AN- As a loyal fangirl, I will gladly accept requests for stories and constructive criticism. Thank you :3
Sluggish. That's pretty much how I would describe my life. Slow, non eventful and absolutely boring. Maybe that's just because that's who I am. Or not. I don't care.
"Arthur. Mr. Kirkland!" My idiot math teacher called, snapping me from my thoughts.
"You're answer please?" He asked, his already annoyed face twisting into a grimace.
"I don't know, sir." I said softly, trying to hide my blush when the whole class started laughing. The teacher, who even after three months in school I hadn't bothered to learn his name, rolled his eyes and glanced around the room for a willing volunteer. I lowered my eyes to my desktop, staring blankly at the worksheet while doing my best to ignore the heat in my cheeks.
Of course, I rarely bothered to pay attention in any of my classes. To boring to waste my time on. Not that it mattered, I'm passing all of them with grades in the 80's range, even without doing work.
The bell rang, and I muttered softly to myself about how I really needed to start listening in class, though I probably wouldn't even take my own advise on that. I grabbed my books, slipping out of the class room and into the crowded hall with a sigh. Same route every day. Math, English, History, Gym, Lunch, Art and Chemistry. Fun. Sarcasm, of course.
I carefully dodged the people in the halls, not in the mood for being touched by people I don't know, and went to the bathroom to wash off my face, and, metaphorically, the embarrassment. When I got there, it was uncharacteristically empty. And, unfortunately, it only took me a moment to figure out why.
"Look at what we have here, boys. The goth British guy, Kirkland, was it?" Came a very loud, very insulting voice from the beside the farthest stall from the door.
"Goth?" I muttered under my breath. The owner of the voice, the cliched 'jock' and 'most popular guy', was the notorious Alfred Jones. Along with his pack of what I like to call hyenas.
With a wide, idiotic smile, the blonde jock stepped toward me, and, being honest, I flinched a little.
"So, Kirkland-" "My name is Arthur." I said, lifting my chin and carefully keeping my expression blank. Alfred laughed, and the group of hyenas cackled behind him.
"Well then, Arthur." He said, his cheery tone masking the soft sound of a threat.
"I heard that you're gay." This time, I flinched more than a little.
"What of it?" I growled, noting the shaky sound of my voice. I had been tortured enough by my parents and all the students at my old school in London about my sexuality. I most certainly did not need it here.
"What of it?" Alfred repeated, his eyes narrowing, though the smile stayed firmly in place.
"Oh, nothing." He laughed. He walked closer until he stood just in front of me, placing a hand on my chest and shoving me roughly against the bathroom wall.
"Just don't let me catch you hitting on a guy, and we'll have no problems." He whispered, leaning forward and flicking his tongue against my cheek in a mocking gesture.
"Later, Arthur." Alfred laughed, pulling away and leaving the bathroom, followed closely by the pack of hyenas.
I stayed against the wall for a moment, afraid of what would happen if I moved. But, as I became aware of the time ticking by and the way the place Alfred had licked seemed to be burning, I eventually made my way to the sink and splashed my face with water.
"Goth." I growled, glaring at my reflection. Okay, yes, maybe the black eyeliner – which was running down my face now – the spiked choker and exclusively black cloths didn't help, but I still found myself a little insulted.
"Goth." I sighed this time. I used the sleeve of my black hoodie to dab away the dripping eyeliner and carefully reapplied it before examining my face. Same boring, old face. Maybe I could dye my hair pink again. That would change things up. While I was stuck in my thoughts, wondering how I could give myself a different look, the late bell rang.
"Shit." I gasped, grabbing my books and jogging from the bathroom, making it to my English class before the teacher closed the door. After getting settled, the whole class was just a blur of boredom as I watched the clock tick slowly.
After the bell rang to let us out of school, I ran to my locker, and out of the double doors onto the walkway that lead to the road. I'd gotten tired of skating to and from school, the people on the buses pointed and laughed whenever they saw me, so now I just walked, although people still yelled at me out of the windows. I stood for a moment against the doors, waiting for the buses full of the bloody, immature idiots that I hated, to go by. There was a shove on the door and I stepped away quickly, ducking my head and apologizing multiple times as I felt a hand grab the collar of my black shirt roughly.
"I'm sorry, I'm-"
"Shut up, Kirkland." A voice, unmistakably Alfred's, hissed. My eyes widened.
"A-Alfred, please-" I was interrupted by his lips on mine, his tongue tracing my lips. He pulled away for a moment, gripping my jaw in frighteningly gentle hands. "Shut. Up." He said, kissing me again. He spun us so that my back was once again against the doors. He ground his hips against mine, making me moan involuntarily.
"You will tell no one of this." Alfred whispered, trailing hungry kisses down my throat and to m the sweet spot over my collar bone. I let out another moan, tipping back my head. My brain was lagging about two miles behind, so I wasn't exactly sure what was happening until I felt a hand slide up my shirt.
"W-why-"
"I will not repeat myself." Alfred hissed. He wrapped his fingers around my wrist, yanking me off the doors and pulling them open, leading me inside the mostly deserted school. He lead me to the bathroom, one and the same with the one he threatened me in, and practically threw me into a stall.
He walked in himself, pulling the door closed and turning around to let his eyes take in my body. I blushed.
"Take off your shirt." He said. When I did nothing more than stare at him, he rolled his eyes and grabbed the zipper of my hoodie, pulling it down so he could shove it off my arms and to the floor. He then snatched my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor as well.
Alfred let his one of his hands trail down my bare chest, smirking at the way I shuddered. "Like that?" He asked, leaning forward to nip my lower lip playfully, catching one of my snake bites between his teeth as the hand on my chest slipped below my waist band.
I gasped, and he laughed.
Mm kay, sorry about the short length and how I left you hanging, but if I get good reviews, I'll finish it I swear. Thanks guys!