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Alfred buttoned his shirt with reluctant fingers. It was his and Ms. Spears' two month anniversary and they were going out to dinner. Oh, joy! Oh, rapture! Two long months with that pathetic excuse for a woman. The only positive thing was that as each day went by, it was closer to graduation. Then, he could be done with the bitch. He looked over his reflection. He looked good. Really good (as usual). He smiled at his reflection, and then frowned. The reason why Ms. Spears was after him was because of his looks. She thought he was hot and wanted his body. For the first time, he felt like his gorgeous features were a curse.

At the restaurant, she was loud and obnoxious like always. Her party dress looked a couple sizes too small. Her breasts looked like two watermelons being held up by string. Her makeup was caked onto her face. After spending so much time with her, he realized that she was extremely plain without her makeup. Not necessarily ugly, but not pretty. Just plain. Her boobs were too big for her figure. Alfred was sure that most men find those huge breasts attractive, but he, obviously, did not. The more time he spent with her, the more he was disgusted by the female anatomy.

"Did ya hear that there might not be enough money for new textbooks next year?" she asked through chomps of salad.

Mildly intrigued, he responded, "No. Where did you here that?"

"Principal Cloz told me. He said it's one of the only ways to make some budget cuts without dropping a class."

"That makes sense, I guess. Still not a good thing."

"No. But, you know, I think there are some classes that should be dropped."

He tilted his head to the side. "Like what?"

"Like Spanish."

He sighed. This again. "Why do you say that?" Why did I even ask?

"It's fucking useless. Things would be a lot easier if everyone would just learn English."

"This again?" he ran his hand through his hair. "Look, Mr. Fernandez works hard at what he does. He'd be out of a job."

"So what? I never liked him."

Alfred's fists clenched under the table. "He's my friend. Oh, by the way, did I ever tell you that I'm fluent in Spanish and Chinese?"

She shrunk in her chair. "No."

"Ah, well now you know. I know bits and pieces of a lot of other languages, too. Not exactly enough to be fluent, but enough to get by if I needed to. Now," he put his hand on his chin, "tell me more about how other languages are useless."

She said nothing. They remained silent for the remainder of the meal and Alfred was grateful for that. Such a damn bitch. When he drove her home, he just had to ask the question that was bugging him for months. "I don't get it," he turned to her when he pulled up by her house. "Why the hell do you want me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you want to date me?"

"You're hot?"

"That can't be it."

"Yeah, it really is."

"You don't me for anything but my looks. I don't like you at all. You don't really like me. Why are you wasting your time with this?"

She smirked. "I can." Then her expression grew serious. "Besides, you're the perfect trophy boyfriend. I show people pictures of you and they're impressed. I even think my perfect little sister is jealous."

Alfred just stared at her, not knowing what to say. She leaned closer to him and he leaned away. She shook her head. "You're a guy. Why don't you want sex?"

"One: I'm gay. Two: I'm not attracted to you. Three: I don't like you."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. You'll change your mind eventually." She got out of the car and Alfred sped away as fast as possible.

In his latest letter to Arthur, Alfred wrote:

I really don't understand why she's hell-bent on getting me in bed. I know I'm hot, but there are other hot guys who would take one look at her boobs at pounce on her. I guess she likes having control over me. I don't know.

Arthur grimaced and shook his head when he read it. He showed all of his letters from Alfred to Elizaveta one day after school.

She growled. "I'm going to kill her."

"Please don't do anything illegal," Arthur told her.

"I won't," she crossed her arms and then muttered, "but if I could, I would."

"I'm worried….What are you planning to do to her?"

"I'm still working on it," she played with her long, brown locks.

"I appreciate your efforts but you really don't have to worry about this."

"Oh, no. No. I'm determined. I will not let that hoe touch your Alfred."

Arthur smiled. "Just, like I said: don't do anything illegal."

She then smiled. "Well, I think it's adorable that you guys write letters and stuff."

Arthur blushed slightly. "Yeah, well, it was Mr. Williams' idea."

"He's Mr. Jones' brother, right?"

"Yeah."

"Hmm," she put her hand on her chin and her smile turned into a smirk. "I see." Arthur gave her a questioning look and she just laughed.

In history class, Ms. Spears walked in the room to hand some document to Alfred.

"Thanks, Ms. Spears," he put on a small smile.

"You're welcome," she smiled and shook her hips as she left the room, her skirt far too short for that of a teacher. Once she was gone, he grimaced and the class laughed, catching his facial expression. He looked at them. "Sorry, didn't mean to do that."

"You don't like her?" Feliciano asked through a giggle.

