Okay, so I'm so sorry for like not posting any fan fics in like forever T^T I've been really busy...so, I got this idea when my bag went missing and I was really irritated and I needed to vent, so suddenly this idea popped into my head, Please don't hate me

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You wandered around the schoolyard, admiring the beautiful pieces of artwork. It was your school's first annual art festival. Originally, the school you attended before had an amazing art program, but then you moved here where art wasn't appreciated as much and it was dying out. It was actually about to be cut out completely upon your arrival. Oh no, not on your watch you were an artist and a stubbornly determined one at that. So, you fought to save the program for months upon months, finding willing artists, raising money and making bold moves against the school board's decision. Now your hard work payed off and the festival was proof of how much the program was flourishing.

Well, you became a little infamous for your little fight against the budget cuts. Sadly, with fame comes attention, and you hated it. And other people hated it, so they did their part make sure you knew about it. But you just let them, not really giving much of a fight back, not wanting to start trouble or accidentally hurt someone physically or emotionally. Sadly, this was one of those times, someone stole your school bag, and in it was the art piece that you were going submit in the festival's contest that would be held in a day.

"Crap, where did it go?" You mumbled to yourself, taking another turn around one of the many tables set up. You were so engulfed in your little 'search mode', you completely forgot about the time and only remembered when the school's warning bell suddenly went off. It rang through the halls and out to where you stood. This sent you into a light panic, because even though this study hall was your last period, you would still have to catch the bus. With your stress levels rising with every passing second, you flew through the rows upon rows of seemingly endless artwork.

Then, you saw a little glimmer of hope when the school doors came into your sight. This little gleam of hope made you sprint full force into the school building. That's when the second school bell rang out, echoing through the halls and drowning out the profane words vented out in frustration towards no one in particular. You started to sprint across the school, not caring if anyone saw you in a blind panic to get to the bus loop. Not even taking in the fact that you were going the long way, you tore through the shining halls and nearly ran into the large double doors. You panted and wheezed as your heart dropped at the sight of the last bus rolling out into the streets.

'Well,' you thought 'looks like I'm going to have a long walk home' You gazed up at the sky, dark clouds covered the sky 'and a wet one at that' sighing, you started to trudge down the sidewalk, bracing yourself for the rain. After a few moments, the darkening canopy of gloom started to drip down into a light sprinkle. Still, you strolled on. Suddenly, the sound of another pair of feet came to your ears.

"Yo, _!" An agonizingly annoying voice called to you. 'Oh great the icing on top of the bitter cake' You decided ignore the incoming jerk and pick up the pace. "Hey, don't ignore me _" Rolling your eyes, you kept walking but responded to him anyways.

"What do you want Alfred?" An icy chill was threaded into your voice, which was quite abnormal for you, but after today's events, you were ticked.

"So, I just heard you lost you bag" The blonde said with almost a mocking tone. He was holding the (f/c) messenger bag in his hand with a smirk that obviously said that he was the culprit. 'Of course' you thought to yourself 'The boys in athletics are always the ones to get physical'

"Yeah, um can I have it back now" You mumbled timidly, dropping all cold composure once you realized that you can't take him on. Looking down at the ground, knowing this wasn't going to end well.

"Have what back? Oh you, mean your bag? Okay" Your head shot up, giving him a look of confusion, but it changed with the next few words he said. "after you pay the right price, you know since you stole money from the athletic department with your little escapade for your little art businesses crap." Your eyes widened, you had a feeling that you knew what he was about to do. The look in your face must have fueled him to do what he did next. Alfred ripped open the bag with a huge grin, he dug hid hand into it. It explored the depths of the (f/c) bag, then paused and slowly pulled out the last thing you wanted him to bring out.

Your art piece, your art piece that you slaved over for months, drawing, editing, redrawing and painting for hours upon hours. The painting was of a blue rose, it looked simple but was so complicated at the same time, just like your life. The picture was made in memory of your grandfather, he loved the color blue and loved it eve more when you made art for him. He was your caretaker for most of your life because your parents had died when you were only five. Your older brother and art were the only things you had left in life. And now it felt as if Alfred had just taken away another part of your life.

Your expression turned into one of terror as he threw it onto the ground, casually lifted up his foot and delayed a moment before stomping down, smashing his muddy boot onto the canvas, staining the navy colored flower with disgusting hues of brown. Tears pricked at the edges of your eyes but you held them back, knowing that it would only make Alfred happier. He looked up at you and unsatisfied with your reaction, he rubbed the muddy boot into the piece of art, causing the brown smudges to grow.

"P-please stop it." You squeaked, trying to sound confident but failing miserably. That only made the blue eyed teen's smile grow wider. Suddenly, the small sprinkles of rain increased into sheets of water falling down intensely. The shower caused the blue paint to run. "No" You whispered in dismay. It felt as if your world came to a crashing halt, time seemed to slow down. Something inside you snapped and you fell to your knees, whole body shaking, and tears erupted, they came down in waterfalls. An all to familiar pair of boots came into your view. And a foot came swinging up at your stomach, the impact caused you to lose your breath and get flipped over onto your side sat the same time. Those blue eyes, those shining blue eyes that were filled with joy at your pain peered into your soul.

"Get up" He said. You glared at him and stumbled up to your feet. The blonde took a step closer, and you cautiously retreated back. In fact, you backed up so much, you ran into a wall. Alfred strode over to you and slammed his hand against the wall. His warm breath ticked your cheeks "Now maybe you'll remember not to mess with my side of the school next time" At that, he slapped you across the face and turned around. Maybe it was just you or maybe it was just an illusion of the rain, but you could've sworn you saw regret in his eyes. You slid down the wall and let it all sink in. After staring at your figure for a few moments, the young man walked away and disappeared in the rain. Placing your head in your arms, you sobbed into your soaked (color) sweatshirt. You didn't fight back, you didn't say anything, you just cried. Because that's how it always had been and always will be.