"Bloody hell!" Arthur shouted dropping a pair of tweezers in his bathroom sink.
No matter how I much take off. It doesn't make a difference.
Arthur examined his eye brows in the mirror above his sink. He hated the caterpillars that sat above his eyes. He felt they detracted from his already ordinary appearance. Arthur moved his attention from his eye brows to the dark circles underneath his eyes.
"I haven't even gotten to school yet and I already look dead." The Brit sighed and splashed his face with cold water, hoping it would somewhat wake him up.
"Arthur, come on now. You'll be late if you keep slacking." His father called from down stairs.
Arthur groaned, as he slung a worn canvas messenger bag over his shoulder then made his way down stairs.
"Your tie's a little crooked," His mother said and fixed it for him, "There we go, you look so grown up," she said handing Arthur a cup of tea and a scone.
"Arthur, remember you have an advantage now," his father said with his head still buried in a news paper.
"Advantage?" Arthur raised an eye brow as he sipped his tea.
"You're an English man, and American girls love English accents," He said as he set the paper on the table in front of him. Arthur's father smiled at his wife, causing Arthur and her to roll their eyes.
"I don't want an American girl. That would be Scott's department anyway. Plus I don't think I'm ready to start dating again," Arthur sighed as Alfred's face made its way in to Arthur's mind, the young Brit picked at his scone and forced himself not to show the faint smile tugging on the corner of his lips.
"You have to get back out there sooner or later." His father said disappointed. Arthur peeked at his phone time and sighed.
"I should go. I'm going to assume you two won't be home for dinner?" Arthur asked before leaving the kitchen.
"We'll call you if we can't make it," his mother said and his father nodded.
Arthur shivered as the morning air hit his body. Though he welcomed the feeling, the chill what just enough to wake the Brit up. He took in a deep breath and let it out, smiling at the sight of his breath.
"Hey Arthur, you want a ride?" a familiar voice called. Arthur looked up from the ground and smiled wider when he saw Alfred putting his baseball gear in his truck.
"Sure," he said and jogged across the street and got in the Americans car.
"Man, you look like you didn't sleep last night," Alfred said causing Arthur to look out the window away from Alfred.
"I had something on my mind last night, so I didn't get to sleep much." Arthur mumbled and rested his chin in his hand.
The two didn't say much after that. Instead Alfred decided to turn the radio on and sing along to a country song. Arthur couldn't help but laugh at the Americans horrible singing.
"Alfred stop, your singing is terrible," Arthur giggled as he held his stomach. Alfred only ignored the Brit and continued to sing until the song was over.
"Come on Arthur, you know you love my singing. Don't deny it," Alfred laughed as he parked his truck in the school's student parking lot.
"What makes you say that I loved your singing?" Arthur asked before he got out of the truck.
"Well I got you to laugh, didn't I?" Alfred said sticking his hands in his pockets. Arthur felt his cheeks heat up.
"That doesn't mean I loved your singing. It just means I found it laughable." Arthur mumbled as he walked side by side with Alfred. The two's arms occasionally brushing against each other as they entered the school.
"So, I guess this is your stop?" Alfred said a bit disappointed.
Arthur nodded as he looked around the large building. There were already students gathering in small groups scattered around the lobby of the building. Most of them were talking or goofing off. However, some stopped to stare as the two neared the main office. Arthur pulled at his tie, wishing he hadn't dressed in such suffocating clothing.
"Something wrong?" Alfred asked noticing Arthur's discomfort.
"Why are they all staring?"
"I don't know, maybe it's because your with me." Alfred shrugged as Arthur opened the door to the main office.
"Well, I guess I'll see you later…" Alfred said and started to walk away, but he quickly tuned to face Arthur again.
"I forgot to ask. Do you want to hang out at lunch?" Alfred asked rubbing the back of his neck. "Since you're new, you know."
Arthur smiled and looked at the ground near his feet "I would like that," he mumbled.
"Great! Uh… meet me at the bleachers by the football field with your lunch. Okay?" Alfred said and smiled when Arthur nodded.
Alfred waved to Arthur before he went off to join a large group of students wearing Letterman jackets and school sports jerseys. With a sigh, Arthur forced himself to take his eyes off the blue-eyed American and walk in to the office. Arthur was greeted by a short blonde girl, who looked to be in her first year of high school, fixing a hair bow before she realized someone had entered the small white office.
"Hello, how can I help you?" the girl said softly smiling at Arthur.
"Hello, uh, I'm new to this school and I don't exactly know what in need to do or where to go." Arthur started to play with the zipper to his old worn leather jacket.
"You must be Arthur. I had your paper work here just a second ago. Where did I put them?" the girl was looking through a stack of papers then smiled as she pulled out a stapled packet. "There we go."
She slid the papers to face Arthur and flipped to one of the last pages, which seemed to be a mapl.
"Okay, so this is a map of the school. If you want I can put a star on all the classes you need to go to."
"No, I'm sure I can find them on my own."
"If you change your mind then come by any time. This right here is your class list. Lunch is in between fourth and fifth periods for all students." She said as she flipped the pages.
"And finally this is a list of sports and clubs open to anyone in the school." She finally said and gave the papers to Arthur.