He looked like he was struggling to find an answer, then he finally just shook his head. The class laughed again and he smiled. While this was going on, Arthur noticed Eliza looked like she was in deep thought.

"We don't like her, either," Francis said.

"She's so stupid…" Ludwig muttered.

"All she does is play with her phone," Kiku commented.

"Alright," Alfred laughed, "it's not appropriate for me to talk about my co-workers."

"Oh, who cares?" Elizaveta threw her hands in the air. "Tell us how you really feel!"

Alfred laughed. "I'm already on probation from….you know. I shouldn't say anything more."

"We won't tell," Arthur smiled. The other students agreed and Alfred's smile widened at Arthur.

Alfred just shook his head. "I have nothing nice to say, so I won't say anything at all." He looked at the clock and saw that there were about ten minutes left until the period was over. "Okay, well I don't feel like teaching. Who wants to watch SpongeBob?"

While they were watching SpongeBob, Alfred said, "I always wanted to try a Krabby Patty."

Almost everyone responded, "Oh my God, me too!"

"It's the only burger that I haven't tried!" Alfred slammed his head on his desk.

"And you never will," said Arthur said loud enough for him to hear.

Alfred lifted his head from his desk and glared at him. "I can dream." His eyes got a dreamy look to them. "It seems so delicious. And everyone knows the only people who don't like Krabby Patties have never tasted one."

"You're off your rocker," Arthur rolled his eyes.

"Don't be a Squidward, Artie."

Eliaveta quietly giggled next to Arthur. "Hehe, he calls you 'Artie.' "

"Shut up." This is what I get for telling a yaoi fangirl about my relationship with a hot guy.

Later in science class, Mr. Kiddur was teaching the class about speed, distance, displacement, and a bunch of other crap that Arthur found useless.

"Ever go to the mall early in the morning," Mr. Kiddur asked, "and see the old people?" Some students chuckled and he said, "No, seriously! Ever see the way they walk? They're so excited. They're like this." He marched around the room while moving his arms like a chicken. Everyone laughed and he stopped. "Don't laugh! They're old!"

Arthur was laughing and Elizaveta leaned over and whispered, "I'm coming over after school. No questions. We have things to discuss."

Arthur knew better than to argue with the Hungarian, so he just nodded.

After school that day, Francis came walking with Elizaveta.

"Oh, what's he doing here?" Arthur groaned.

Francis put his hand over his chest in shock. "I was invited, Eyebrows!"

"Not by me, Frog!"

"He was invited by me," Elizaveta put her hands between them before they could start hurting each other.

"Why in the name of God would you do that?"

"Because he is going to know what's going on."

"Hell, no!"

"Yes!"

"I won't allow it!"

"Yes, Arthur," she puled the frying pan from her bag.

"Okay," Arthur raised his hands in defense. He then glared at Francis. "You better know what you're doing, Eliza."

Back at Arthur's house, the three were lying on the Brit's bedroom floor while watching The Nanny.

"What did you want to tell me?" Francis asked.

"Well," Elizaveta smiled, "Arthur and Mr. Jones are in love."

"Elizaveta!" his face burst into a brilliant shade of red. Elizaveta absentmindedly threw a pillow at his head.

Francis exploded into a fit of laughter. "Oh, mon Dieu!" he wiped his eyes of tears. "This is rich!"

"I will murder you!" Arthur yelled and had to be restrained by Elizaveta.

"Oh, calm down," Francis chuckled. "I can picture you two making a very cute couple." His eyes darkened, "And making very hot sex."

Elizaveta slapped him. "Enough! Although, I agree…"

Arthur crawled under his bed to hide his burning face.

"Anyway, the reason why you're here is because we have a problem."

"Oh?"

"Yes; Ms. Spears."

"What's she doing?"

"To make a long story short: blackmailing Mr. Jones and interfering with their relationship. We need to get her fired immediately."

"Hmmmmm," Francis stroked his stubble in thought. Arthur timidly came out from under the bed. "This will be hard to do without us getting in trouble," Francis muttered.

"I know," Elizaveta sighed, "that's why we need all of the help we can get."

The trio sat in silence for a couple minutes. Francis spoke, "She's still on probation, isn't she?"

"I think so," Arthur nodded. "Mr. Jones still is."

"Right. So a little thing could get her fired. Principal Cloz already dislikes her."

"Okay, so what do you have in mind?" Elizaveta asked.

Francis smirked. "We're going to need Mr. Jones' help."

The next day, the three went to Mr. Jones after class. "We have something to discuss," Elizaveta declared.

"Okay," Alfred sat down at his desk. "What's up?"

"First of all, we know about you and him," she put her arm around Arthur who then shoved her away.

The color drained from Alfred's face. "Arthur!"

