seem to hate this kid don't I?

He glared up at me, his hands still gripping at his forehead. "You fucking should look before you push the door open like that." I heard him wince as he took a glance at his hands, smeared with blood. "Fucking hell..." He muttered as he turned and headed straight for the washroom.

I just stood there, not so sure what had just happened. I hit the new punk kid... in the head...with a door. Saying the facts in my head just made it seem comical, and I began to laugh. How many people can say something like that?

A minute later I calmed down. A searched through my bag for a band aid, I always carried some around me because I seemed to always be getting hurt. I went to the washroom that I saw the punk kid go into. As soon as I walked in, the punk was at the sink poking at the mark on his forehead, his face dripping from probably washing his face.

The kid turned his head to glare at me harshly, which made me a little awkward to stand there. I handed him a band-aid, it had said "If there is life there is always hope" the irony of a punk like him wear it was all too amusing for me. As soon as he took it, I left; I didn't want to feel any more awkward in front of him. First I insulted him even after he found and returned my iPod, then I hit him in the head with a door causing him to bleed. He must think I was the worst kid on the planet.

"NO FUCKING APOLOGY?" I heard him say from the washroom, and the realization that I didn't even say 'sorry' made my embarrassment even worst. I just headed straight to my next class, math.

I stood in front of the classroom door, till I heard the bell ring. I walked in and took my seat. Seeing the other students file in as well. To much of my surprise it seemed that the punk kid also was in this class, and at this point I was really nervous. I glanced up at him, seeing the band-aid on his forehead but there seemed to be a black spot that wasn't there before. At another glance I was able to tell it was marker, crossing out the word 'hope' making it into something else. "As long as there is life there is death." It sent a shiver down my spine; it seemed to match the punk.

Math was boring, and I had day dreamed through it. The bell rang and a jumped from my seat to go to the final class of the day. Entering the science lab, I was excited for but I tried not to show it. The teacher unfortunately wasn't the soccer coach, but he still enjoyed the subject.

The last classed passed fast and soon it was the end of the day. The last bell rang and of course I was the first to leave class. While going back home, Mattie and I walked Gil to his house. On the way back to my house, Mattie asked me about by day.

I grumbled "Well mom called my coach, to tell me about my grades. It was so annoying!" I complained. "But other than that it was fine, but there is this new punk kid, I bet he'll be some trouble. I actually hit him in the head with a door." I chuckled a little.

" Wow dude... is he alright?"

"Yeah I'm sure he's fine. And then there is Ivan so yeah..."I didn't tell him much other than that, so we ended up walking half way with shut mouths and silence.

As soon as I arrived home I went to my room and dumped my bag on the bed. I changed my clothes, from school wear to something better for a party. There was loads of time till I had to leave, but from down stairs I was able to tell my mom just came home. I recalled the 'teacher student' talk earlier that day, and I went down to talk to her.

I went downstairs, seeing my mom in her gray business wear taking off her shoes. In her gray business outfit. She was blonde just like Al, her eyes weren't as blue, closer to purple which is where Mattie get's his eyes, but close since Al has his father's blue eyes. Her skin was a bit lighter than Al's, she was tall for a woman, which wasn't at Al's height but wasn't too far off, but she was beautiful and still young. So I went up to her and asked her about work and how was it, she knew that something was up.

I wanted to tell her about the party first, hoping that I can make sure I could go before I get into any argument with her."Can I go to a party?"

"Sure as long as you come home early."

"I will."Now that that was out of the way I could ask her about the call today. "Mom, did you call the coach and asked him to look over my grades and suggested that I put off the team I wasn't passing? Why? Why can't you just let me do what I love?"The last little bit I had to let my frustration out, it sounded a bit more whinny than I'd meant for it to be.

"Because I don't want you to fail. I know you love soccer, but grades are important as well, and last year you almost-"

"I'm not gonna fail!" I interrupted her, my words sounding much too bitter. My tone getting more aggravated, which made hers worst as well "I can manage!"

"No you can't!"

"I'm not a kid anymore, mom!"

"You'll still be my little boy! And I only worry!"

"Uggh! What's with you? Ever since dad died you won't let me do anything! Why can't you just let me do what I love? Now that I got to be the captain!"

I could see the slight shock in her face. It grazed hurt, before turning into denial. "T-that's not it!"

"What IS it then? Maan! I wish if dad was alive! Maybe then you'd stop treating me like that!"I yelled to her face and left home, remembering to take my jacket with me. I knew what I said had probably hurt her, we were all hurting when it came to my father, but selfishly enough, at this moment I didn't give a rat's ass.

I was walking down the street, making it out of the houses area and into the main road. I couldn't think straight so I plugged the earphones in my ear and started listening to some music, thought they would calm me down. While I was walking I noticed a small cafe, so I decided to stop by and have a cup of coffee, when I doubt coffee always worked.

I took a seat outside and ordered a coffee. While I was drinking it a girl came up to me and asked if she could join me, I didn't mind so accepted. She looked familiar but I just couldn't place a face with the name."H-hey, Alfred~"

I was surprised and couldn't help but ask, "How do you know my name? Have we met before?"

"Kind of, we go to the same high school~"

"Oh..!" I think I saw her in school hallways, maybe?

"I couldn't help but notice you and decided to come over and say hi" She explained with a great grin.

I smiled and we started chatting, she ended up asking me if I were free this Friday, and I was as far as I could remember. And just like that we ended up having a date on Friday. She was cute so I couldn't decline. She had long light brown hair, green eyes, rosy cheeks and she had a great body, she looked like she was a cheer leader from what I could see.

After a few minutes she apologized and said she had to leave. Then I was alone again to finish my now lukewarm coffee. I continued to walk, since I didn't feel like going back home just yet. Actually I was planning on staying out till the party starts, going back home would only make things worse. And while I was walking I passed a park and decided to walk there. I liked that park since my father used to bring me here a lot when I was a kid.

I walked in and couldn't help but notice a swing, so I sat on it and just stared at the sky. I started getting flashbacks of happy memories of dad, I smiled to myself remembering being here as a kid. The sudden realization that they were only memories, made my smile vanish, and deep inside made me rather sad. It made me miss him even more, and keep me wishing he was still here.

Suddenly someone pushed me off the swing, catching me off guard. I couldn't help but yell, "HEY WHAT'S YOUR DAMN PRO-"Turning back I found my answers to who and what. Ivan stood there, with a smirk, it was clear he wasn't happy about something, and was even more in a bad mood. "What do you want?" I never thought that I'd meet him here, especially not now.

"You, Captain."He said, he broke the word captain creating a pause in between the syllables, the '-tain' sounding sharp. I sort of understood what he wanted bus I still just decided to leave. I didn't want to start a public fight, since the last time I did, we ended up at the police office. But Ivan never liked it when someone just turn their back on him , so he grabbed my shoulder and forced me back with a great strength that I felt on my back crack by the sudden turn. I stepped away from his grip, "God! Leave me alone asshole!"

"Force me "He said, I still didn't want to fight. So I just rolled my eyes, and tried to leave again. But once again he just grabbed me by the shoulder again and forced me to turn around. But this time he had his arm ready, and he gave me a strong upper cut, right into my stomach. It was so strong that my feet were slightly lifted off the ground. I lost all my, breath, and I was thrown off my guard so hard that I fell on to the ground. It hurt like hell, and I gasped for breath. My eye began to tear a bit on their own. I rolled myself into a ball but after I couldn't move, not at all. I felt like I was dying somehow. Ivan was such a strong guy; I had to give him that.