Notice me!

Chapter Two:

"A Copy Of Me!?"

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(For now, unknown POV)

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Sunlight flooded throughout the long hallway of the western wing. It was a normal day with no worries except for the test I had the upcoming period. Oh well, I would just cheat off the person next to me anyways. In the end, it would always get me a decent grade. You see, I was smart enough to know who had the best scores in the grade. Evidently, that was my only redeeming quality. Other than that, I was a problem child with an addiction for mischief. People reprimanded me countless times because of it, but I kept on with my childishness…

"Alfred!" I heard someone call my name. My blonde hair hit me in the face as I turned to face them, so I swept it aside. The boys who stood around me, my friends, turned as well, so at the same moment we saw the vice principle speed walking down the hallway towards us…. Sigh.

"What did I do this time?" I asked as she came to a stop in front of us. She caught her breath and gave me a look that made everyone believe that even she was confused.

"Nothing, surprisingly… I just need to speak with you in my office. Alone." Her dark green eyes darted to the others, and they scattered. "Come along then." I followed her through the halls, past the classrooms, and by the few students who wandered about until the next bell rang. The silence between us lingered as we entered her office. She gestured for me to sit down, and as I did so, she did the same. For whatever reason she had called me to be there, it could not be anything good.

The next few minutes were shrouded in the subtle ticking of the clock that rested behind her head. Pretty soon, there was an almost inaudible knocking at the door that made my heart leap into my throat. In walked the Principle, himself, making me quake in my boots although I would never admit it. Oh, I so was in deep ****…!

"Mr. Jones… How are you?" His deep voiced questioned as he sat in a spare armchair.

"Um… I'm fine." My eyes darted between the two individuals staring at me intently.

"I suppose there is no need in 'beating around the bush'." He sighed and scratched his black hair on the base of his neck. "Well, it has come to our attention that there is an error in your personal file."

My eyebrows furrowed. "Error?"

"Yes; I'm surprised that no one had noticed it before, but right now that is beside the point. What does matter is the question I am about to ask you… Are you an only child, Mr. Jones?"

"Of course; why?" The principles looked at one another before the vice principle spoke.

"According to your file, you have a brother. Has either of your parents ever mentioned as such…?" My heart stopped. A brother….!? What? My hands gripped the leather armrests as I began to panic and eventually hyperventilate in spite of myself. "Mr. Jones, Mr. Jones?" The vice principle's words were a distant echo that resonated throughout my brain. My vision became blurry, and my stomach churned. The taste of bile and the other people in the room yelling out for me was the last thing I remembered before I blacked out.

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(Matthew's POV)

"Matthew, are you okay? You look a bit pale…" Francis gave me a worried glance as he asked this.

"No; I'm fine. What were you saying?" He remained curious but let the topic go as he continued his earlier conversation. I still felt the shock of what had just happened. Beforehand, I had felt a sudden jolt of pain course throughout my cranium and a sickness in my stomach. What had caused such a reaction in my body was a mystery to me…

"I think he should be around loud people. Maybe they will rub off on him!" Gilbert's voice brought me back to earth.

Antonio looked up from his salisbury steak to ask, "But who? The only person we know who is terribly loud is you, Gil, but you already notice Matt." He gave the albino a look.

"Hey! Who said I was thinking that?" A slight sweat graced his brow as he averted his eyes; what a liar…

"We could always have him hang out with Alfred…" Francis suggested.

"No way! I am not letting Matthew be around someone like him. He's a bad influence. Gilbert's bad enough as it is!"

"Hey!" I laughed at Antonio's teasing, but then paused to ask a question of my own.

"Who is Alfred…?" The three other boys sitting at the lunch table looked at me as if I were crazy. Gilbert was the one to answer my question.

"You don't know who Alfred Jones is!? He's only the grade's biggest troublemaker beside myself, of course." He smirked as Antonio just rolled his eyes.

"He seems pretty friendly to me." Francis pitched in. "My friend, Arthur, is around him most of the time, so you don't have to worry about Al bullying you or anything. Arthur would just report back to me, and besides… I already asked him and he said he would." We stopped eating, and it was silent for a brief few minutes.

"You already asked him…. without telling us!?" The Spaniard exploded.

"Oui; everything is going according to plan…"

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(A.N.) Sorry for the wait on this…. I had to gather inspiration and try to focus on what I really wanted for this chapter. Sadly, there are no translations for this chapter if you want to exclude "Oui". Which, I would think everyone would know that… Please REVIEW!

~Ame-chan777