Alfred smirked at his current girlfriend, a shy, quiet girl with black hair almost always in a neat pony tail. They were standing in line at the lunch line; she was buying lunch while he waited for her. They had been going out for about a month. Despite appearances, she was quite the entertaining girl, wanting much the same things he wanted, although she acted innocent when questioned about her true motives. "Hey, what're you doing after school today?" The girl blushed slightly and shrugged. "Nothing, I think." Alfred was quick to take advantage of her lack of activities for the afternoon. "How about we hang out, then? My house?" She nodded, biting her lip. "S-Sure," she mumbled, smiling slightly.
Alfred smiled mischievously and grasped her hand. She intertwined her fingers with his and after she got her lunch, they began the slow walk to their normal lunch spot. It was a secluded spot almost no one knew about, behind the school, far away from anyone who might intrude on them. There were no cameras and plenty of brick walls to hide behind. They sat down against a wall silently. Alfred watched her eat her lunch. "Can I have a bite of the hamburger?" He asked, eyeing the food lustfully.
She smiled slightly, nodding and picking up the burger. She held it out to him and he took a bite, smiling genuinely back at her. For the next few minutes, the only sound was her chewing on her food and drinking the cartoon of milk that came with the lunch. When she was almost finished with the burger, she asked Alfred, "Do you want another bite?" He shook his head. "But you have to be hungry," she protested. A familiar smirk played at his lips. "Oh, I'm hungry, babe. Just not for food." Her face turned tomato red and he chuckled.
When she was finished eating, she set her tray aside and looked at Alfred, biting her lip. Alfred knew what she wanted, knew what he wanted. He slid an arm around her shoulders, pushing her close to him. He guided her movements, although she already seemed to know what he wanted. She straddled him, sitting in his lap and gently tracing her index finger up his neck, across his jaw line, pressing her thumb against his bottom lip.
His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her steady. He pressed his face in the crook of her neck and began kissing upwards, until he reached the corner of her mouth. "You pretend to be so shy, but you want me so badly, huh?" He whispered against her lips. He felt her cheeks turn bright red and smirked. He pressed his lips to hers, gently at first, but with increasing pressure as time went on. He was about to coax her mouth open for him when they were interrupted by a shuffling of footsteps.
A boy with a messy blond hair, glasses and green eyes shuffled into their spot, sitting across the wall from them, hardly noticing them, as he was staring down at his tray. Alfred and his girlfriend stared at the stranger. The boy looked up; he was about to take a bit of the sandwich he had just purchased when he saw that Alfred and his girlfriend were sitting across from him. He saw that the girl was sitting in Alfred's lap and their faces were close together. He noticed that Alfred's hair was slightly disheveled and the girl's skirt had ridden up her thigh, almost to the point of showing her undergarment.
The boy sat, his mouth open, the sandwich poised inches from his mouth, watching the couple. They stared back at the strange boy. The boy felt a blush creep up his cheeks and he finally spoke. "I'm terribly sorry!" He said. His cheeks were tomato red. Alfred noticed that this strange boy had a British accent. Something in the back of his mind itched, as if he needed to remember something to do with a kid who was from a foreign country. He realized that the boy was probably the transfer student that was supposed to be starting school today.
"Its fine," Alfred mumbled unconvincingly. The transfer student stood up, his sandwich in one hand and his tray in the other. "I'm just going to, uh, find another, uh, spot. Yeah. I'll do that." Alfred nodded, seemingly nonchalant, although internally, he was quite amused at the boy’s reaction.
"You go do that, new kid." The boy nodded and hurried away. Alfred and the girl were silent for a few moments afterward. Then, they turned back to each other. "Now, where were we?" Alfred asked, the smirk creeping back onto his face. She pushed her lips back onto his and then went on with the normal, everyday, lunch time make-out session.
Something about that boy, though, made him stick to Alfred's mind. Even as he kissed his girlfriend, the boy was on his mind. At the end of lunch, Alfred still couldn't get the kid off of his mind. He kissed his girlfriend goodbye at the end of lunch and headed off to his next class of the day, still trying to get the memory of the tomato-red transfer student out of his head.