A/N: Hello, thanks for reading this :D means a lot to me. Anyway, here's chapter 2-Scottie

After the man carried his suitcases into the hallway, he glanced at me and ginned innocently. "I like you, you're complicated. Anyway, where should I put my bags, Mr. Kirkland?" He said, with a grin. Just him smiling was enough to tick me off. I frowned at him, letting his first comment slide.

"There is a spare bedroom 2nd door on the left. It's opposite my bed chamber," I sighed "Please do knock before you enter. It's common curtsy." Francis chuckled, as if he was mocking me.

"You speak to me as if I am an uncivilised animal, Mr. Kirkland. I have been raised well, so do not worry. I understand that every man needs their space," He said .I let out a sigh of relief, trying not to get irate at what he said. "But, I can't promise anything~" He sang, as he winked at me. I was about to tell him that that was not expectable and that this was my apartment, but before I could open my mouth, he had picked up his bags, and was already closing his bedroom door.

I swore to myself, walked out of the front door, and slammed it behind me, hoping that Francis would understand how pissed off I was. I tried to calm myself as I walked to my University, but I couldn't get myself to calm down. I really hoped I wouldn't have to look at his slimy face again today.

I arrived at my classroom 10 minutes later. I sat down in a free seat and waited for my Psychology teacher to arrive. I decided to revise for an exam I had in Biology next period. Dr. Wang was always late for his classes, not that anybody complained (apart from me.). About 5 minutes later, the classroom door swung open with a loud bang, causing me to jump in my skin. I looked up from my revision book to see what emitted that noise. I sighed as I saw the tall, blonde look at me through his glasses. It was Alfred. Alfred was like a little brother to me. We grew up together and we were always really close, even though he could really get on peoples nerves. He was a good kid, but during this part of his life, he was starting to rebel against me, declaring that we wanted to be independent and that I wasn't needed in his life. We often got into arguments about this. I understood that he wanted his freedom, but I didn't want him to leave me. If he did, I would have been very lonely. Alfred was almost the only soul who could tolerate me, which was a skill of his.

I forced a smile as he grinned at me and began to run towards where I was situated. He sat down, and instantly started to rummage through his bag, presumably searching for something to consume. His face lit up when he successfully found a bag of America crisps. He violently tore open the bag and took a handful, shoving it into his big mouth and chewing loudly. I grimaced at the noised his was making.

"Chew with your mouth closed. It's disgusting." I spat, shaking my head at him. Alfred scowled, still munching away at the calories.

"Shut up, dude. You're not my mom." He said, spraying the crisps over my face.

"Then stop acting like a bloody child!," I retorted and glared at him. In the distance I could hear Gilbert and Antonio in the background laughing loudly at my comment. I smirked to myself, feeling satisfied. Alfred didn't know what to say in return so he just flipped me the bird. "You're so mature, Alfred." I jeered sarcastically.

"Alright, settle down, settle down," Dr. Wang said, as he smacked a text book on his desk loudly to gain our attention. "We have a new student, he's come all the way from France," Some of the girls giggled and started chatting. I groaned. Why did that arsehole have to be in my favourite class? What have I done for God to treat me this way? Did I murder in my previous life? I rested my head on the desk and grumbled to myself. Alfred asked me what was wrong, I just brushed him off. He wouldn't understand my pain. The classroom door opened and my worst nightmare stepped in. But I couldn't help but blush when I remembered how attractive he actually was. The girls quietly squealed behind me and some of the boys wolf whistled. I shook my head, unimpressed.

"Hello, my name is Francis Bonnefoy, but please call me Francis." He said in the same way he spoke to me at the beginning. I hated the way he was so smooth with speaking in front of crowds, I hated the way he was able to flirt with not muddling up his words, or becoming flustered. I hated to admit it, but I was totally jealous of him. Maybe that was the reason he annoyed me so much. He was perfect, and I was not.

"Please, Francis, sit somewhere so I can begin this lesson." Francis nodded and scanned the room with his beautiful, sea blue eyes. His gaze stopped as he saw me and he smirked. Then, to my utter surprise, he started to advance towards me, sitting on the other side of me. Alfred raised an eyebrow.

"You know this guy?" He said, picking out bits of food from his teeth with his finger.

"No, I-"I began

"Yes, he does know me. We are roommates, aren't we, Artie?" Artie? When did I say he could call me that? I thought.

"That's Arthur to you, Francis." I spat. He chuckled in response, then he slung his arm around my shoulder and pulled me towards him. My eyes widened in confusion and I blushed. Pushing him away, I glared at him.

"What are you playing at, you condescending twat?" I whispered dangerously. Francis smiled.

"I want you to fall in love with me." He said, bluntly. I froze. The words stuck in my throat.

Fall in love? Yes, I found him attractive, but I didn't love him! There was no way in the world I will fall in love with that bloody frog! Never, never, never! I promised myself.

But you see, even the most dedicated of people, can't keep their word sometimes.