I look up, genuine shock written on my face.

What did he just say?

"Lets be friends!"

Me?

But...no one ever willingly wants to be near me.

"Well I think your pretty cool!"

Lying gets you nowhere.

"I wouldn't lie to you!"

I don't need your pity.

"Im not giving you any. Your too strong to want any anyway."

I glare at him.

Hes so popular, his reputation would drop if hes seen talking to me.

Why don't you just go back to your friends?

"Why would I is a better question!"

He laughs with the biggest smile.

Hes so weird.

I can feel a small smile on my face.

But im weird too.

I wake up to the sound of 96.5 on my clock radio and groan, slamming my hand to the sleep button. Why should i even get up anyway? Its not like anyone would notice but my parents.

reluctantly I get up, pull on my favorite hoodie and blue jeans and trudge down stairs. I perk up at the smell of fresh pancakes and move a little faster twords the bright white kitchen down the hall.

"Bonjour Matthieu", thats Francis hes my step-father from France, "morning to you too papa.." "vous êtes bien ? vous semblez vers le bas." "Oui, I am fine papa. Just a little tired." I sit at the round wood table and finish off the pancakes set out for me.

I look at the clock and realize im gonna be late, hey even if I am invisible to most of the people around me I do want a perfect attendance record. Its one thing to look forward to other than French and poetry class.

I burst out the front door waving good-bye and fun as fast as i can down the street twords the school. Suddenly I run into someone, falling on by butt and successfully also landing my ankle somehow."Que le mal !", I yell.

"Dude, you ok?", I look up only to find the blonde haired, blue eyed, most-popular-guy-in-school, staring right back at me. He held his hand out to me, and I reluctantly grabbed onto it. He smiled at me saying, "Haha you took quite a fall there bro, what did u say earlier?", I blushed realizing that Id spoke French out loud again without realizing it.

"I-it was nothing!", I stutter before running twords the school once again. Ive seen that guy a million times before always going on and on about some sort of hero. Alfred F. Jones...very strange and hard NOT to notice, hes pretty loud too and annoying at times but as long as he doesn't bother me im just fine!

I walk into the classroom, as usual, no one even bats an eye. Sighing, I place my things down and slump in my seat waiting from homeroom to start already. Suddenly the loud bang of the classroom door jolts me from my relaxation.

"IM LOOKING FOR A MATTHEW WILLIAMS!", says the mysterious and noisy stranger. I stand up. "u-um, im Matthew Williams..." I couldnt see the person at the door because my glasses were slipping off but im pretty sure all of the room was staring at me.

They were walking twords me and as soon as they were in my face I could tell exactly who it was. That cocky grin, blonde hair, and blue eyes belonged to one person.

Alfred.

HORRAY FOR NON-DEPRESSING FANFIC! Just to let ya know I used Bing Translate so dont be afraid to correct me! (cuz I know absolutely NO FRENCH) Review are ALWAYA appricated~! TT^TT im so happy to have this chapter done, but theres more where this came from! But there is the matter of school so im VERY sorry for not updating as soon as i can. I love you all! ~Ki-Chan