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Chapter 4: I Don't Care
After they had sorted out their differences (or indifferences) they were sent off to lunch with the order that they should have group lunch sessions together as well to further sort out their differences.
None of them wanted to see any of the others any longer but an order was an order. Plus they had been warned that several student leaders (not) would be keeping an eye on them to ensure that they followed exactly that.
"In the lunch room. That's where everyone can admire and bow before the Hero!" Alfred shot Arthur a wink, earning a disgusted look from the other.
"Not the fucking lunchroom! The close proximity of people rubbing on me is not awesome. And I need somewhere to get a smoke."
They compromised by having Matthew go with Gilbert, for some reason unknown and Arthur following Alfred. Of course this particular arrangement was made with only with Alfred and Gilbert in mind, without the consent of Matthew or Arthur.
Gilbert stalked off, Matthew looking at Alfred with a pleading look in his round eyes, the latter shrugging his shoulders in a sign of defeat.
Arthur was just as unwillingly as Matthew. Screw Gilbert for leaving him alone. Fuck Alfred for ignoring him.
"Come on Iggy. Can you see anything?" Alfred semi-whispered/talked to Arthur.
"What?" Arthur scoffed. "And don't call me Iggy! It's Arthur!"
The two had gone to the lunch room, but Arthur, being the one against all things in the norm, immediately threw one of his fits 2 seconds after sitting down with Alfred's football friends.
Alfred then had thrown a fit of his own, leading him to suddenly come to the conclusion that they should go spy on Matthew and Gilbert instead.
"Who knows what that druggie might do to Matthew!" were his exact words.
Arthur wanted to retort that if he actually held any concern for Matthew, he wouldn't have dumped him with Gilbert in the first place.
From what Arthur could see, Matthew was picking nibbling hesitantly at his food, while Gilbert, who obviously hadn't brought any lunch at all kept on stealing slices of chicken from the blonde's sandwich.
"See anything happening?" Alfred asked again.
Arthur muttered something unintelligible as he pushed his headphones down, sending another of his famous earth-shattering glares at Alfred, pissed that the other had nothing better to do than to pester him with his nonsensical chatter.
"Just shut up and mind your own business you bloody git."
"HE'S LIGHTING A FAG!" Alfred shouted, earning him a slap over his loud mouth by Arthur.
"Shh! Why are you announcing this to the whole world? Dimwit!"
He looked around the corner they were hiding behind and sure enough, Gilbert had just lighted a cigarette and was taking a long, slow drawl out of it.
Matthew's eyes widened and peered furiously around, fearing that suddenly someone would pop up and chew Gilbert out, which basically meant both of them. He choked as the second-hand smoke curled around them; Gilbert oblivious to Matthew's coughing fit.
"Shoot. That fool."
"Mattie's going to die! And at the hands of that albino bastard!" Alfred cried hysterically.
Alfred made no effort to help Matthew in the next few minutes, only freaking out about what consequences there might be for himself. Arthur on the other hand didn't really give a shit about the whole thing other than the fact that Gilbert would be in deep trouble if he got caught. It wasn't like Matthew would die right? Right?
"The Hero will save you Mattie!" Alfred proclaimed, finally coming to his senses enough to fabricate a single thought of helping Matthew.
"Stop attracting attention you git!"
"But Mattie!" He whined.
Arthur grumbled under his breath as he pushed his headphones back up. Shutting his eyes while Oliver Skye's screams assaulted his senses, he didn't notice Alfred slowly creeping away from their little corner towards Gilbert and Matthew.
"Hoi."
What was that? Oh. Just the bass drum. No. Wait. Was someone speaking to him?
He cracked open an eye and peered wearily at the figure in front of him.
"Hoi."
Oh. It was just Lars.
Probably looking for Gilbert to give him his fix again or something. He sighed as he pulled his headphones around his neck again.
"Hey." He deadpanned.
The Dutch cocked an eyebrow at Arthur's grouchiness.
"Gilbert's down there if you're looking for him."
"With the two Americans?"
"What?"
"The Jones jock and the other dude. What's his name? The Canadian."
"…"
"Uh, I'll go now. Tot ziens."
The other slinked away before Arthur could even respond. He shifted his self and glanced down the corner Lars had just gone down. Sure enough, there they were far down in the exact same position they were before, apart from Alfred currently sneaking to them suspiciously and Lars eyeing him weirdly. Alfred gave the tall Dutch a small, hopefully innocent looking smile as he flattened himself against the wall to give way to the other blonde.
As soon as Lars had walked several metres away, Alfred gave a melodramatic sigh and wiped an imaginary drop of sweat from his brow before continuing to creep down towards Matthew and Gilbert. It then took him another minute to realise that the only reason Lars had passed him by was that he was actually going to Gilbert and Matthew. This sent him into full on panic mode.
Okay…he should really intervene now. Before Gilbert died. Or someone else did.
Oh shit.
Now Alfred was strangling Gilbert. Lars wasn't taking either side for now. God, why did he always have to be the bloody mediator?
They should've been back at the nurse's again. But neither any of them wanted a further unnecessary counselling session outside of their already weekly one. So they just grinned and beared it.
Unfortunately due to their little dispute during lunch, they were the last ones to class. Gilbert was the first to rush to get the best seat out of all of them. This was beside a rather attractive girl with silvery corn-blonde hair that had a weird kind of attraction to her brother…creepy.
Matthew had shuffled to the other side of the room the moment they entered and he just kind of disappeared. Weird. Alfred had gotten the only available double seat. Which left two seats left; the one beside Alfred or another beside a brunette girl he was pretty sure was half-crazy and had a small crush on him.
Right. Which one? American douche bag or weird fan girl?
Ah, screw this. American douche bag it is.
He eyed Alfred with distaste as he magically conjured up a giant bottle of soda and began gulping it down. He caught sight of Arthur, stopped drinking and wiped his mouth on his jacket and began waving at Arthur. The Brit's eyes began growing smaller and smaller and his face turned red at Alfred's blatant display of their acquaintance (if their relationship could even be called that).
He dumped his bag ungraciously on his table as he shifted his chair as far as possible from the other.
"Hey, hey, Iggy!" Alfred smiled nonchalantly Arthur.
"Hmph."
"Iggggy. Don't ignore me!" Alfred puffed out his cheeks and pouted.
How stupid could he get?
Why did he even adknowledge him so openly anyway? Not that Arthur liked him at all. Even as a friend and all. Not at all.
Seriously, he was loud, obnoxious, played "football" and was your worst American nightmare ever bottled up into a testosterone fueled teenage boy. Speaking of loud and obnoxious, where'd that whiny voice go?
He glanced at Alfred out of the corner of his eye. Nothing. He wasn't in his seat. Where did that git go? He whipped his head around and came face to face with a vision full of sunny blonde American. What the fuck? What the hell was he up to now. Probably trying to scare him into oblivion or something equally childish.
He was just about to spit in the other's face and then gloat for the whole of eternity after that, but then Alfred's eyes caught him. Those orbs, full of innocence and life. They were cerulean and stretched for as far as his eyes could see.
An expanse of pure blue… he could feel himself being sucked inside their hypnotising glimmer.
Wait. What?
Translation: Dutch- hoi/hi
Tot ziens- bye
Thanks to HamburgerWithTea for correcting my Dutch!
AN: Well, well. So how'd that go? (Author: fail. *falls flat on ground*)
Anyway...hope this chapter made up for last week's... AND WOW ALFRED AND ARTHUR FINALLY TALKED!
...so reviews are love!
Song: I Don't Care by Fall Out Boy