Please, please review! I'm more used to roleplaying and writing short stories than fanfics ^^" Still, I'm thinking of giving this one a shot. Please remember it's only a prologue and it will get more interesting. I may change the rating later on ^^" Oh! English is my second language so if there are any major mistakes do excuse me!

PS. This story takes place in England and I'm using an English education system. For those of you unfamiliar with it let me just inform: year 12 is like junior class in highschool. Arthur is in year 13 which is the senior year. Hope it helps :D

[I]All that I ever wished for[/I]

-PROLOGUE-

I feel like screaming. I want to punch you in this smiling and handsome face. Will you get angry then? Will you tell me that I am fucked up and push me onto the bed to make me learn my place? The bed would be ever so comfy I bet.

Oh god. The thought alone excites me more than the flowers and the chocolates that you have given me on our date yesterday. True Belgian chocolates they were, wrapped up in red paper with a purple bow which was silky to touch. Alfred, you got it so wrong! Do I seriously look like a fragile porcelain doll which you take me for? I think not. In fact I believe you have no idea what I'm like. Has it ever crossed your mind that I don't care about you being a perfect gentleman? Or maybe... you have forgotten what it was like? Oh how can you do this to me, you bloody bastard!

No. Don't 'I love you' me. It won't work. Sure as hell it won't work. I'm in love... oh god I am in love and you are my witness but I love the real Alfred not the one you are hiding behind. This raises the obvious question: do you love me? The real me, the annoying and always complaining me? I want to know, don't torture me like this you git.

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"Yo! Won't mind me joinin', will ya?"

At first I refused to believe that this sentence had been directed at me. I have sincerely enjoyed my solitude while eating and who on Earth would dare interrupt me? Not to mention the accent annoyed the hell out of me. The sloppiness of the syllables and overall extending of words made them hung in the air like rain clouds. Still, this certain someone was here and so, I reluctantly abandoned my blackberry muffin and looked up. "Have you no bloody resp-" but I have paused and no words would leave my mouth. The owner of this strong American accent was towering over me and even if I was standing up I'm sure he'd be taller. His sky-blue eyes had playful sparks in them while his lips were crooked in a wide grin. His shoulders were broad and strong, the bomber jacket thrown over the uniform accentuated them splendidly. His tie was done in a lousy way and the shirt wasn't tucked into his trousers. The golden hair was a mess- artistic some might say but I would call it right down lazy. So... what was it that this good-for-nothing sluggard wanted from me? Oh yeah, to join me. After my bloody death! "Who the hell are you anyway? Tuck your shirt in! Do your tie properly... what is this supposed to mean?" I rose my voice as a snigger came onto his lips. "I'm in the student council you git! Respect your higher ups!"

"I know you're in the council. They told me to look for ya. Arthur, right?" maybe he wanted to sound friendly. Well, if you ask me he was just being cocky.

"And what could [B]you[/B] want from me?" I furrowed my eyebrows feeling it annoyed me incredibly that I had to look up. My darned neck hurt!

"Well, I'm new and kinda got lost, see? I mean I just came in but I lost my timetable and have no idea where my biology class is. It's right after lunch. I know no one yet and people pointed you should be able to help me." he shrugged his shoulders in this nonchalant manner of his.

"Why didn't you just ask at the reception? Forgot your name and tutor group as well?" I asked feeling more and more irritated with this delinquent.

He didn't answer my question but I could swear his smile widened. It should be illegal! "It's Alfred F. Jones. And the group is 12B". He's a year younger?! Just what did his mother feed him?! I stared at Alfred a little too long. "So..? Can you help me then?"

"Sure I can, you bloody kid! 2B... that's Mrs Brisk. Her classroom is on the second floor, 104. Can you remember that or should I write it down? Or is there a possibility that you can't read?

He laughed. How can you laugh when someone is mocking you like this?! No self respect, that's what it is. "Thanks Arthur, I'll remember. Oh, and you have something in the corner of your lips. Here" he licked the right corner of his mouth. Shameless! He passed me a paper handkerchief and still with this annoying smile said "See ya around" and off he walked.

I thought I was about to burst. My face was red with anger and my fists trembled. I was all ready to toss the handkerchief back at him (hopefully aim for the back of his head) when I noted that it had something scribbled on it. The handwriting was scruffy and hardly legible.

"Hey sweetheart, wanna hang out some time? I know you'll call, 07XXXXXXXXX A."

"Call my ass!" I exclaimed.

"I wouldn't mind that at all, mon ami!" answered Francis Bonnefoy- the most annoying guy in my year, French at that. I tore the handkerchief to pieces and while walking past the Frenchman dropped them in his drink.

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