Matthew Williams walked into the lunchroom, hoping to finish up some homework he had forgotten to do.
He soon noticed that that would be impossible, for the Bad Touch Trio was sitting at his usually empty table, harassing the new boy from England.
Matthew crossed over to the table quietly and sat down, knowing that he wouldn't be noticed by any of them. They always seemed to ignore him, even his cousin Francis. Matthew was used to not being recognized. It was rare when he was, and even then, people thought he was his twin brother.
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Shit shit shit shit SHIT…Gilbert thought as Matthew…MATTHEW…sat down at the table Francis, Antonio, Arthur, and himself were occupying. How could Gilbert forget that Matthew sat there? He always looked at Matthew, diligently starting ahead on his homework and reading more into the next lessons the teacher had planned, no doubt.
Francis didn't seem at all phased that his baby cousin had sat down and could hear him flirt shamelessly with Eyebrows Churchill.
"Mon dieu, Arthur, you're so gorgeous! How are you not being flocked by all the men and women in this room?"
"Maybe because you're scaring all of them away, frog," Arthur replied smoothly, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked very closed off.
Francis placed a hand on Arthur's shoulder, a bad move, because Arthur turned his head so fast to look at Francis, he could've snapped it.
"I'm. Not. Interested. Understand, plonker? I am trying to get through my first day in an American school and you three are making it steadily harder. It's bad enough that I have to deal with all these American idiots, but I have you badgering me and trying to slip into my knickers!" The Briton stood up quickly and crossed the table to where a quiet Matthew Williams sat, observing the scene.
"Hello chap, my name is Arthur." A hand was extended to the blond and Matthew shook it hesitantly. The teenager wore black nail polish and a spiked bracelet, intriguing Matthew.
"Hi…I'm Matthew," the Canadian greeted quietly, looking down at his lap. He was effectively shocked by the Britons recognition of him!
"Tell me, are those blokes across from us always infuriating?" Matthew nodded slowly and Arthur sighed, "Well, lovely. It seems I have attracted the attention of the Three Stooges."
Francis squeaked and Antonio said something close to "Hey! I had no part in this!" before Matthew decided to defend his cousin, "They aren't that bad…once you get to know them, they're alright.."
But Arthur had resorted to texting.
Matthew sighed heavily and opened his text book, about to delve into the inner workings of trigonometry.
Out of the corner of the cannucks eye, he could see a small red cell phone sliding towards him, "Enter your number, please. I'd much rather prefer your company," he gazed at the Bad Touch Trio, "over them any day of the year."
And it was then that Matthew found himself a friend who didn't ask him who he was every two seconds, and it was then that Francis found his outlet to Arthur Kirkland: Matthieu.
