Hody, my mates x3 ... 3. chapter for today I'm outta here -w-

I hope you enjoy and the chapter isn't too short but it finally introduces the 2. protagonist~

Enjoy~

Like Telekinesis

The next day Arthur went to school, he saw an unknown boy in the classroom.

He probably was from this school, but..from another class maybe?

The whole school was outside, watching a project, as Arthur entered the room.

"Uh, sorry to bother you, but.. are you in the wrong class?", he asked shyly.

"Mhm? Oh, salut. Wrong class? I just swapped classes that might be true..pardon"

Arthur could hear a very thick french accent in his voice but left that without a comment and tilted his head.

"You've...swapped class? What's your name?"

"Moi? Je suis Francis Bonnefoy, mon ami~"

Arthur nodded. Definitely a Frenchman, that was out of question.

"Just give me a moment please..."

While Arthur searched something in the shelves next to the teachers desk, Francis took a closer look at the Englishguy.

He seemed very uncomfortable.

Will he hate me too?

Was Arthur's only worry right now..

"Ah, found it", he laughed nervously and looked into a tiny book.

Francis had been right.. there it stood:

'New student in class:Tuesday'

Arthur put the book away again and scratched his head a bit nervous.

"S-so.. uh...any places you want to sit? Maybe?"

Francis giggled lightly but shook his head.

"non, not really~ I'll just wait for the class, to get known to them better and then moi will decide~"

He was surely taking his time..

Arthur sighed but nodded, it couldn't take to long by now after all, till the class would arrive.

And he was right.

Just about one or two moments later, the whole classroom was full of teenagers.

And his bullies, of course.

Francis just stood in the corner, wisely watching everybody.

Remembering those who noticed and greeted him and taking those of his list of who seemed total douche bags, who only babbled nonsense.

Then he noticed Alfred,Gilbert and Matthias, which had pushed Arthur into another corner, circling around him and throwing mean words at him.

No wonder the poor boy had been so nervous in his atmosphere!

"Hey!"

With a loud and cutting voice, Francis made everybody in the room go silent.

"Go away from him! He hasn't done anything bad, non?"

Without fear, only respect, Francis walked towards them, in between them and in front of Arthur.

Protecting him.

Everybody was quiet and didn't move at all.

"Heh, you even know what you are saying?"

Alfred burst out laughing, but stopped as Francis dominantly grabbed his chin.

"Oui. Don't underestimate the french", he snickered and grabbed Arthur's Hood, to pull him out of the crowded spot.

"mhm...Arthur..? May I sit next to you, oui?"

He smiled, acknowledging the situation the younger one was in.

"You don't really want that...everybody would blame you for your..stupidity "

"ah non~ C'mon, I want to!"

Arthur sighed. He didn't want that nice boy ending up like him...

"Alright.. If you think so"

Arthur sat down in his usual place.

Last row.

Seat at the window.

Francis chuckled lightly and followed him.

They didn't talk.

They didn't look at each other.

But they both knew what the other one was thinking..

Like Telekinesis.

So, how do you think Francis seemed in this chapter?

There'll be even more about him, don't worry~

And.. there's some french in here. If anybody recognizes something wrong,please tell me~

Bye~