The French Teacher and the English Student.
Staying back after school was something Arthur wasn't familiar with. He was normally a goody-goody in school, so naturally everyone was a bit suspicious, especially his siblings. He walked towards the art room and knocked on the door gently. For a minute there was no answer, and Arthur began to think Francis had forgot about him.
He knocked again, this time Francis opened the door. For some reason he had a massive grin on his face. He motioned for Arthur to come in, which he did and sat down at the place Francis wanted him to. Arthur noted that Francis sat rather close to him and scooted away a bit. Though Francis took no notice and simply went on.
"So, you need to work on the shading. The light is coming in this way, so the shading points will be here, here and here. Do you understand?" Arthur watched Francis pointing to the different places. It was easy in his eyes. He knew how to do it, he didn't need lessons, why couldn't that frog see that?
"Yes, I know how to do it!" Arthur snapped. Francis sighed continuing on with his lesson.
"Look, I'm just trying to 'elp, you could be a bit more cooperative..." Francis watched the boy carefully. He was blushing profusely for some reason.
"I am cooperative... I'm just not good with one-on-one conversations!" Arthur protested turning his head so he wasn't facing Francis. He really hated this, having to sit alone with a guy you hate. It would probably end in havoc. Though he was kind of glad he was with Francis, because Francis didn't know anything about his family and couldn't call him a slut or whore like others did. The reason behind the names were quite simple. Since all his siblings had bad rumours to their names, Arthur was no exception. Rumours said that Arthur Kirkland, second youngest and sixth son, was a slut, selling himself off to all the men he could find. Though the rumours weren't as major as his brothers, it still hurt.
"Good thing I'm skilled then, no? Let's have a conversation!" Francis laughed. Seeing the boys confused face made the Frenchman a little warm inside. Arthur really was something.
"Ok, let's begin! Bonjour, my name Francis Bonnefoy!" Francis held out one hand for Arthur to shake it. Arthur hesitated but seeing the smile on Francis's face would change anyone's mind. "Hello, I'm Arthur Kirkland."
"Ok, and how old are you Arthur?" Francis asks, watching the boy with a careful eye. Arthur is a boy of many talents, but he dosen't like to show them, he is also shy, though if he wants to get something across, oh, he will. "Eh, I'm fifteen a-and you?"
"Me? Oh, I'm twenty six!" Twenty six? He was young, Arthur thought. Francis noticed that Arthur was still blushing. Was it because he was around. Was Arthur in love with him? He smiled at the thought.
"So are you going out with anyone Arthur?" The Brit looked around frantically, because anywhere was better than the teachers eyes. "Eh, n-no. Not at the moment."
Francis smiled, putting a bit of Arthur's hair behind his ear. Arthur nearly died. Francis touch was so gently, so soft. Francis gasped realising what he had done. "Oh! Pardon moi, it was kind of annoying me, I mean not annoying me, but it just... you really are a mysterious young boy."
"Oh," Arthur tried to look as flirty as possible, though only as a joke, "Is that a bad thing?"
Francis eyes widened. This was wrong. He was getting drawn in. Arthur was eleven years his junior, he couldn't touch him. If he did he'd be thrown in prison, especially because Arthur was under sixteen. Though he couldn't help it.
Arthur noticed that Francis looked oddly star struck, or maybe even pleasantly surprised. He also noticed Francis hand was on his, he looked down at their entangled hands, this was bad. Francis had leaned in closer, though Arthur didn't move. No one else was in the school were they? So it wouldn't matter if anything happened. But what if Mr. Beilschmidt and the vice, Mr. Edelstein were still here? That would be bad if they were found out.
Arthur could feel Francis' breath against his neck. It sent shivers down his spine, though it felt surprisingly right in many ways.
"Arthur..." Francis turned Arthur's head so they were looking at each other straight in the eye. Arthur's limey, bottle green eyes were close to closing, Francis couldn't help but find it very alluring. Just a bit away for each other. So close yet so far.
Francis leaned in a few more centimetres closing the unwanted gap between them. Francis' lips were on his, his thumb gently stroking his flushed cheeks. Many would only say that the kiss was short and sweet, more like meeting a friend than anything, though both men saw it much differently.
Arthur opened his eyes slowly , noticing Francis was now looking away from him.
"That all for now Arthur, you can go now..." Francis sounded confused, like he was in deep thought. Well, so was Arthur. He placed a soft touch to his lips. That was his first kiss...
On Friday, Arthur had art just before lunch, the memories of the evening before were still heavy in his mind and he wasn't really up for the Frenchman. So he walked really slowly to the class, hoping to miss more than five minutes of it. He walked into the bathroom, heaving a sigh as he checked himself in the mirror, not that he was conscious of what he looked like but it was merely a distraction.
A little time had passed, Arthur was still in the bathroom, pacing around like a caged animal. To his surprise the heavy steel door was pushed open and in came the boy he sat beside in art, though his blonde hair was now down, he still wore the skirt.
"Hey, are you, like, ok? Mr. Bonnefoy asked me to, like, go find you." The young pole said walking over to the slightly bewildered Arthur. Francis sent someone out looking for him? Did that meant he actually did care?
"Um, yeah, I just feel a bit sick that's all!" He lied. "Oh, 'cause Francis is, like totally, worried about you."
