When Lily's Cry: Puppet Strings

Chapter III. Around the corner

WARNING:  May contain mature content such as self harm, murder, suicide, abuse, swearing, etc...

A/N: More action will be coming, but I thought this chapter was needed. There will be some chapters like this that mainly introduce characters involved with Alfred. Though they may not be as exciting, they are still important to the story.
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Alfred coughed into his elbow, agitated at the itch in the back of his throat. He blew warm air onto his hands, as his gloves had gotten dirty from carrying the kitten.
Alfred entered the campus through the large gates, which would be closed at 9:00. He looked around the large campus, avoiding eye contact with anyone he didn't know. He soon spotted the building his first class was in, and quickly walked in its direction.
Once he reached the metal double doors, he sighed. Another boring day.
He dodged upper and underclassmen alike, while trying to reach his locker. Once he found it, he turned the dial left, then right, then back again. Finally hearing the click of metal, he yanked the door open, sloppily throwing his bag inside -after getting what he needed of course- and slamming the container shut. He then continued his adventure down the busy halls, full of unfamiliar voices, no different then the ones Alfred heard everywhere.
It annoyed the blond at times, since he enjoyed solitude more than anything else. That's one of the reasons he developed the habit of tapping his fingers or feet. It was a way for him to block out the noise, or at least distract him from it.
He made it to the classroom a few minutes early, and took his seat in the front row. He hated his seat, because he hated attention, and the teacher constantly called on him to answer questions. The subject of Alfred's first class was Astronomy after all, and Alfred 'loved' space. Not anymore though. He just pretended to have an interest in it, but in actuality he had already signed up for a new class for the second semester.
Teens slowly filled the room, taking seats beside or behind the American. After a few moments the bell rang, which was the cue for kids to shut up, and teachers to do their job. Alfred gave a bored glance up at the board, before realizing the teacher was talking to him.

"Jones? Can you tell me how black holes form?"

Alfred leaned forward, "Which type sir?"

"Stellar-mass black holes."

"Ah, Okay!"

Alfred put on a cheery grin.

"Well, stellar-mass Black holes are born when very massive stars (typically tens of solar masses) explode in supernovae. These explosions are some of the most energetic phenomena in the universe! In a supernova, the outer layers of a dying star are violently ejected into space, while the remaining core collapses under its own weight to form a black hole."

The professor gave a proud look to the blond teen before nodding. "That is correct Mr. Jones."

Alfred smiled childishly before opening his textbook.

Alfred's classes continued like this most of the day, with the occasional rebel student making a scene before angrily leaving the room. In Alfred's math class, it was usually a British student with anger issues. His name was Arthur, and he seemed to despise the math teacher, which was understandable considering how stuck up the professor could get. Alfred had never really spoken to the boy, but he always felt that the Brit was watching him. Though it was most likely his imagination, it still bothered him at times.

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Alfred sighed as he spun his pencil between his fingers, staring blankly at his large textbook. It was study hour, and the library was nearly empty, except for a few guys playing video games on computers, and girls gossiping about crushes. Alfred seemed to be one of the only ones actually studying, and frowned slightly, not enough for anyone to notice, but enough to tell that he wasn't happy. But he never really was 'happy' to begin with.
Alfred slammed his book shut and slid it into his bag, ignoring the group of girls approaching him. The one at the front of the group pressed her hand on her hip, leaning to the opposite side slightly. She had a look of dominance in her eyes as she glanced at the girls behind her. Alfred internally rolled his eyes as he waited for her to speak.
She obviously thought he was like every other boy in the school, and would think 'Maybe I got lucky and I get to fuck the princess of XXX High.' But he was merely wishing for their -not even started- conversation to end.
She giggled quietly before speaking in a typical self obsorbed female teen voice, while flipping her hair behind her shoulder.