Give me love,

Like her.

cause lately I've been wakin' up alone.

Nataliya just about had a heart attack when she heard those words slide from his lips. She turned a bright red yet again as she tried her best to glare at him.

Alfred chuckled.

"Im only messing with you!" he flashed her a smile that almost made her melt. She looked back to the board in desperation, pretending to take notes. She could feel his eyes on her.

Just when she was going to look over at the blonde the bell rang. Thank god…

She jumped up and quickly gathered her things into her rucksack. She turned to leave but a strong arm gripped her hand and pulled her back, spinning her.

"Hey uh…I forgot to ask your name?" he said shyly. Oh, yeah now he's shy she thought.

"Nataliya Arlovskya." She replied quickly, yanking her hand away. Alfred had a numb found look on his face as he tried to repeat her last name.

"Nattie Afro..ska?"

"Nyet…Nataliya," she emphasized "Ar-lov-sky-a"

"Oh!" he laughed "Im Alfred Jones!" he continued triumphantly.

"Da…I know you announced it…now may I go to class?" Nataliya was losing patience with this boy and they had just only met. She could tell already that this boy was Egotistic. Arrogant. Annoying. Charming. Funny. Gorgeous….wait, WHAT?!

She was startled by her own thoughts and she turned on her heel quickly exiting the room.

"Hey! Wait!" Alfred called after her. But she didn't stop. She had to get away from him. She had to not have those thoughts anymore…even if she liked them. Ivan wouldn't be happy with her if he knew.

Alfred stood there in the now empty room, confused.

"What the hell…?" he mumbled to himself, picking up his rucksack.

He turned toward the large window and adjusted his glasses to look outside. Gloomy and grey. Like the day he got there. He sighed and ran his hand through his golden hair slowly as he turned toward the door.

"yep, this is gonna be hell…I can feel it."

Before he knew it he was off campus and in a park sitting on a bench. It was pretty easy to leave school here if you wanted...so I guess that's a plus. Dropping his bag beside him, he pulled out a carton of cigarettes, hitting the box before taking one out and putting it to his lips and lighting it.

The American felt so out of place here. It was so cold and gloomy all the time. Everyone around him was pale and skinny while he was tan and muscular. He let out a long sigh as he exhaled the smoke…he just wanted to go home. But he had to remember the reason he came here.

"You fucking slut!" I heard Pops yell "Why would you do this to me? To Alfred? To Mattie?"

"Oh would you can it! I have every right to do this you don't own me!" Ma yelled back. There was a crash and more screams. I just wanted to disappear. The arguments have gotten worse and worse since the topic of divorce came up.

"Don't own ya? Ha! You couldn't last a day without me you lazy whore!"

"Shut your mouth!" SMACK. .

"You never talk to me like that bitch! You say I don't own you but I support you! So go ahead leave! Leave and see what happens!" that was the last thing I heard Pops say. Next thing I knew I was being loaded into Ma's mustang along with Matt and a few boxes of our things.

"Where are we going mommy?" Mattie asked

"Away…" Ma replied with a shaky voice "Away from here and away from daddy, sweetheart."

"But why-"

"No more questions Matthew!" she gripped the steering wheel tight and backed out of the driveway.

"We're goin to John's aren't we." I stated bluntly as I looked out the window, arms crossed.

"How did you-"

"Oh please Ma…I heard you on the phone the other night." After that she didn't respond. Didn't talk to me for a couple days.

"We took a risk…" he sighed "Hey at least im not fucked up anymore." Alfred laughed to himself. The thought of Nataliya slowly crept into his mind. He sighed again, this time a smile appearing on his lips. He thought about everything about her.

Her long platinum blonde hair, her icy violet eyes, her petite frame, the curves of her face…but most of all her smile that he saw when he watched her drawing. That smile.

Alfred looked up to the cloudy sky exhaling the last of his cigarette.

"You're going to make this so much better for me….Nattie." he smiled again at the nickname he had given her which she hated. He chuckled remembering the blush on her face when the teacher called them out.

Shes absolutely adorable even with that scowl she wears. She beautiful even with the scars I saw on her wrists. We're the same. He looked down at his own wrist examining the faded scars there. His blue eyes widen as he looked up.

"No…" he said surprised "that can't happen this fast…"

I cant be in love…