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Chapter Three

It was dark... Nice and dark... Nice, dark with no worries in the world, I was in a beautiful serene orb of peace... Known to some as sleep.

And then I heard it. Those shrill ringing noises telling me to get the effing hell up. It didn't even say please. I bet if I invented the alarm clock that said, 'Why good morning to you! Now if you would please like to get up now that would be just grand~' instead of just screaming at you I would be a millionaire.

"Uhh...nnn... Five more minutes..." I pleaded my metal clock tormenter.

It just kept on hollering at me in response. Alrighty then. It was probably time to get up anyway... I would have mother on me if I wasn't downstairs soon.

I rolled over onto my back and opened squinty eyes to gaze up at the ceiling. And then I noticed... Since when was my ceiling as dirty as the floor? And was my mattress always this lumpy? Why did the place smell of rat poison?

Then it all clicked. I sat bolt upright. That was not a dream, there really was a refrigerator in my doorway, there was still a bag with far too much underwear sitting at the foot of my bed and there was an American high school, ten minutes away that had a register with my name on it. THIS WAS IT.

I was all systems go as I fell out of the low bed, but there were no face plants that could stop me today, I was a man on a mission.

I selected only the best clothes I had in my bag. Tight jeans (which I must say, did a rather good job of hugging my arse...) and my Union Jack shirt- because where would the world be if they didn't know that I was British?

I swept back my floppy blonde hair, giving myself dazzling style. I looked too amazing.

Sadly my hair thought this too and fell straight back down. That was a shame, but at least I had eyebrow coverage. Those things were like effing gerbils. Bloody genes.

.oO0Oo.

Here I was. There was no turning back now. My nose would triple in size if I said that I wasn't nervous, because oh god, I was bloody nervous.

The front office... I was told to go to the front office. It would have helped knowing where the front office was.

I wanted to turn around, turn around and run all the way back across the Atlantic to rainy old London with its constant aroma of wet concrete and car fumes.

But I wasn't going to do that. I was going to march right into that office (where ever it was) and demand they sign me in as a fully fledged student of the school.

Now to find the office without looking like a lost pensioner in tight jeans.

Maybe I could ask someone... I surveyed the other students making their jolly way though a school that they knew the way around. I could see all the groups you'd expect, there were the nerds, the jocks, the gaming geeks, the art freaks, the cheerleaders... Wait, the cheerleaders! My own kind!

I ran towards them, the girl I recognised off that Youtube video, here she was right in front of me! I didn't even notice the cola can lying on the ground that caught my foot and had me sliding back and crash to the ground. That is until it caught my foot and made me crash to the ground, leaving me flat on my arse.

Oh nooooooo... I heard snickers all round me as people watched my blunder. Now I just wanted to storm off. My hands stung from hitting the hard unforgiving floor and I felt as if I had shattered my blinkin' pelvis. I wanted to run off to the lavatories and let my feelings out in the form of manly, manly tears but how the hell did I even find those?!

"Hey man, that looked like it hurt super bad! You okay?"

The voice that came from behind was loud, over the top and with some mental confirmation I figured out that it was aimed at me.

"Dude? Hellooooo? You in there, space cadet?"

"Gah!"

Suddenly a face was hovered upside down, only about an inch in front of mine. That's a little too close for comfort, mate. I mean, really, I could feel this chap's hair tickle my chin.

I felt my wrists being grabbed as the young man, without any warning hoisted my up on to my feet. Ohoho, no one touches Arthur Kirkland without permission. I was going to shoot so many daggers glares at this yank... Take that! I glared coldly.

Oh... Well this one was tall. The young man who lifted me was at least a head taller than me, broad and seriously well built, honey tanned skin covered toned arms. Piercing blue eyes that shone just beneath head well kept of sandy blonde hair and hid behind a pair of rectangular glasses reflected my glare as if it was being bounced right back at me, this bloke had a shield of happy around him... Like some kind of dim puppy.

"Jones, Alfred F. Jones!"

"What about Jones, Alfred F. Jones?"

"Dude, that's my name, duh! Now you gotta tell me yours!"

"And why should I?"

"Jeeeeeeze, man. Did no one even teach you manners?"

"What!? I'm bloody British, of course I have manners! More than you anyway you damn yank!"

"Eh? Yank?... I already told you to call me Alfred~" That cheesy American grin seemed to be plastered on his face.

Was this guy an idiot? Why was he so damn happy?! I gave up. There was no way to win an argument when your opponent didn't even notice that you were arguing with him... Well, at him, more like.

"Arthur Kirkland." I muttered it quietly. There was just something I did not like about Alfred, something about his personality grated on mine and rubbed me the wrong way. And the worst thing about it was that he didn't even feel the same way, I felt stupid and mean but I couldn't help it.

"Dude, I keep telling you it's Alf-"

"No you fool! My name is Arthur!"

"Ahhhh, got it, buddy! I'm pretty sure that I heard that name before anyway..." He seemed to squint his eyes up like he was thinking way too hard. "Arthuuuuuuur..."

Quick! While he's distracted, make a run for it!

"Oh yeah!" He put a hand on my shoulder. No escape for me today. "You're that British kid that I was meant to meet in the office today! Ahaaa... Guess I forgot~"

What? Thiswas the person that was supposed to be guiding me? Of all people it has to be this wanker!? At least the idiot had enough sense to look guilty about forgetting about it.

"Well then, now I found you, let's get going!" I wasn't able to get a single insult in before I found my arm linked with Alfred's and was being yanked down the hall.

"H-Hey! Tell me where we're going!"

"To class~"

That was vague.

As soon as I was able to I was going to ditch this tosser for sure.