"I'm a really big fan." Alfie pursed his lips and nodded. Interesting. He seems to be displeased. English dragged on, but my next class was art, so I was happy. We went over the guidelines for the class and to do a drawing of what you want the class to know.
I thought about a lot things, including Muse, and settled on a heart with imprints on it, in a "frame". I had started on the frame when a beanpole sized redhead sauntered up to me.
"You're the American girl." she said, contempt creeping into her voice. I wondered what this girl had against me.
"I am." I said flatly. She put her manicured hand on the table and leaned uncomfortably close to me.
"Good. Let me tell you something: You do not try to interfere with the workings of my school. I run the school. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Got it? Good." She squished my paper and walked back to her table of sniggering friends. I smoothed out my paper and my thoughts. I would ignore her. I've dealt with this before, and the best way to is ignorance.
I focused on my art, and how I wanted to make my heart realistic, maybe even draw a few veins, if there was room. Even so, my mind eventually came back to Alfie. I had met a Wolstenholme! That was so cool! But he wasn't too happy to meet a Muser. He probably got enough of it being here, Muse's home country, let alone from a new girl whom he has to help.
I was off in my own world so long, I had messed up a line.
"Shit!" I breathed. The pencil had no eraser, so I went to the supply desk.
"Ah, the American." What was it with Brits and Americans? Are we really that different?
I realized it was the teacher.
"I was getting an eraser because I messed up a line on my heart." She nodded. Suddenly, the bell rang.
I looked for Alfie at brunch. He was supposed to lead me around school. I finally found him on a lone bench next to a classroom wall.
"Hey." I said casually.
"I suppose you want to meet my dad and uncles, huh?" I was taken aback. Were all the Musers he talked to like that?
"Well, yeah, but I'm not going to use you to get to see them." He looked quite surprised.
"That's a first. Let me see your schedule." I pulled my schedule from my pocket. Alfie grabbed it and studied it a second before giving it back to me.
"We have almost all the same classes." he stated.
"Well, hey, that's a good thing, eh? You can stalk me a lot easier now." He chuckled at that. The brunch bell sounded the end to our conversation.
"See you next class." I said, and we walked together to History.