Arthur's footsteps rang through the hallway as he ran to find Francis. I can't let him see it. Not again. I can't afford to be hurt again. Arthur turned a corner and ran to the entrance of the school and saw Francis simply leaning by the swinging doors with Arthur's school bag casually slung across his shoulder, crushing it a bit against his weight. That damn bastard. He never did care about anything. As Arthur drew nearer, he slowed down in order to seem casual, caught his breath, and strolled leisurely toward Francis. That frog would have a fit if he knew I ran to find him. Almost as much of a reaction to if he saw what I had in my bag.
As Arthur drew nearer, he saw Francis' mouth turn up into another smirk of satisfaction. Damn wanker, I bet he never learned how to emote properly as a child. Bet that's why he turned up as screwed as he did. Arthur walked right up to Francis, hooked his finger through the strap of his book bag and pulled all while not breaking contact with the Parisian's eyes.
Francis, refusing to let go, stared down at the shorter male and watched Arthur struggle to free his book bag from his grips.
"Bloody bastard, fucking let go of my book bag," Arthur spat up in the face of his offender. Francis' smile softened and let go when Arthur tugged with extra force, sending Arthur tumbling onto his back with a slight dazed expression on his face and the book bag in his hands.
"Arthur, I have what you were trying to take back."
"Wha...at? I don't know what you're talking about. I have my book bag right here with me a…and there was nothing in it of special importance," Arthur held his book bad tighter as he spoke.
Shaking his golden hair slightly and removing himself from the wall, Francis walked slowly toward the shaken teen on the ground, crouched down, and reached to brush his hair from his eyes before retreating at the last moment before touching the locks. Arthur's blush from before and from his run, if possible, grew redder at the nearing hand. He would have slapped it, but one hand was keeping him balanced while the other was still clutching the book bag for dear life.
"Don't you dare touch me," Arthur managed to choke out.
"And I haven't ever since before…"
The two blonds stared at each other acutely. The pair of green eyes with what used to be embarrassment was tinged with malice against and the blue eyes tinged with haughtiness and a hint of sadness. The eyes alone fought a battle of dominance neither set of which wanted to concede to the other.
Francis got up, while still holding the glare, and flipped out his pockets, and scattered the photos, the photos Arthur had been trying so hard to hide and the past Arthur was so desperately trying to forget at the same time, onto the floor, fluttering in the air with the slight breeze from the door like leaves against the afternoon sun all across Arthur.