Hey, guys! So I'm still working on my other story, Foreign Lands, but I had this rush of idea and I just couldn't help myself so… yeah. Pleeeeease enjoy and review and I apologize in advance for the angst. See ya!

'Hey, this is Arthur, leave a message after the beep.'

'Arty! Please call me back! I just got a call from the police a-and they told me you're dead, b-but you're not oh God please tell me you're not. PLEASE!'

Lunch came too quickly for Alfred. His first day of school in a new town and he had already been pulled into a group. It was just that easy, he mused, a smirk playing on his lips as he sat beside them. He had already been asked out about 3 times and he was lined up for a position on the soccer team with his new friends.

'Hey dude. How was your first English class?' Gilbert fell in to the seat beside him. Gil had befriended him before he even set foot past the school doors. He was sort of an asshole, with a shit-eating grin and blood red eyes but Al was glad he was his friend.

'Yeah, heard you had Mr. Hanson. Tough break.' Antonio was the goofball from what Al had seen so far. When Gil introduced them, he had almost fried Al's brains with a stupid hand buzzer, childishly laughing about it after. But so far Al liked him, despite the pranks and jokes. Francis, who sat silently across from him was the womanizer of the school, apparently, and honestly it was funny watching ladies swoon over him, considering Al was still unsure of whether or not he was completely straight. They were all good guys all in all.

Gil suddenly sprang forward in his chair, his eyes focused across the room. 'Guys, check it out, freaky got freakier.' Al looked where Gil indicated. A small blonde girl was standing in the doorway to the cafeteria, eyes on the ground as she stepped slowly into the room. Eyes turned to her and a few around him visibly deflated at her entrance. Her aura intruded into the happy space, Al felt the room get colder around him. Her clothes were black, a large jumper, ankle length skirt and large boots. She moved to a lonely table in the back of the cafeteria and the effect finally wore off.

'Who the hell IS that?' Alfred asked harshly, her aura still attacking him slightly. Gil shivered and turned to him, his eyes narrowed.

'That's Freaky. She always dresses in black, always sits alone and never speaks to anyone.' Al glanced at her again, she was clutching a phone to her ear so hard her knuckles turned white. 'Dude, don't go near her unless you have no other choice, I hear she's a total psycho.'

Antonio smirked and shook his head 'Bet you she's killed someone.'

'Yeah, I bet she worships the devil…' Francis laughed lightly. Al continued to stare at her. Eyes drawn to her face, devoid of emotion but beautiful all the same. 'Shit no! Dude not Freaky! Don't put your life on the line for a quickie with that demonic weirdo.'

Al shook his head and looked at Francis. 'I wasn't thinking of that!' Francis rolled his eyes in disbelief and scoffed at the obvious lie.

'No this could be fun…' Gil's eyes were lit with excitement. The guys gave him a funny look and he grinned at them. 'Al could seduce Freaky, she doesn't know him and he hasn't said anything to her, she might just trust him. Then we get to find out what's up with her brain and tell everyone. Even better if we can make her drop out of the school, we'd be heroes, everyone hates her…' he went into deep thought.

Antonio nodded 'Oh my God YES Al you have to do this! We'll be rid of our Freaky infestation AND we'll get all the chicks for doing it!'

Al glanced at Freaky once more. Her lips were pressed together harshly and her eyes were closed, the phone still at her ear. He bit his lip. She was an innocent to him so far, and something about her told him she was vulnerable enough as it was. But… he wanted the admiration, vain as he was and he really was curious anyway. She hadn't said one word into that phone this whole time, she was slightly terrifying if he was honest and if he was even more honest she was gorgeous. He sighed and looked up at his friends, all staring expectantly at him.

'Fuck it. I'm in.'

Across the lunchroom, Daisy clutched to the phone in her hand like a lifeline as a familiar voice pushed into her head through the speakers. But she did not allow herself to answer back, to cry or to hang up. 'Hey, this is Arthur, leave a message after the beep.'