Francis was worried? Arthur couldn't explain the warm feeling that he felt deep down inside of him. It made him blush slightly.
"Hey I don't think we really, like, introduced ourselves before." The Pole smiled holding out his hand. Arthur was sure it was the same boy who said that he wasn't good with strangers, but he seemed pretty ok to Arthur. "I'm Feliks Łukasiewicz."
"Oh, hey, I'm Arthur K-Kirkland." Arthur took hold of the boy's hand. He watched for a reaction when he said Kirkland but was surprised when there was none.
"Kirkland... Oh, right." Arthur wondered what he meant by that. Was Feliks disgusted by him, and only after his surname? "Anyways, you're, like, totally nice Arthur we should be friends! I could introduce you to, like, another few of my other friends if you want?"
Arthur nodded and laughed in relief, "That would be great!"
The second time the bathroom door opened another young boy came in, though this time his long hair was brown, and at least he was wearing pants...
"Feliks, come on! Mr. Bonnefoy is waiting for you to return!" Ah, that was right. They were all in the same art class. That boy had said he was from Lithuania or somewhere like that, and if Arthur could recall correctly his name began with a T.
"Toris, I'm, like, coming! God! Give me, like, another sec!" Feliks complained putting his hands on his hips and jutting out to one side. He kind of reminded Arthur of his sister when she was giving back cheek to their mother.
"Sorry, Feliks, I was just warning you!" Toris said his tone full of guilt, now looking to the ground.
"Anyways, Arthur, you, like, need to come back in." Feliks explained before walking towards the door. Toris had called Feliks' name desperately again and Feliks left shouting, "OMG, Toris I'm coming!"
Arthur sighed. He had to go in. If he didn't than would Francis think he was a chicken? Or that he thought it was that they kissed? He had to admit it was a bizarre experience kissing with a teacher, but it was also so sneaky, it could of made Arthur feel a little more excited than usual.
On entering the art room he explained to Francis that he felt sick, though Francis had no intention on looking at him, and even snapped at him to sit down already. Good thing that everyone had their heads in the new project so no one took any notice.
At the end of the class Arthur went up to Francis. It wasn't really the smart thing to do, but Arthur felt the need to.
"Mr. Bonnefoy, I mean Francis, do I need to stay back today?" He asked leaning forward onto the mahogany desk. Francis looked at him straight on, not even blinking, nor shifting.
"Arthur, even though you still aren't that good," He lied, "I don't want you coming after school anymore."
"Wait, why I didn't do anything?" That was questionable in Francis' eyes.
"Look Arthur, I don't want to hurt you... and I know that if I spend personal time with you, that I might... well, fall for you." Francis said straight out. Arthur's eyes didn't widen, nor did he step back in surprise. In fact, he was more upset than surprised.
"But, sir, you said it yourself, I'm bad at art and I need lessons. And yesterday was a mistake, so can't we just forget about it?"Arthur pleaded and he would've got down on his hands and knees, though that would've looked weird to passers-by.
"Arthur, I can't forget it. I kissed you." Francis trailed off slowly at the last part, the memory still fresh in his mind.
"But sir-" He was cut off by Francis banging his hands off the desk very hard.
"Can't you see Arthur, I can't be alone with you... I don't know what I'd do! And about you being bad at art... I lied, just to get close to you! Arthur I'm eleven years your senior, It would be best if you go find someone your own age." Francis hand was red from the bang he gave it. Arthur was in disbelief. He didn't know why, but he felt like he was going to cry again.
"Okay, I understand. I'm sorry for bothering you again, Mr. Bonnefoy. Please forgive me." Arthur's tone was flat almost as if it had been forced out, which it was. He didn't want to leave, yet he had decided that he really did hate this man.
Francis watched as the boy left. He entangled his hands into his long hair. Why was he so harsh on him?
Arthur met with Feliks just after going outside. Feliks was happy to see him again, on better terms, and Arthur decided to eat lunch with him, after all Feliks bubbly personality could make anywhere forget about a bad day.
"Come on, I'll, like, show you all my friends!" Arthur was being dragged up the stairs to the lunch room by Feliks who was extremely energetic despite his girly-girl features.
Arthur laughed with him, taking one last look back at Francis who was locking the art room. He scoffed, that kiss meant nothing to him. Francis was right he should find someone his own age, who wasn't a stuck up frog like someone he knew. The young Polish boy finally stopped dragging Arthur when they reached the outside of the lunch room. "Come on let's go inside!"
Francis watched Arthur run upstairs with that cross dresser boy in his class. Arthur seemed happy despite what had happened. Could he have moved on that quickly? But then, Arthur was never probably in love with him from the beginning so the kiss didn't matter to him. Francis sighed. Just then, Ms. Braginskaya passed him.
"Bonjour, Yekatrina, could I come to lunch with you?" He asked and she turned. "Who, me? Of course Francis!"
As Francis walked down with the slightly large breasted women, he mind was still on Arthur. Did he love Arthur? Or didn't he? He could quite make up his mind.
Hey, hope you liked chapter two! Thanks to all who followed and liked already, I really appreciate it! Sorry it came out a little bit late but I'm also trying to update my other story so that's kinda hard to do as well!
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