~Alfred POV~
"Alfred!" I heard a voice and footsteps coming up behind me as I shoved all my stuff into my locker. I remembered that voice, I knew it instantly, Arthur Kirkland. I didn't bother turning around and seeing his thick, bushy eyebrowed face.
"Alfred! Hey, did you hear we are getting a new student today?" Arthur informed me.
I looked up, I had a reputation to make friends with new people at the school, this was just another opportunity. So far, only Arthur was my only close friend, everyone else just simply acquaintances. "Do you know anything about them?" I inquired.
"Yeah, as a matter of fact I do. They are a male and they are Russian, that's it, not too much information," Arthur said.
I loudly shut my red locker, shouting: "I must meet them immediately!" My voice bold and somewhat obnoxiously loud. I spotted a new people looking up at me, muttering words of hurt under their breath, I really didn't care though.
Arthur shrunk back, he always did that when I yelled. Arthur gestured me to follow him, and I obeyed; he led me to a new hallway, and he muttered: "See the person who has beige-blond hair and violet-blue eyes with a tan scarf, that's him."
I scanned the crowd carefully, attempting to find the new person. Then I saw him, he was glancing around at everyone, he seemed sort of the shy type to me at least. I completely forgot Arthur and walked casually over to him, I didn't want to make a horrible first impression on the new student, that was end disastrously. My shoes hit the floor, making a loud noise announcing my appearance. The student noticed me because of my loud stomping, and he locked eyes with me. They were violet-blue, a beautiful shade, his beige-blonde hair fell a little bit into his eyes which made him seem mysterious. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice sounded innocent.
"I'm Alfred F. Jones, the hero of the school!" that was my usual introduction to new students.
Something clicked into the kids eyes and they had a harsh glow to them, making me nervous. What did I do wrong!
~Ivan POV~
Alfred F. Jones. The name rang in my ears, which remembered me of him. I felt coldness creep up my spine, and I was ready to beat someone up, maybe even him. I tried to calm down, I wanted to make some alliances at this school without making too many enemies on my journey. I acted casual, but my eyes betrayed me, Alfred looked terrified, since I towered over him. I was 5'11" I was guessing he was 5'9".
"здравствуйте I am Ivan Braginski," I introduced some Russian words crept into my words.
Alfred was confused about my Russian language, but he didn't act that way. "Nice to meet you! I hope we can becomes friends here, have you heard of Gilbert Beilschmidt? He is a fairly-" Alfred was cut off by my sudden moment.
~Alfred POV~
Ivan, the new Russian kid, was strangling me. Literally. The hero doesn't die, not when injustice is happening! I thought, struggling against Ivan's grip. It was strong, he was stronger than Arthur is, even Gilbert!
"Don't mention him," Ivan sounded angry, not sounding so innocent like before.
I thought he was a shy type, but I was certainly wrong about that.