High School Never Ends

Chapter One

"Arthur Kirkland, get your ass up RIGHT NOW." My (quite lovely, actually) mother screamed. My eyes opened, not quite used to the light and between her screaming and the all too bright light I was not in the mood to deal with any of this. And considering that I was completely wasted last night, it goes without saying that I had a horrible hangover and her screaming wasn't helping the pounding headache to go away.

"What?" I hissed, it being entirely too early to deal with her.

She walked over and sat on the edge of my bed. In the morning light, she looked beautiful. She was about your average height and had long, curly blonde hair that was messy and in knots. Her eyes were bright green and she had freckles. She's young, in her mid 30's.

"Arthur," she spoke softly, "All of Ali's beer is gone, and I know you drank it all." She sighed. Ali, short for Alister, was my elder brother and I know she doesn't like when he drinks, but he is of age now and so my mum can't do much about it, and part of the reason that she doesn't like it is because I get into it. "This is getting out of hand. Look, I called Alfred's mum, you know how she's a nurse, right?" I nodded and she continued, "She suggested I call AA, you know, Alcoholics Anonymous? She thinks you might be becoming an alcoholic." She said, gently, knowing full well that I get defensive about this topic.

"Mum, I am completely fine. I don't have a problem," I sighed, although it came out as more of an annoyed grunt, "I can stop at any time I want."

"If you can 'stop at any time' then why don't you?" She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, clearly getting frustrated. "Look, I know what you went through as a child wasn't fair, and I should of packed all of us up earlier," she looked at me, "but you should know that I'm sorry for all of that and I love you." She said.

I rolled my eyes, 'this again.' And I know I should be grateful for having such a wonderful mum. She was kind and didn't deserve any of the shit my douchebag father did to her, or to any of us, really. And since I didn't have a satisfactory answer to her question I remained quiet. I tried to remember why I even decided to get drunk on a Tuesday night. And then it hit me. Alfred (A.K.A. the person I've been crushing on for the past four years of my shitty life) was dating Francis (A.K.A. the person I cannot stand one bit). And I almost allowed myself to cry (mostly out of anger). Keyword: Almost. "Mum, I'm fine. I promise." I met her gaze, and I saw that her eyes were teary, and I know I should feel bad but a part of me just can't.

"We'll talk about it more after school." She said, pushing back my bangs and kissing my forehead. I had a feeling that this was not negotiable. So I nodded and got ready for school, which included me blasting my music and singing aloud to it.

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I arrived at the bus stop early for once and so I sat down on the curb and was checking my Instagram feed until I scrolled to see a picture of Alfred and Francis which made my blood boil. That was supposed to be me. But it wasn't, and it bothered me so much. Angrily I locked my phone and turned the music up (I was surprised that was even possible).

We're the new face of failure, Prettier and younger but not any better off

Bulletproof loneliness at best, at best

Me and you Setting in a honeymoon.....

And there was the beautiful devil walking towards me with an all too big toothy grin. I just turned my head and frowned, not even attempting to hide my displeasure. He sat next to me and he pulled my earbuds out, giving me a sympathetic smile.

"You called me last night." He said. I would be disappointed in myself for calling him when I was piss drunk, but it's happened so many times I was beginning to not care.

"And?"

"Artie," he sighed and chuckled, "I think you-"

"Not you too. I'm bloody fine, other than having a nasty hangover I'm fine."

"That's not what you told me last night," he sighed, "You told me that you were not okay, that you were gonna, uh, you know..." And the sad thing is I did know. He didn't want to say it out loud because more students were coming to the stop and he didn't want to cause a scene. Although he may be a complete idiot sometimes I had so much respect for him. He always kept my secrets and that was one of the things I loved about him.

"Bonjour, mon amour." A Frenchman said as his ass waltzed over here and kissed Alfred's cheek, who had a light blush from the PDA. "Ça va?"

"Hey! And I'm alright, baby." He smiled and held his hand. I huffed and grabbed the earbuds from Alfred's hand and continued to listen to my fairly emo music and debated whether or not I wanted to cut my hair into an emo fringe later or dye it some obscure colour and were guyliner. I decided I might dye it, but to do anything else to it would be so cringey. The bus arrived and I sat in the window seat as the couple chattered about whatever it was they talked about. I closed my eyes and "accidently" used Al's shoulder as a pillow.

Today was going to be a great day.

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A/N: Hahaha! So here I am rewriting this whole story for you guys, since I have nothing better to do with my summer. I'll post the chapters as they become available and I don't know if you guys will like the changes I'm making or not, I hope you do and I hope this story will be of higher quality than it's "rough draft"

~Have a great day~