Title: Curse This Sexist World!

Sum.: While Francis already knew, Arthur was the one most impacted by the news. Alfred F. Jonesis female.

Sum.2: AU In an exclusive, international all-boys college, Avery is in disguise of a male. Since this school has the best chance of helping her become a pilot for the U.S. Air Force, why not spend four years as a guy? Of course, she didn't even think that maybe, just maybe, one of her room mates would be smitten with her, she would find her long-lost twin brother, her ex-boyfriend would be there—oh, and that she'd fall in love?

A/N: Ahhhhh~ I took a shower last night and slept for fourteen (YOU HEARD ME RIGHT!) hours. I am completely refreshed! ^^ (All I need is breakfast. LOLS I'll get that when I find time.)

Hm, I bet all of you are wondering why I don't put translations at the bottom of the pages. And that is because most of you reading this are used to Francis, that and I know French, so I'm kind of used to all those words and assume the world knows them. (Oh, but for future reference, "tres" is not three, it is "very" and "bien" is "good" or "nice", and any numbers I use will be translated in the story. ^^)

R&R! And enjoy! ^^

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Chapter 3: I'm a Better Man than I Thought

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As I stood in the elevator with Mattie and Francis (who both had to do something or another at this moment), I slipped out my cell phone and began digging around for Felixia's number. I know she had given it to me at some point or another, but it was probably not even added—

I stand corrected. I sighed as I opened up a text message.

Wut r u up 2? Havnt talkd 2 u in a wyle

I hit 'send' and was about to put it up when I got an almost instant reply. If only I didn't have a room mate who was so anti-cell phone, then I'd be able to text that fast.

Hanging out the bar

I thot u don't hav wrk on Fridays

I don't, I get discounts ;)

Lol!

So what are you up to?

Hmmm…

"hmmm"?

Im bout 2 head down 2 the bar and ask a very sexy grl I lyk if shed go out wit me

And who might this be?

Starts wit a 'Y', ends wit a 'U' and an 'O' in the middle

O RLY?

Yes Rly

What made you change your mind?

I only said no bcuz Im failin my phiz class but now I hav som1 to help me

Both Francis and Mattie snickered. Incredibly close to me.

I looked up from the phone to see that they were standing right behind me, reading over my shoulder.

I elbowed both of them. "You guys suck, you know?"

Mattie rubbed his shoulder (which is where I hit him), smiling at me. "At least I'm not going on a date with a bartender, eh."

Francis frowned. "It's going to break her coeur when she finds out that you are a woman, cheri."

I rolled my eyes and slid the phone back into my back pocket. "Easy, we just don't tell her. I break it off with her after a while, tell her my Physics grades aren't going up even with the help, and we stay friends."

Francis and Mattie blinked. "You're very good at male logic, eh," Mattie said, wondering if he should feel proud I was his sister or embarrassed.

Francis chuckled. "Who would've known mon Avery would be such a heartbreaker, non?" He looped an arm around my waist and pulled me against him.

I quickly pushed him off of me just as the doors slid open at the lobby.

"Bye you guys!" I called as I ran off in the general direction of the bar.

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After showing my driver's license to the doorman, I slid inside and glanced around for Felixia.

And there she was, in a corner booth close to the bar, texting whoever and taking occasional sips from some fruity non-alcoholic drink. (She rarely drank when it wasn't her shift.)

I snuck up on her and studied her appearance. Her blonde hair was pulled into a short side ponytail, and her pine green eyes were focused on her phone screen.

She wore a soft white spaghetti strap top with a dark black jacket over it. She wore a pink and black plaid skirt, black netting, and pink pumps.

I'm surprised she doesn't already have a boyfriend. (Although she's probably got tons of offers.)

I smirked and rested my head on her shoulder, trying to get a peek at what she was texting.

She shrieked and turned to look at me. "Don't, like, sneak up on me, Alfred," she complained, holding back from smiling.

I rolled my eyes and slid into the seat beside her. "So who were you texting, Felix?"

She shrugged, then looked at me wryly. "Why? Are you, like, jealous?" She smirked as I feigned embarrassment.

"What? Why would I be jealous? Heroes totally don't get jealous if their damsels are texting other people."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so I'm totally your damsel in distress now?"

She laughed as I blushed. Had I actually said that? I waved my hand absentmindedly. "Oh, just tell me who you're texting!

