Chapter Three

Alfred woke up to the shrill sound of his alarm clock. He groaned and flung his hand over to his nightstand to shut the annoying buzzing off. It was currently seven o'clock on a Monday morning. The obligatory first day of school. The pillow muffled the groan that came from him. After a few minutes, Alfred grabbed his glasses lethargically and put them on. Then, reluctantly, he crawled out of bed to get ready for the day.

Standing in front of the school, Alfred and Matt stopped for a moment to take it in. It was older, like everything else in town, and much smaller than their school in New York. The lawn in the front of the school was teeming with students already, even though they still had plenty of time before the day started. The twins had to come in early for their schedules and locker numbers and combinations, but it seemed the students here liked to get a head start. Alfred turned to his brother.

"Ready?" Matthew, always the quiet one, answered with a nod and they started to walk across the grass. As they strolled onto the campus, they garnered plenty of curious stares. All except one. A green eyed boy watched them with carefully guarded recognition unbeknownst to the pair, eyes mostly on one of them in particular.

Oblivious to the stares, Matthew and Alfred walked through the heavy wooden doors at the entrance.

The interior of the building appeared to be newer, suggesting renovation had recently occurred. The blonds walked towards the main office to get their papers.

Inside the office there was a surly looking secretary sitting at the desk. She looked like the type of person who hated children but worked with them anyway, which never made sense to Alfred. At the sound of a closing door her head snapped up and she looked sharply at the pair. Her brown hair was graying and her face was wrinkling, but those weren't what made her so intimidating. Her sharp eyes seem to scrutinize every breath they took .Matthew was the brave one this time.

"We're here to get our schedules. We're new here." It was a statement but came out as question. She looked disapprovingly at them.

"Ah, yes. The new students. Here. Your schedules, lockers, and student handbook. Do you have the health forms?" The three traded papers and packets for a good ten minutes before the twins were allowed to leave.

As they opened the door, Matthew ran into a wall, almost knocking him over. A rather warm wall, one that was breathing and smelled somewhat of alcohol.

"You should watch where you're going, da?" Only this wall, wasn't a wall, it was just a very large, and going by the accent, a very Russian person.

"Sorry! It was an acc-" Matthew was quick to apologize, but his brother cut him off.

"Don't apologize to him Mattie, you don't have to." He was glaring at the Russian teen. The boy was faintly taller than and certainly wider, and something told Alfred that this wasn't the sort of person you could just sidestep. He was intimidating, yes, with his empty violet eyes, blond, almost silver hair, and painted on smile. Alfred's instincts told him that this boy was a challenge, and how he loved challenges.

"If anything he owes you one. He saw you, you didn't see him." Matthew looked at his brother as if he had a second head. Does he not see that this kid is a serial killer in the making?

"No, no. It's fine, let's just go Al." He grabbed Alfred's favorite jacket's sleeve and dragged him out of the office.

"I will see you later, yes?" The silver haired teen gave a small wave and they saw fake smile get wider before the door shut behind them.

"What the hell, Matt? He would've apologized!" Alfred got a smack on the arm and gaped at his brother.

"Did you not see him? That guy could've killed us and you're saying you wanted to stay until he apologized? I'm not dying for an 'I'm sorry' from that guy." Alfred rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Matt, you're overreacting. He was just a little creepy. Calm down. Let me see your schedule, maybe we have something together." After recovering from the abrupt change of subject, he pulled the paper out from his jean pocket and held it out next to Alfred's. They quickly read them through.

"Damn. Nothing. When'd you get so smart, Mattie?" Alfred smiled when Matt rolled up his paper and hit him jokingly.

"I'm not smart, you're just dumb." Matthew stuck his tongue out at his brother and ran before Alfred could do anything to him.

"Well good luck finding your first class without me then!" Alfred called after him. He looked down at his schedule trying to memorize the room numbers and started to walk around the school to find his classes.

"What room number is it?" His head snapped up at the sound of a familiar accented voice.

"Artie! I was wondering when I'd see you! I have English first, room 134." The Brit offered to show him around to find his classes and Alfred, not knowing where any of them were, of course, accepted.

Arthur cleared his throat. "May I see your schedule, then?" He took the paper Alfred handed him. "Hm. We have Gym together. Nothing else though." Alfred's eyes brightened.

"Really? Sweet! I thought I would alone with like all of them." He smiled and bumped their shoulders together.

"Hey, you alright? Your really red. You're not sick are you?" He asked when a blush spread its way over the shorter boy's face.

"No, no. I'm perfectly alright." Alfred hadn't noticed anything and it only crossed his mind once when Arthur wouldn't look him in the eye for the rest of their class hunting.

-Meanwhile-

"142. 144? Where…?" Matthew was hopelessly lost. The rooms seemed to disappear and reappear at the same time and he wasn't sure where anything was anymore.

"Ah, mon ami? I take it you are new? I have not seen your beautiful face before and I'm sure I would recognize such a beauty, non?" Matthew's face went bright red and he turned to look at who was talking to him.

"U-um. Y-yea. I'm, uh, new here. I'm Matthew." The boy across from him had the same color hair, but that was where their similarities ended. He was taller, a few inches maybe. His hair looked like he had just come from the salon and he had some fine stubble on his chin. The clothing he wore also looked to be of fine quality. They fit like a glove, Matthew noticed, his face going even redder.

"Francis Bonnefoy at your service, mon ami. May I help you with your schedule?" Matthew nodded and allowed the taller boy to guide him around the school. His school year was looking up.

A/N:This took longer than it should have. *sigh* I'm afraid I spoiled you guys with uploading the second chapter right away. Oh well. These will take longer to upload as I'm making these up as I go along, so bear with me ;_; I just wanna thank everyone who subscribed and favorited and reviewed (I try to respond to all of them) but this is just a great big thank you to everyone :D I'm glad you like this story, it's my first multi chaptered anything and I'm always really nervous you guys won't like something :( As always, any corrections, criticism, and whatever are welcome.

Oh! And since I've forgotten to say this on the first two chapters:

I DON'T OWN THESE GUYS. They're awesome, but they're not mine :(