Francis was able to fix his schedule so he had every class, but one, with his sweet Arthur. Why every class but one you ask? Because Francis wasn't dumb, he knew which class Arthur had with Alfred and he certainly didn't want to get killed by his overly-protective cousin. But that didn't stop him from flirting with Arthur every chance he got. Why would it?

Francis would always find an excuse to get out of his desk just so he could pass notes, touch, and whisper dirty things into his ear. What he didn't know was that Alfred's team mates also shared classes with Arthur and they didn't like what they saw.

By the time the bell rang for lunch Arthur had jumped out of his seat and all but ran from the room. Arthur made his way around the hallways until he arrived to the entrance of the bathroom by the gym, knowing that nobody ever used it. He desperately needed a smoke. All the stress was getting to him. With an unlit cigarette between his lips he walked into the old facilities while pulling his lighter out.

No more than a few steps into the restroom had Arthur heard a low moan. Looking towards the origin of the sound Arthur was awe struck by what he saw before him. Matthew was pressed up against the far wall by an overly-eager Gilbert.

Used to stranger things Arthur lit his cigarette and stole a few puffs. Matthew blushed a light shade of red that seamed to emit from his neck and crawl towards his checks. "Don't tell Alfred I started smoking again," Arthur stated more than asked.

Matthew nodded and shoved Gilbert off of him. Gilbert laughed, a sound that echoed in the nearly empty room, and wrapped an arm around his boyfriend's waist.

Arthur finished his cigarette in the bathroom before heading back towards the lunchroom. Alfred beamed as his lover took a seat next to him. Francis, however, was watching him from the room, licking his lips and making kissy faces at Arthur. Fed up with the bull shit Arthur flipped Francis the middle finger when no one was looking. Francis returned the obscene gesture by sticking his own finger into his mouth. Arthur quickly turned away to hide the embarrassed blush that crept to his face.

"Oh, Arthur, I hate to point this out but your roots are showing. Hmmm, so you're a blonde. I've always wanted to dye mine blonde," Number 23 said, munching on some soggy French fries. Arthur took a look at the hair between his fingers.

"Yeah, I'm going to let the green grow out. I might go blue, or maybe purple, or just let it go back to being blonde," Arthur said.

Number 23 smiled and laughed, "Go be a blonde. After all, blondes have more fun." He wrapped an arm around Number 14's shoulder. The smaller player blushed and nibbled on his sub.

Alfred took Arthur's hand and smirked, "I would love to see you as a blonde. It'll be so sexy." He kissed Arthur's neck. Alfred smiled and stole something off of his boyfriend's tray and ate it. "Man, I can't wait until Friday!"

"I know, it'll be so much fun!" Arthur smiled.

Number 14 took his boyfriend's hand under the table. "You guys are really cute together. You're so lucky Arthur," Number 14 blushed softly.

"Oh, come on. You're lucky too, after all, you have me," Number 23 said and captured him in a kiss. The whole team gasped in surprise. Number 11 even started choking. "What? Did you guys really have no idea?"

Everyone gave a nod. Except for 11 who was now turning blue.

A common place for students to go during or after school was an old storage unit behind the gym. The lock was broken but only students ever used it so nobody ever bothered to fix it. Inside was a rusty linked fence where the teachers used to store the more expensive equipment. They cleaned out all the equipment that mattered years ago so all that was left were some old jump ropes actually made of rope, old sweat coated wrestling mats, and a broken down ball pin.

It was a perfect place for Arthur to get away.

He took a long drag from his cigarette and blew it out slowly. He could already feel himself relax as the nicotine entered his bloodstream. He sighed. It was so nice.

Francis smiled as he watched Arthur sneak out of the storage unit. "Now isn't that perfect," He said with a leer on his face. He left before he could be seen and laughed to himself as a lustfully evil plot formed in his head. He would strike Friday.

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alright everyone this will be the last chapter I'm posting for tonight. And I hate to be a ball buster but I'm afraid that the ending is drawing close, real close, so close its already written.