A/N: Don't worry, Alfred/Arthur stuff will come soon. So don't worry about there being not that much Alfred, for there is going to me in the upcoming chapters.

"Now Arthur dear, poppet, if you ever want to come home early, all you have to do is call me and I will be right there to pick you up. Alright dearie?" Arthur's mom fixes his shirt and kisses him on the cheek with a saddened smile on her face. "I will be at the market later today so I may not be home when you get back. I will leave the door unlocked. The bus is here, so you better hurry along poppet." She leads her son to the door and gives him a sorrowful wave goodbye as he makes his way to the bus.

I wonder what is wrong with mum these past few weeks, she hasn't been herself lately. He slowly makes his way up the steps and into his seat behind the driver. During the ride to school he could feel everyone's stares on him, never feeling a moment of peace.

"I heard he got into a fight over Christmas break."

"No way dude, I had heard that he tried to commit suicide but landed wrong when jumping off the roof." Arthur tried to ignore all the whispers and murmurs behind him as he made his way down hallway of the school. "Well, I had heard that he got drunk last week and ran out into the street like an idiot. My cousin told me, she was there. They were supposed to be on a date, but when he said it was pity she walked to the other side of the bar. He got drunk and went crazy. Just ask my cousin."

Arthur's hand freezes on the doorknob of the classroom. That is bloody fucking it. "That's a lie you know." A smirk forms on his face as he turns to face the two Hockey players staring at him. "I was never there at the bar. I don't know your fucking cousin. Anything people say is a bloody fucking lie. Now I would like to get through the rest of the day without hearing your fucking mouths spewing shit."

He turns back around and heads into the classroom, leaving the two Hockey played staring at him wide-eyed at how calm he was. I am not a person to be messed with, when it comes down to it. The first thing he sees when he walks into the room is Alfred F. Jones and his albino jockey Gilbert at his desk. "Hey, Jones! What the bloody 'ell do you think you're doing at my desk?"

Alfred looks up at him when he stops in front of the desk. The look in his eyes looked worried but it was quickly washed over with amusement. "Whadaya mean Artie?" A broad smile spreads across Alfreds face.

"You're at my desk, Jones. And I do believe my name is Arthur not 'Artie' you blundering buffoon. Now remove yourself and your moronic sidekick from my desk." Arthurs face reddens by the second as Alfred just sits there smiling. This asshole, who does he think he is?

"Now, now children! It is time to begin English Literature III. Also, Alfred F. Jones and Gilbert Beilschmidt, please leave poor Arthur alone before I give the both of you extra homework to do on top of the homework you already owe." Arthur turns his head to see his teacher Miss Héderváry writing on the white board. Thank you Miss Héderváry. Alfred and Gilbert leave to go back to their normal seats and Arthur sits down in his and listens to his teacher talk for the next 45 minutes.

"Now class, we have 15 minutes before class ends and I will be assigning you a partner project. But, before you get all excited and choose partners, you will have to know that I have decided to assign partners to you." Their English Lit. Teacher picks up a clipboard and starts pairing up names for the assignment.

"Arthur Kirkland and Alfred Jones, you two will be partners for this assignment," she sets the clipboard down and picks up her pointer "the assignment will be for you and your partner to choose three poems from the poet of your choosing and you are to explicate them to the best of your abilities. Three weeks from now it will be due and you and your partner will present the poet, your three poems, and the explication of said poems. Class is dismissed."

Arthur sits there in shock, I…I have that boy as my partner now. Shit. I think God hates me. He lets out a frustrated sigh and grabs his crutches when he feels sudden warmth on his back. "So I guess we're partners now for this thing. Do you want to do it at my house or yours?" Arthur looks up and sees Alfred standing there looking at him.

"We can start tonight. I will be at your house by 1600, and I expect to work and not goof around." He pulls himself up and makes his way towards the door, "'Ey Kirkland, why'd you jump from the window?"

Arthur turns around and looks at Alfred. How the hell does he know…Was it Alfred that night? No it couldn't be; we despise each other. He lets out a huff and leaves the room for his last class of the day.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Arthur's eyes open wide as his alarm clock goes off. He looks at the time 16:15. He was late for his meeting with Alfred. Shit. Arthur gets up and makes his way down the stairs. The house was quieter than usual. His mom was usually in the kitchen cooking or in the living room watching Britain's Got Talent on the telly. I wonder where mum is, she must still be at the store. He shrugs his shoulders and leaves the house to head over to Alfreds.

A/N: The 5th chapter will be up very soon. I just don't like thinking I'm making chapters too long.