A/N: I. Just. Found. Pokémon. Online. Fuck. Yes.

Arthur

"Do I really have to go to school?"

"Yes you do Arthur. By the way, just what are you wearing?"

I look down at my worn sneakers, torn jeans, Metallica t-shirt, dark green vest, and my silver charm bracelet.

"What's wrong with it?"

"What's wrong with it? I will tell you what is wrong with it. You're going to get beat up dressed like that."

"So? I'm insane and have to take pills every few hours and I can't say a simple word to anyone besides family without passing out. I'm too skinny, too short, and I dyed my hair black. I'm going to get beat up either way. So cock suck it."

I pick up my satchel and leave the flat without another word. My aunt lives in the middle of the city so it's always noisy compared to living in the suburbs with my mum. The bus shows up and I could hear the kids on it from all the way outside. I timidly climbed up the steps and sat in the seat right behind the driver, hopefully not drawing any attention to myself.

"Who the hell is that?!"

"I don't know! It's two months into the year and I know everyone! He must be a new student!"

Bloody hell. I knew that this year would be tough. I shrunk down into my seat and clutched my satchel for the rest of the ride.

We stopped in front of a large brick building. I could tell it was a school for those who had tons of money. I am not going to fit in here at all. I wait until everybody gets out of the bus before I even attempt to get up.

"Don't worry son. Just steer clear of the sports teams and you should be fine."

I look over at the bus driver and nod in gratitude before getting off the bus. There were more kids here than I've ever seen before in one place. I could feel my heart race begin to speed up slightly, shit shit shit. I take a deep breath and make my way up to the school, keeping my head down in hopes of not drawing attention. This didn't work. Before I even got to my homeroom I was stopped by some burly guys with too much testosterone and not enough brains.

"Who. The hell. Are you?"

I try to open my mouth, but the only movement it does is quiver. I could feel a large lump form in my throat and my heart rate speed up.

"I said. Who. The hell. Are you?"

"Maybe he's a mute."

"If he's a mute, then he can't scream."

One of them, I didn't bother to look, pushes me up against the lockers, while the other one rips away my satchel and begins to look through it. I could feel tears beginning to form in my eyes, but I try to blink them away. Oh my god. This is too much stress for me.

"His name's Arthur Kirkland. And whadaya know, he's in our homeroom. That's the one with all of use football players boy. We're gonna have fun with you. Ain't we Mitchell?"

"Hell yeah we are. Come one Kirky. We'll take you to homeroom with us."

'Mitchell' slaps his arm around my shoulders causing me to wince slightly. The other one follows closely behind us until we enter our homeroom. They hand me my satchel roughly and take their seats in the back of the classroom. I look up to see what they look like, but before I could find them I see a familiar face.

"Dude though! That game last night was awesome!"

Did I forget to take my pills today? I must have. I take out my pill bottle only to have it ripped out of my hand and the contents of the bottle spilt all over the floor.

"No drugs in school."

I look up and see a stern looking woman with her hair pulled back too tight and her lips pursed too far out.

"Now pick those up and throw them away. I do not want to see them again."

I could hear the class erupt into laughter as I'm on my hands and knees picking up the pills off the floor. What a great way to start school. I put them all back into the bottle and place it in my satchel.

"I said throw them away Mr. Kirkland."

"B-B-B…"

I couldn't get the words out. There were too many people.

Alfred

"…Mr. Kirkland."

I turn my head at the sound of Arthur's last name to see the teacher scolding a black haired kid. There are plenty of people with the name Kirkland. It ain't Arthur. The kid was a bit short and trembling like hell. It seemed like he was trying to talk to the teacher.

"I'll be right back guys."

"Whatever Jones."

I go up to the front of the classroom and stop right behind the kid.

"Mrs. Morris, the kid's new. Just give 'im a break today."

"Fine Mr. Jones. But if he brings those drugs into my school again I will personally have him sent to the office."

Arthur

As soon as the teacher leaves I quickly take swallow one of my pills and that I hid in my hand. The presence of the guy behind me sent chills down my back. He places a hand on my shoulder causing me to flinch and impulsively yell.

"L-leave me alone!"

I rip myself away from him and came face to face, well, face to chest with a muscular, tall, football player. My heart was pounding and I couldn't keep my hands from shaking.

"Dude, why is your hair black?"

Wait. My eyes trail up his chest, to his neck, and finally resting on a pair of familiar blue eyes. But this time, they were hidden behind a pair of silver glasses.

"I-I-I…"

"You don't have to talk. We can't have you passing out. Sit towards the front, near the door. It'll give you a chance to avoid the team and to get to your other classes quickly enough without getting beat up."

What the hell is Alfred doing here? Before I could attempt to say anything, he turns around and walks away from me and back to his group near the back of the classroom. I decide to take his advice and sit next to the door.

Three more classes and then it's all over. I managed to avoid the football team most of the day, but the next class was gym and I was not looking forward to that. I hurriedly made my way into the locker room and locked myself in one of the shower stalls before I started to get changed. When I was putting my shorts on, I could hear the rest of the guys come into the locker room.

"Heeyyyy! Kirkland's in here!"

I recognize that voice. I quickly put on my shorts and quietly unlock the stall door before he comes over. I was still shirtless, but I looked more lean than anorexic now. Please don't open the door, please don't open the door. To my luck, he opened the stall door and roughly pulled me out into the middle of the room.

"Well, well, well, it seems that Kirky here has a tattoo."

He jerks my arm and shows everybody the black lightning bold tattoo on my forearm.

"Hey Lewis. Get the kids drugs."

"W-w-wait. N-n-n-no."

Lewis comes out of the stall I was in holding my antipsychotics. I try to pull my arm away from Mitchell but he only holds on tighter.

"What is so important about these?"

Lewis looks at the bottles' label.

"Holy shit man. He's fuckin' insane. Look."

By now the only people left in the room were Mitchell, Lewis, and I.

"I guess he doesn't need these then."

I rip my arm out of his grip and snatch away the bottle only to have Mitchell's fist connect with my face.

A/N: boop