Just an FYI; I’m adding Belarus, aka Natalia, to the cast of this little AU, but she’s more of a plot device than an important character!
He doesn’t go home the next morning prior to attending college for the day, instead choosing to go in with Matthew. Alfred hadn’t phoned his Mom to inform her that he was spending the night at Matthew’s house and he’s not in any mood to talk to her before a day of dull education- it would just stress him out more.
Lessons go without a hitch, aside from the fact the creepy Head of Sciences tried to have a go at him for having his shoelaces untied... twice.
When the bell finally goes for lunch break he goes to lock himself away in the school library. Ever since Saturday he’s had the urge to read something, but he’s not sure why.
“Hey Alfred!” a stern voice calls, “Why are you here?”
He looks up to see a girl he recognizes, Natalia, standing over him with a stern expression on her attractive features. She’s the resident college killer beauty- with emphasis on the ‘killer’. Not one of her boyfriends has ever gotten out of a relationship with her unscathed, but that’s not put any of her rabid admirers off at all. It must be the European accent; the guys around school tend to love that about her.
“I’ve never seen you with a book before,” she says as she walks over to the table Alfred is seated at. “You look silly.”
“Can’t a guy read in peace now?” Alfred counters, leaning back in his chair.
Natalia slams a fist (slender fingers in a surprisingly threatening clench) against the table. “Don’t you dare speak to me like that.”
It’s not often someone scares Alfred, but he’s starting to grow wary about this chick. “I’m- sorry?”
“Good,” she sniffs. “You should be.” She flexes her fingers and examines her manicured nails, a moment of silence passing before she finally speaks again. “To make it up to me, you can take me out to dinner tomorrow.”
“W-what?” Alfred asks, frowning at the suggestion. “I'm not doing that!”
“You don’t have a choice,” Natalia replies, voice devoid of expression.
“I’m not-! Wait, I don’t get a say in this?”
She smiles, an acidic edge to her soft lips. “No.”
And then Natalia marches away, leaving Alfred to silently curse whichever God it is that’s decided to make his life hell.
He’s worn out and slightly frustrated by the time he gets home. Crashing in through the front door and not bothering to lock it behind him, he dumps his rucksack in the corner of the hall, desperate for a cool drink and something to eat.
“Mom?” he calls, hesitantly. “I’m back?”
There’s a voice, low and muffled, coming from the kitchen. Alfred walks over to it and flings open the door, intending to make peace with his mother. He’s shocked, when he walks into the room, to see her sat at the table, a bottle of wine and two half-empty glasses containing the drink set out on it. But that’s not the shocking part- he knows his Mom drinks, and she’s been drinking more frequently since his Dad left.
The shocking part is that her lips are locked with those of that weird bookshop guy, his fingers running through her short blonde hair.
He doesn’t go home the next morning prior to attending college for the day, instead choosing to go in with Matthew. Alfred hadn’t phoned his Mom to inform her that he was spending the night at Matthew’s house and he’s not in any mood to talk to her before a day of dull education- it would just stress him out more.
Lessons go without a hitch, aside from the fact the creepy Head of Sciences tried to have a go at him for having his shoelaces untied... twice.
When the bell finally goes for lunch break he goes to lock himself away in the school library. Ever since Saturday he’s had the urge to read something, but he’s not sure why.
“Hey Alfred!” a stern voice calls, “Why are you here?”
He looks up to see a girl he recognizes, Natalia, standing over him with a stern expression on her attractive features. She’s the resident college killer beauty- with emphasis on the ‘killer’. Not one of her boyfriends has ever gotten out of a relationship with her unscathed, but that’s not put any of her rabid admirers off at all. It must be the European accent; the guys around school tend to love that about her.
“I’ve never seen you with a book before,” she says as she walks over to the table Alfred is seated at. “You look silly.”
“Can’t a guy read in peace now?” Alfred counters, leaning back in his chair.
Natalia slams a fist (slender fingers in a surprisingly threatening clench) against the table. “Don’t you dare speak to me like that.”
It’s not often someone scares Alfred, but he’s starting to grow wary about this chick. “I’m- sorry?”
“Good,” she sniffs. “You should be.” She flexes her fingers and examines her manicured nails, a moment of silence passing before she finally speaks again. “To make it up to me, you can take me out to dinner tomorrow.”
“W-what?” Alfred asks, frowning at the suggestion. “I'm not doing that!”
“You don’t have a choice,” Natalia replies, voice devoid of expression.
“I’m not-! Wait, I don’t get a say in this?”
She smiles, an acidic edge to her soft lips. “No.”
And then Natalia marches away, leaving Alfred to silently curse whichever God it is that’s decided to make his life hell.
He’s worn out and slightly frustrated by the time he gets home. Crashing in through the front door and not bothering to lock it behind him, he dumps his rucksack in the corner of the hall, desperate for a cool drink and something to eat.
“Mom?” he calls, hesitantly. “I’m back?”
There’s a voice, low and muffled, coming from the kitchen. Alfred walks over to it and flings open the door, intending to make peace with his mother. He’s shocked, when he walks into the room, to see her sat at the table, a bottle of wine and two half-empty glasses containing the drink set out on it. But that’s not the shocking part- he knows his Mom drinks, and she’s been drinking more frequently since his Dad left.
The shocking part is that her lips are locked with those of that weird bookshop guy, his fingers running through her short blonde hair.
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