She looked back at the screen and pursed her lips. "Liet."

I stared at her blankly. "And I have no idea who that is."

She smiled. "Then why were you, like, jealous?"

"I wasn't jealous!"

She just laughed.

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I asked her where she wanted to go. She told me she wanted something to eat. I asked her what she was in the mood for. She told me McDonalds.

I could grow to love this girl.

As soon as we sat down (her sucking on a strawberry smoothie), I started the conversation up.

"So, how's work?" Because, being a female, I could understand that girl's get the most drama at work.

She set down her smoothie with a satisfying thump. "You will, like, totally not believe what my co-worker did, like, yesterday!"

I swallowed a bite of my burger. "What'd they do?"

"She, like, totally steals about five bucks from, like, the cash register, like, every day. And when the big boss totally rounded everyone up to, like, question us about it, you wanna know what she said?"

I took another bite. "Hm?"

"She said she totally saw me stealing money!"

I shook my head. "She didn't…"

She nodded her head furiously. "She did! So it all ended up in this, like, huge cat fight between me and her, and then the boss totally fired her after, like, checking the video tapes."

I smirked. "Good job."

She blushed, then looked at me curiously. "You're a good listener."

I shrugged. "I lived with just my mom during high school. I s'pose I picked it up."

As she babbled on about how she hated certain coworkers, how her parents are bugging her to get a better job, and how her favorite clothing store at the mall was going out, I continued eating and said the magic words every girl loves hearing when she is complaining. "Oh no!" "Really?" "That's horrible!" and "I'm sorry."

When girls face you with a problem, they most certainly do not want a solution.

As I tossed the wrappers from our lunch into the trash, her still sipping on that smoothie, (boy she doesn't pause to drink when she's ranting), she smiled up at me. "That was a better date than I, like, expected."

I shrugged. "Thanks, I—hey!" How had I missed that insult buried in there?

She snickered then looped her arm in mine. "You're really cute, you know? You always get, like, really flustered and embarrassed."

I blushed. "Thanks?"

She smiled and, standing on tiptoe, pecked me on the lips. "You're, like, so totally welcome."

While I was mentally throwing a fit that a girl had kissed me, I pretended to be a lovesick puppy as she walked away.

While that ending hadn't been exactly satisfactory, the date had actually been pretty fun.

Maybe I should go on dates more often…

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I scurried off back to my room, and slammed it behind me as I got back inside.

Francis and Matthew looked up. (They had been talking while watching TV.)

"What's wrong, eh?" Mattie asked, worry all over his face.

"She kissed meeeeeeeee!" I whined, throwing my arms around him and pretending to cry.

"Um." Was all he could offer.

I rolled my eyes. "I don't want to go on any more dates as a boy!" I wailed.

Francis looked at me curious. "But you'd be fine going as la mademoiselle?"

I perked up. "Yeah. Actually, I was thinking of dressing in my girl's clothes and maybe heading down to the bar tonight-"

"No," both men stated plainly.

I stuck my tongue out. "Too bad! I already decided on the outfit and everything."

Mattie rolled his eyes. "How are you going to sneak out anyway if Arthur will be back by five, eh?"

Francis snickered, and Mattie looked at him weird. "What?"

"Avery knows what I'm talking about, right?" Francis turned to me.

I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

He sighed dramatically. "Check your cell phone inbox."

I had forgotten that I had turned my phone off for politeness sake while on the date. I slid it out of my pocket and quickly turned it on, then pushed the button for inbox.

There was a message from Arthur.

My family invited me over for dinner. I won't be back until 12:30.

I squealed and threw my arms up in the air. "Thank the lord and everything smothered in ketchup!"

Matthew looked absolutely lost. "What are you two so happy about, eh?"

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Hmm. I meant for the little trip-to-the-bar-as-a-girl to be this chapter, but I think you guys need to have a less-than -2,500-word chapter. *laughs* Have you all noticed that the past two have been 5,000 together? I rarely type chapters that long *shakes head*

This one is only 1,500. Yep. My usual. I spoil you readers for this story too much *laughs*

I was thinking about making a little side story that is this universe but, like, just random oneshots. Like, one would be Arthur's POV of the dinner he's going to suffer through this Friday night, and one would be Felixia's POV of the date. *nods* I think it'd be a good idea. What do you guys think?

Well, review! Hope you all enjoyed this chapter~!