"Well thank you… I'm sorry I didn't ask for your name. Did I?" she smiled.
"Lily Zwingli,"
"Thank you lily" Arthur said and walked to the door but stopped.
"Oh and lily that purple bow really complements your eyes," Arthur smiled when she started to blush then walked out and made his way to his first class.
Arthur stood in the main building in front of the library doors for study hall; his stomach was twisting in knots. With a deep breath, he opened the door and walked in. He made his way to the counter where the librarian sat and asked for the study hall class. She directed Arthur to a room connected to the library.
"Arthur! Who would have guessed you'd get study hall with us." Gilbert shouted as the Brit entered the class room causing the class to look up at him as he handed the teacher his class list. Arthur was told to sit anywhere he wanted. So he sat as far away from the overly conceited albino and his friends and he could.
"Hey, Arthur," a voice said behind Arthur causing him to jump.
"Oh, Matthew, you gave me a fright. I'm sorry I didn't see you" He said as Matthew sat in the desk next to him.
"It's cool. I get that a lot. At least you remembered my name." Matthew smiled.
"Why aren't you sitting with Gilbert?" Arthur asked and looked back toward the albino sitting with his feet up on his desk.
"We don't hang out much during school as a couple because we aren't out at school." Matthew smiled at Gilbert. Arthur watched as Gilbert looked around before mouthing back something to Matthew, Which caused Matt to blush and turn away from the albino.
"You were open about it during practice. Why not school?"
"Most people on the team are our friends. A lot of them actually support it or are gay themselves. In fact Elizabeta, is crazy about it and takes pictures whenever she can." Matthew said rubbing the back of his neck.
"She even tried to convince her boyfriend Roderich to kiss another guy." Matthew laughed quietly.
"Did he do it?"
"No, he walked away in the middle of her asking," Matthew sighed "That boy would do anything for her except that,"
"So Arthur, you've been getting close with Alfred."
"I wouldn't say that. I've only known him for three days." Arthur said making Matthew frown.
"What do you mean? Eh? I've never seen Al open up to anyone as much as he's opened up to you." Matthew said in almost a normal level instead of his usual whisper. "Al hasn't even let his best friend, Kiku, into his room. So that's saying something."
"It's more complicated for me to get close to someone; just going in Alfred's room doesn't make me close to him. It just makes me someone who went in his room" Arthur sighed. Matthew was about to say something more but got cut off by the passing bell. Arthur grabbed is bag and left the room.
The rest of his classes went by in a big blur of English, history and math. Finally the lunch bell rang and Arthur was able to grab an apple from the lunch line and head to the bleachers.
"Hey, look at this fag." A large overly built jock called to his friends as Arthur was exiting the main building.
"Hey wait, I wasn't done talking to you, fagot," The boy stood in front of Arthur blocking his way.
"Oh… My apologies, I thought you were speaking about a cigarette," Arthur said flatly.
"Look he's not from here. We should welcome him to our school," the boy said to his friends and rose his fist to the Brit. Arthur was prepared to defend himself from his aggressor, but he was stopped by someone large stepping in front of him.
"Back off Smith, I already beat the shit out of you," Alfred said to the other boy.
"Fuck off Jones; I was only going to scare him a little,"
"Yeah well it didn't work. So, get out of here," with that the group of boys walked back in to the building.
Alfred started to walk toward the bleachers and Arthur quickly followed him. As they walked up to the middle set Arthur decided to speak first "Thank you, Alfred."
"Ah, it was nothing. I couldn't let that ass mess with you." Alfred said and sat next to Arthur.
"Why?" Arthur asked taking a bite of his apple.
"Because, I'm sick of the football players thinking they can bully people around," Alfred said looking out at the field. It seemed like he wanted to say more but he shook his head and faced Arthur.
"So, how was your first day? What classes did you have so far?" Alfred asked and took a bite of his own apple.
"Well, it wasn't horrible. I have study hall with Matthew and Gilbert, English with some old woman that hates me because I corrected her, history with a completely mental teacher, and some math class that I didn't even bother to try and solve anything," Alfred chuckled.
"You've had a very boring day," Arthur snickered and lightly punched Alfred's arm.
"And yours was any better?"
"Well let's see, I got to drive this really cool English boy to school and made him laugh, that's always a plus, had a sub for first period, had a science test, got a cookie, and got to save someone from being beaten up. I'd say my day was way better." Alfred grinned and threw his apple core into the trash can at the bottom of the bleachers.
"You think I'm cool?" Arthur asked with pink cheeks. Alfred smiled.
"Well, yeah you're cool. Dude, you have a British accent and you have a unicorn collection. What can be cooler than that." Arthur smiled and threw his apple core at Alfred.
"Belt up, you bloody wanker." The Brit said trying to be serious but let out a small laugh.
Maybe, this year won't be that unbearable and just maybe I'll let Alfred in.
Hey people,
So sorry this chapter is super late. I've had major writers block this whole time, but now I have finally broken though that. I'm also working on a new story that will be mostly PruCan. I'll put that up after I get a few more chapters of "Safe!" up. So, be on the look out for that.