"Gilbert! Keep your hands off him." A strong french voice demanded. Gilbert backed up a little as Arthur saw Francis glare at him.
"Was only being friendly." Gilbert grumbled. Francis was not in the mood for this, Gilbert knew Arthur was off limits to him.
"Don't you have a class to prepare for?" Francis growled. Gilbert sulked off to his classroom, slamming the door behind him. Arthur took a deep breath and sighed. Antonio just wandered off, he never seemed as... dark as the other. That was one thing Arthur had noticed. Antonio himself just seemed kinda... hopeless in comparison. He wasn't a bad guy, he just hung around with questionable company. "Arthur, what are you doing here?" Francis asked in his normal softer voice.
"I need to talk to you about last night." Arthur said honestly. Francis nodded and let him into his classroom. Arthur followed, thankful they had this time. Alfred's words ringing in his ears. He couldn't believe his reaction. Francis walked in and sat down at his desk.
"What do you need to talk about?" Francis asked. Arthur sat down, taking a breath.
"It's about Alfred Jones." He said. "He think's we 'did' something last night." Arthur explained. Francis tried to look shocked, but he knew that would be Alfred's reaction. It seemed the student really did care about Arthur in that way. Arthur looked uncomfortable in his seat. "I want to tell him nothing happened, but he stormed off."
"Just let him calm down." Francis said. "He'll get over it."
"I don't want him to get over it!" Arthur shouted, slamming his hands on Francis' desk. "I want this to be sorted out! I'm not letting him think I've betrayed him!" Francis was taken aback by this reaction. Arthur's eyes went wide as he realised the consequences of what he had just said. Francis knew what he had said. His blue eyes looking up, meeting Arthur's emerald ones.
"You have developed feelings for Alfred. Haven't you Mr Kirkland?" Francis said, his voice emotionless. Arthur dropped back to his seat, tears forming in his eyes. He was going to lose everything. His job, his career, Alfred... he didn't know what to do. Francis' cold expression changed to one of concern. He quickly got up and moved round to hug Arthur, pulling him close. Arthur didn't know what to do. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around Francis shoulders and sobbed into his chest. Francis felt a pain in his heart. He had such a choice to make. He could use this small bit of information as blackmail, keeping Arthur by his side. He could turn him in and destroy whatever life Arthur hoped to of had. There was of course one other thing he could do, but to do that... would run the greatest risk of all.
Alfred looked out across the field. His heart aching. He regretted how he'd acted towards Mr Kirkland, but what was he to do. He walked out of Mr Bonnefoy's car, happy and relaxed. How could something not of happened? Alfred sulked as thoughts raced through his head. What was he going to do? Matthew was right, he should of told him sooner. Alfred's breathing caught in his throat. Matthew... Matthew had been ignoring him all day. Since he shouted at him before school. Alfred felt a second wave of angry flow through him. Mr Bonneyfoy must have done something to his brother. He must of! No student in the school would defend any of that perverted lot. Why the heck had Matthew jumped to his defence? Alfred let out a loud shout in frustration, hearing it echo across the field. Feeling a deep sense of guilt as his brother's face came into his mind. He had never been shouted at like that. He had never seen Matthew in such a state. Alfred felt so guilty. He needed to sort out this whole mess. He needed to sort it as quickly as possible, starting with his brother. He looked to his watch. Drama still had ten minuets left. He had to go back and apologise. Alfred slowly stood up, brushed himself down and started to walk slowly and calmly to the drama studio. At least he tried, it wasn't long until he was sprinting back.
"Well I guess we are finished here." Matthew said softly, collecting up his books. Lovino nodded to him, picking up his bag. The pair sighed and headed to the door. They were the last students left in the studio. Ivan and Natalia left very quickly after Mr Kirkland had gone. So they the pair had been alone all lesson. It was a little strange at first but they were both thankful for time. As Matthew opened the doors Lovino walked to the fire escape, but he was stopped hearing Matthew's voice.
"He's not here." Matthew said looking around. Lovino looked confused and walked over to Matthew. He looked outside as well. Mr Fernandez Carriedo was no where in sight. Lovino breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a small itch of hurt for some unexplained reason.
"Finally that bastard has gotten the hint." Lovino muttered. They heard some footsteps running towards them. The pair braced themselves but it was only Alfred. He ran up to the pair, leaning against the wall looking really out of breath.
