Intoxication

World Twinkle Academy

Prologue

"Alfred.. Get up ya ass." Its been ten minutes. And he won't get up. He grumbles and covers his face with his superman comforter. "Goooo awayyyy." His body squirming under the blanket, I sigh. "You asked for it Alfie." I grab the corners of the blanket tightly and yanked it off, then my face went red. "ALFRED WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES?!"

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Alfred had a few bruises and a bloody nose by the time we went to school, and I for one was pissed. We were now in our uniform, his looking sexy and formal, mine looking a bit untidy and rushed. Even though I've had plenty of time. People were already talking about the two new Americans, Mostly the hot one though. I found my locker and started memorizing my schedule, bumping into a few people, and trying to memorize Alfred's schedule, because he won't. I found Alfred already flirting with a bunch of girls. I sighed and grabbed his hand. "Alfred we need to get to your locker." He snorts. "I'll just share with you. As I was saying ladies, I got these bruises from some really ugly annoying dude. He got the worst of it though." My mouth twitched. "Actuallyyy, he got them from me for being a pervert. And by the way, he's gay so I'm sorry if he is leading you guys on." Alfred shot daggers at me then smiled at them laughing a bit nervously. "Well-" they laughed and cut him off. "We knew he was gay. But he is eye candy so it's worth it." They smiled, turned on their heels, giggled to each other and walked down the hall. Now I had Alfred's attention. Not in a good way though. "Listen here brat. Unlike you, I can make friends. So I will. So stop bothering me and leave me alone, I don't need your help!" Then he stormed off in the opposite direction of his class. I sighed slightly and left to my locker. Great first day..

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In every single one of my classes I was Introduced, in every single class no one cared. Unless Alfred was there. But they only cared aboot Alfred of course. I took the back corner of the class room. And he picked somewhere with the popular kids. He fit in of course, tan gorgeous skin, dazzling smile, clear complexion, and gorgeous, messy dirty blonde hair. I picked at the sleeve of my blazer and sighed to myself. "Bonjour." I looked over to see the owner of the seductively perfect french accent, to see an even more seductive and perfect man taking its place. Long curly blonde locks falling to his shoulders, some stubble running mostly on his chin and jaw, a perfect nose, perfect skin, and those beautiful ice blue eyes cascaded by impossibly dark lashes. I felt my body heat up and I looked back down at my desk quickly. "H-hello.." I mentally face palmed for stuttering, a stupid, incompetent move on my part, honestly. I jolted to the feeling of warmth spreading across my entire body, when a gentle, soft hand touched mine. "Are you cold? You are shaking like a leaf Mon amour." He had a slight purr to his voice, and I could feel the smirk sneaking into his words. This bastard is playing with me. I pulled my hand away and grumbled profanity under my breath. He lifted a hand to my hair and twirled a lock of strawberry blonde curls. "Why so nervous? I'm not gonna bite. Unless if course," he started to adjust my messy tie, and he leaned in dangerously close to me ear, "you're Into that kind of thing.." That did it. Fireworks were exploding in my stomach and I could barely breathe. "I-i.. Um.. We.. Um.. I don't think.. Uh.. What?" He laughed, tauntingly, in my ear and sat back down. Just as the teacher came in.