So idk if any of you noticed but I suck at first person, more than I do third person, I think anyways, so here is chapter two in third person, i'm thinking about changing who the story focuses on as it progresses also to give a little more insight to what everyone is thinking but idk, we'll see as it progresses! enjoy!


It was the end of class and Alice was gathering her things. She pocketed her phone and carried her planner while the rest of her items were put in her brown leather bag. She stood up and left the class, while she was walking in the hallway she heard someone call her name. Actually three people.

She turned around and that was her mistake, three people suddenly had a giant smile and some pride on their faces that they managed to get her to finally look. Two were unknown people however the one in the front pulling the two others quickly, a giant smile on his face. Francis. She sighed and continued walking.

After all her next class was in the next was in the next building and she didn't want to be late.

It wasn't long for them to catch up, the small British girl turned her head when there was a tap on her shoulder, but she didn't stop walking.

"I'm sorry if I offended you earlier cocotte, I know I must have gave you a strange look."

Alice rolled her eyes, "I'm used to it by now, it's fine."

"non non, it was rude of me I just heard-"

She cut him off swiftly "Tell me what exactly you heard about me that made you think any different of me from when you first saw me. Let me guess, I'm a huge slut that sleeps around, with I don't know, my foster father. Or maybe it's the one about how I tried to kill myself and now have to take pills. Or is it the one about how I'm totally fucking psycho and have to take an alarming amount of pills?"

He stopped on the stairs taken aback by her before following her again "I heard none of that, only your parents died."

His friends were still walking behind him, "Mein gott is all of that true though" it was a German accent his appearance was shocking. White hair, reddish purple eyes, two earrings on the upper part of the ear, he seemed kind of punkish, not like the other two, not like Francis at all. Francis had longish blond hair and beautiful blue eyes and had the appearance of richness and luxury, however not uptight, oddly comforting. The other had a warm tone in him; he was tan, brown hair, green eyes, seemed like a very relaxed kind of person, his clothes were more of your average teen, not really upscale, not poor, average.

After taking in his little group of friends, she glared slightly at Francis, "so you have heard something else."

"Well yes, but it was none of that, I swear" Francis's eyes pleading for her to believe him.

"What exactly do you want from me?"

"Friendship!"

"Bull."

Francis ignored that statement, "Well I've met you, but you haven't met my friends, this is Gilbert," he gestured to the punk, "and Antonio!" and that would be the other one.

"Not interested." She picked up her pace and walked to her class. Seems the idiots didn't get the memo because they followed her in and sat surrounding her, Francis and Gilbert on either side and Antonio sitting in front. She sighed.

"Looks like we all have the same second hour! Isn't that exciting?" This was spoken in a Spanish accent (looks like Francis has a whole gang of multicultural friends, isn't that great?), he was looking directly at Alice who was the least excited.

She didn't respond she looked at the teacher silently praying he would start soon. "How come I've never seen you around before? Seems very unlikely I would have missed someone who I haven't either pissed off or made fall in love with me." Gilbert asked winking. She scrunched her face in disgust, and continued ignoring them.

"Yeah why is that? I know practically everyone." Antonio added.

"Now that I think of it, today is the first I've spoken to or seen you."

They all looked at her in confusion trying to figure her out. That's what bothered her the most. She couldn't take the staring or the feeling of being watched.

"I'm a freshman. Of course you wouldn't have seen me around, Today is my first day wankers." She admitted, looking down and avoiding any eye contact. Why was it embarrassing for her? She didn't exactly know.

"But this is a sophomore class?" Francis said in confusion, "how did you get put in here?"

"I hate my class so I thought if I essentially skipped a grade I'd be away from them and all those rumors and everything will be in the past." She explained simply.

"But, how? I mean I understand some classes but how did you get all of them?" asked Gilbert surprisingly impressed and curious.

"Simple, take advance classes in middle school, then do the ones you couldn't take online. There you go, skip a grade." She wanted the conversation to be over.

"Wow you must be really smart." Antonio said shocked

"Not necessarily, just determined."


In the middle of class, the teacher was droning on and on about the fact that there were hundreds of different ethnic groups. It started when one idiot asked him to name all of them. God, Alice hated when people got the teacher off subject, unless it was to get them out of a test, she could always use an extra study day. But it was completely pointless to name every ethnic group.

She was about to start doodling when a paper landed on her desk, "to Allie" it said with a little heart next to it. It already pissed her off, her name was Alice not Allie, that's just a stupid name. However the handwriting was beautiful, calligraphy always seemed magical to her. Handwritings always had their own stories. She continued reading, "Me and the guys wanted to get to know you a little better, what's your lunch period? I'll tell you where to meet us"

She looked over to the direction the paper was thrown, and of course it came from the French man. He mouthed something and pointed to his phone. She looked over the paper and found there was a phone number at the bottom of the page, she sighed. She was going to regret this.

She opened her phone and texted the number,"fifth"hit send and started to day dream doodling little tea pots and mushrooms, a little fairy, in the middle for doodling the face, the vibration in her pocket startled her and a quick motion she had moved and ruined its poor face, she sighed and reached into her pocket to read the text.

"YES! We'll meet you by the stairs that open towards C building."

She sighed and put her phone away. Of course they had her lunch hour. There's no getting rid of them.


Class ended in five minutes, and the teacher started the lesson he originally planned. Why was he such a pain in the ass? He must have noticed the time because he ended abruptly in the middle of a sentence, "Since I want to get to know you all a little better, and I want all of us to know each other better, I want all of you to get in teams of four and make up a country. This is world history after all so I thought it would be fun, create a government, a national sport, animal and flower, be prepared to present next week." Francis looked at Gilbert, Antonio, and Alice.

"Looks like we have our team of four no?" he had a big smile on his face,

"This was going to be fun" Alice thought while she sighed. Antonio was the designator to go tell the teacher his group of four; Gilbert grabbed the instruction sheet, Leaving Francis to bother Alice.

"Isnt this fun? Looks like we'll be best of friends!"

"This doesn't mean we'll be friends, we'll be teammates and that's it."

"Non, we are friends! Compains!"

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose this couldn't be happening, she didn't want friends that only meant more stress, more secrets, and quite frankly more problems.

When everyone got back together they were talking more about whose house it will be done at, and how "lit" it's going to be to actually have an excuse to be at each other's houses. Alice stayed out of the discussion.

"Dude it's going to be awesome, I say either Francis's house because it's biggest and has enough good food to feed the American army!" Gilbert all but yelled

"What about our house? Isn't all your video games there?" Antonio asked, "I mean, no offense amigo, but you don't usually help in projects."

"Shut up Tonio! I help a lot! I make it awesome so people don't die of boredom!"

"Mes amies, no need to argue, I know exactly where to go!" the two arguing idiots seemed to listen to what he had to say, Alice looked at him, the way he said it seemed very mischievous. "Why don't we…" She felt it coming he would suggest it would he? "…see where our new dear friend Alice lives!"

The bell rung and at that very moment and she learnt something, apparently the bell settles disputes, last comment before the bell is the right one because everyone listened to the bell and said "the bell has spoken!"

She felt sick, dear god they couldn't come to her house. What if something happened? Another drunken night? God that would give Joe more of a reason to abuse her, three guys over at once? She couldn't possibly allow this.

"Alice?"

It was Francis's voice

"Are you okay?"

She snapped out of it. "Of course I am." She grabbed her belongings and left the room without looking at him, she will explain to them later at lunch why it can't happen.

It'll be okay. Won't it?