"But it's cool!" Elizaveta told him. "We're not gonna tell. We want to help."

He calmed down a little. "Help with what?"

"Getting ride of You-Know-Who."

He just sighed. "I don't want any of you getting involved with me and her."

"Why not?" Arthur asked.

"You guys will wind up getting in trouble."

"So?" said Francis. "We're seniors; we have a few more months and then we're out of here."

"But, still…"

Arthur was getting annoyed. "We don't care, okay? We need to get rid of her!"

Alfred smiled. "Oooo, anxious, are we?" Arthur muttered something under his breath and crossed his arms. "Anyway, how do you plan to get her fired?"

"I say we don't get her fired and get rid of her another way," Elizaveta took her frying pan from her bag.

Arthur looked exasperated. "How many times do I have to tell you: nothing illegal?!"

"I have no problem with it," Alfred laughed.

Arthur looked at him with surprised eyes. "We can't injure her!"

"Why not?" the teacher and students asked.

Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm not even going to explain why we can't hurt a teacher."

"I want her to suffer," Alfred said darkly.

"Yes!" Elizaveta had crazy eyes.

Francis and Arthur looked at each other uncomfortably. "Uh, guys?" Francis poked them.

Alfred stood up. "Sorry." He sighed. "Sadly, Arthur's right. We can't hurt her."

"Damn," Elizaveta grumbled.

"What's plan B?"

Francis clapped his hands together. "What if we had hard evidence that she harasses you?"

"What do you mean?"

He smirked devilishly. "What if we get her to sext you?"

Alfred's eyes widened and he looked like he was about to vomit all over the floor. "I don't want to see that!"

"That's the point!" Elizaveta jumped in the air. Arthur was sitting in the corner of the room with his head in his hands. He did not want to listen to this conversation. "If she does that," Elizaveta continued, "then you could go to Principal Cloz and make a complaint for sexual harassment!"

Alfred slowly smiled. "Hey, yeah!"

"Wait," Arthur came back over to them, "how will you get her to sext you without evidence that you asked for it? I mean, how do we get her to do it without you sending a text asking?"

"I could ask for it in person," he shrugged.

"You think she'd do it?"

Alfred laughed at that. "That desperate hoe? Oh, yeah."

They laughed, but then Arthur thought of something. "But what if she then tells Cloz about us?"

"I really don't think he'd believe her then," Alfred said. "Like, she sexts me, I complain, and then she goes to him and says something like that?"

"Good point," Arthur smiled.

Alfred laughed. "This might actually work! I…I might finally be rid of her! I'm so happy! I need to run around!" He darted out the classroom door. They followed him and saw him running up and down the hallway. Arthur thanked God it was lunchtime and no one was there to see.

Alfred came back to them. "I'll….ugh," he struggled to catch his breath, "I'll discreetly ask her today. You kids go have lunch."

In the Teacher's Lounge, Alfred called Ms. Spears over to him. She trotted over. "Yeah?"

"Can I talk to you about something in private?"

"Okay. We can go in my classroom."

There they went and Alfred spoke. "Look," his voice was in a whisper, "I've changed my mind. I want you."

Her jaw dropped. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah," he lied through his teeth. "I…I think you made me straight."

"I knew I could do it," she smiled. "So, do you want me to come over tonight?" she purred and placed her hand over his groin.

He swallowed. "Not tonight. I have far too much work to do. But…if you could maybe send me a picture?"

Her smile widened. "Oh, of course. I'll send some to you tonight," she moved in and kissed his lips.

He shivered in disgust and wrapped his arms around her, kissing back and trying not to vomit.

"Wait," she pulled away, "what suddenly made you change your mind?"

Shit. "I've just been thinking about it for a while. I don't know. I just know that I want you. I can't explain my feelings," he scratched the back of his neck and pretended to act shy.

"Aw, okay. You'll get your pictures tonight," she kissed him once again. "Let's go back out before someone catches us."

He nodded. As soon as they passed by a water fountain, he ran to it and drank like a horse. She tasted like whore. He would have nightmares about that kiss for months. Despite this, he was happy as can be. Soon, he could finally be done with her. He could hug and kiss his little Brit again. He smiled and thought about Arthur. They would continue their afternoon "tutoring" sessions. They would talk and laugh and be happy. Then, after graduation, they could really be together!

Ms. Spears looked at him. "Why are you so happy?"

His smile widened and he shrugged. "What can I say? Life is sweet."

Sorry for the short-ish chapter. The next chapter will be the last. I just, ugh. I'm going to be honest. I hate writing this story. My heart is just not into it.

Oh, and my science teacher did make fun of the way old people walk.

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