"I'm... sorry Matthew." He panted. "I shouldn't of... shouted at you." Matthew smiled to him, a gentle blush on his cheeks. Alfred was never one to apologise, so when he did. It really was a special moment.
"Thanks Alfred." He smiled softly. "It means a lot."
"And about Mr Bonnefoy... I'll trust you." Alfred said looking up to Matthew. Lovino looked confused.
"What do you mean about Mr Bonnefoy?" Lovino asked in a slightly accusing tone. Matthew quickly turned to Lovino.
"Erm... well..." Matthew blushed a deeper red, unsure how to explain this.
"Mr Kirkland arrived this morning with Mr Bonnefoy." Alfred explained. A look of horror crossed Lovino's face.
"What did that pervert do to him?" Lovino almost shouted.
"We don't know." Matthew quickly snapped. "We don't know if he did anything." Lovino looked to Matthew in shock, Alfred's expression confirmed his thoughts.
"You are..." Lovino started, but not wishing to upset Matthew further he swallowed his outrage. "If you say so Matthew."
"You are probably the one who knows him the best." Alfred admitted. "If you need anything, any help. I'm here for you."
"Thank you." Matthew smiled, hugging his brother. Alfred smiled hugging him back. Lovino smiled softly and began to walk to his next lesson. Matthew pulled back from Alfred and smiled.
"There you are Alfred." A warn out voice said. Alfred and Matthew turned to see Mr Kirkland looking like he'd run a marathon. "I've been looking for you everywhere."
"I'll see you later Alfred." Matthew smiled. "Don't screw this up." He whispered in a more threatening tone. He smiled and walked off to his next lesson. Alfred and Mr Kirkland watched him go. Mr Kirkland turning to Alfred.
"Can I please talk to you in my office?" Mr Kirkland asked.
"Sure sir." Alfred said opening the door for him.
"Thank you." Mr Kirkland smiled as they went inside.
The pair went into the small office. Arthur sitting down in his chair while Alfred pull one round. There was an awkward silence as the pair settled down in their seats sitting opposite each other. Neither sure who should speak first. Alfred decided to take the first step, he was the one in the wrong.
"I'm sorry sir for shouting at you earlier." Alfred said, his eyes fixed on the floor. "It was immature and stupid."
"Thank you Alfred." Arthur replied, resting a hand on his shoulder. "It means a lot." Alfred looked up at him.
"So what did happen?" Alfred asked.
"I found him asleep on his keyboard in his office." Francis explained. "He was exhausted from all the work he'd been doing. I didn't want him to try and drive home by himself. It was too dangerous for him to do in that state. So I took him back to my house and let him sleep in the spare room." He looked to Matthew who was sitting opposite him. "Nothing happened, I promise." Matthew nodded, a look of relief washing over his face.
"I believe you." He said softly. Francis looked a little surprised at his reaction. "I think you are a very nice and respectable person." Francis could feel his cheeks heat up at Matthews kind words. "I know you would never..." Matthew blushed deeply, fighting his own thoughts. "... take advantage of someone... unless they wanted you to." Matthew voice was becoming quieter and quieter. Francis couldn't believe what he was seeing. Matthew blushed harder as he tried to say one phrase he had practiced many times before, but never had any meaning behind it. "Je t'aime." Francis' blush rivalled Matthews.
"Je t'aime." He said softly. Matthew looked up to him smiling as he flung his arms around his french teacher. Francis smiled a genuine smile. He couldn't explain how happy he felt as he wrapped his arms around Matthew. Alfred could have Arthur, all Francis wanted now was the canadian in his arms.
"So nothing happened?" Alfred asked happily. Arthur nodded to him.
"Nothing happened between us." Arthur smiled softly. "And I don't think anything will."
"Why is that?" Alfred asked his eyes widening. Could it be?
"Nothing will happen because... I... I..." Arthur took a breath, trying to steady his nerves. "I love another." Alfred's whole body was full of tension.
"Do I know them?" He asked quietly.
"They are a student in my drama class..." Arthur smiled. "and they always love to play the hero." Alfred's face lit up as he tackled his drama teacher to the ground. Alfred hugged him tightly.
"I love you too." Alfred said. "I just didn't know how to tell you."
"Well we both know now." Arthur chuckled trying to sit up. "But you do understand... we cannot act on this." He said softly. Alfred looked up to him, nodding in agreement.
"It's only until results day. Then I won't be a student." He smiled.
"I'm sure we will be able to wait until then." Arthur smiled.