Saying the day was hell would be an understatement. Putting Arthur in an organised area was like mixing oil and water. … No, in fact, it was like lighting oil on fire. An absolute disaster.

"So… what's first lesson?" Arthur asked lazily, lighting a cigarette before Alfred grabbed it and stomped it out.

"Literature," he growled. "Ever heard of it?"

Arthur grinned. "Yes, and unlike you Americans, I know what it is, too."

Alfred narrowed his eyes. "Shut it."

The second they left the dorm building, Arthur was literally swarmed with girls. For the first time, Alfred could see why Francis was so annoyed. Practically half of the female student body of the school had heard of Arthur in the past two days he'd been here, and most of them were swooning like absolute idiots in front of him.

"Arthur!"

"Like, oh my god, you were amazing last night…"

"Your hair looks great today, Artie!"

Alfred's eyebrow twitched in annoyance. Artie? What kind of a stupid nickname was that? His stomach churned in sickly repugnance when Arthur gave a flattering smile and thanked them for their compliments by blowing a kiss that knocked a few of them out.

"Uh, Arthur?" came the simpering voice of yet another girl. Arthur turned to look at her as she handed him a small box wrapped in coloured cloth.

"I… baked you some food. Will you eat it?" she asked, blushing. Arthur took it from her and flashed her a dazzling smile.

"Why, of course. Thank you kindly, darling."

Man. His accent was hot.

As much as Alfred wanted to deny it – Arthur Kirkland had the fittest accent he'd ever heard.

The girl swooned madly and scampered off giddily, leaving Arthur and Alfred in the centre of two blocks alone together.

Arthur's friendly, endearing smile disappeared as he stalked over to a nearby trash can and tossed the box into it, dusting off his hands. Alfred's blood boiled.

"What the hell? She cooked that for you! You're not just gonna-"

Arthur only smirked and flicked him the middle finger. "It's up to me what I do. And trust me, her food is awful."

Alfred looked around and grimaced. "You're lucky she didn't see that…"

"Not lucky, just insanely talented.~"

Alfred growled again.

The two teens made their way into their English Literature class, Arthur being greeting again with blushes and mutterings. He grinned and sat down in the vacant desk in front of Alfred's, leaning against the wall, yawning loudly and twirling a pen in his fingers.

The teacher – a slightly small, brunette girl who looked barely old enough to be in college – stood at the front of the room.

"Alright, class. I know quite a few of you are new…" Her gaze lingered for a moment on Arthur. "…but do try to keep up."

She had barely turned to write something on the board when Arthur propped his feet up onto the desk. The teacher cleared her throat and looked calmly at the punk.

"Mr Kirkland?" she called, to which Arthur looked up and smiled.

"Yeah?"

"Feet down, please," she said, firmly.

Arthur did nothing. "Tired, miss."

"No excuse, Mr Kirkland. Feet down."

"Nah."

The teacher's eye twitched, losing her patience rather quickly with him. "Do you want me to fail you?" she snapped.

Arthur laughed. "For keeping my feet on a desk?"

The teacher's eyes narrowed. "For disregarding authority."

The punk grinned, taking his feet down and leaning forward on his desk. "Ooh. Want me to show you what I call 'disregarding authority' after class, babe?"

The class filled with nervous laughter and snickering from the guys at the back as the poor teacher turned bright red with anger and slammed her folder down onto the desk. "You god damn-"

Arthur lifted a hand, smiling. "Ah~ah~ah. Teacher's aren't allowed to offend students.~"

And just to annoy her further, he placed his feet on the table again.

"Mr Kirkland!" the teacher snarled. "Feet down!"

Arthur smirked, unwrapping some gum and starting to chew it. "Nope."

"Detention, then!"

The punk smirked. "You do want to disregard some authority, then?~"

The teacher seemed to have a difficult time keeping her breath even with gritted teeth. "I want you to learn."

"Nah, you want to get a raise because of your well-behaved kids."

The teacher gave a yell of impatience and stormed over, slamming the folder again onto his desk. "Put it this way! If you behave, you can leave! Then I'll never have to teach you again!"

There was a short silence, broken by the abrupt ring of the bell.

"So… am I still staying back, babe?" asked Arthur, smirking as the teacher handed him a scribbled-in detention slip as she stormed out of the room, almost in tears.

Arthur merely laughed and shredded the paper into bits. "Pathetic."

Alfred could only stare. How the hell did he do that? How could he do that? The poor woman's confidence must be so low right now because of him!

Arthur looked back at him, those acid green eyes sparkling like his piercings that caught the window light.

Alfred snarled and left the classroom before he found himself blushing.

After several, rather blissful classes of little-to-no Arthur (he found himself thanking the irregular class groupings of optional subjects), returning back to life with the punk was a very irritating transition.

The second he walked in, he was greeted with the awful screeching of the Sex Pistols blaring through his dorm room, Arthur nowhere to be found.

"HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET A COPY OF MY DORM KEY?" yelled Alfred over all the noise, scanning the room for the punk that seemingly wasn't there. He covered his ears in annoyance and slammed the 'off' button on the boombox, the noise soon replaced by the faint running of water in the bathroom, marked 'vacant'.

"Arthur? You in here?" called Alfred, to no response, though the water had stopped. He turned the handle, slightly confused. It was more like the punk to yell some profanity to get him to go away, or something… not remain so quiet.

Pushing the door open, hand shaking very slightly (of course he wasn't worried!), he was met by a horrifying sight that would be burned into his skull for the rest of his life.

Hehe, sorry to keep you in suspense…

Guess in your reviews what you think Alfred saw? ^^