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Alfred F. Jones. Coolest guy in the grade, hottest in the school, and my ex best friend. He left me in the beginning of eighth grade. After a year, you'd think the pain would go away, right? Well not for me. After he left, I hung with the Magic Trio. I was continuously bullied beat up and picked on. I've never actually had a hero in my life. And trust me. Alfred was no hero.
I considered him the biggest asshole alive. I laid my head on my desk tiredly. This is what happens everyday. Feeling so weak... Not being able to stand up for myself, hurting all over... I sat up as the teacher walked in. I got shit from her. Of course. I hated this. Everyone hating on me due to being a "liar" by saying that Alfred and I used to be friends. It's true, though. I hated the others. I only had three friends. That's all I needed. Arthur, Vladimir, and Lukas. I walked out of class and saw Alfred being a flirt.
I rolled my eyes and tried to walk past but he tripped me. I fell, dropping all of my drawings, notebooks and textbooks. He smirked as I gathered my stuff. I stood and slapped him. The other student's chanted "fight" so we started punching and hitting each other. We finally stopped when the Magic trio pulled us apart.
"(Y/n)!" Arthur scolded me as we left the school that night. He left along with the other members of the trio, leaving me alone. I ended falling asleep on a bench outside. I woke up to rain pouring down hard on my skin. I sat up and stretched, realizing that I wasn't wearing my jacket. I had been wearing one similar to Alfred's. I couldn't help but to smile. It was his. He was standing behind the bench. "Loser." He smirked. "You passed out."
"Asshole." I stretched my arms.
"Need a ride?" He asked. I looked at him "Trust me.." Was all I heard before I nodded and stood. He took my hand and lead me to his car and opened the door for me. I got in. "You're parents were always late..." He spoke. I nodded. "Or didn't come at all." He got in on the drivers side and got buckled the same time I did. I stared out the window, holding his jacket tight against me. He soon pulled up to my house. "There ya go, loser." He smiled t me. I smiled back. "Thanks... loser." I punch his arm lightly before getting out. I realized that I still had his jacket once it was too late.
The next day at school, I dropped Alfred's jacket on the ground and walked away, not wanting to deal with his friends. I was luckily able to get away, no contact needed. I felt bad. I didn't want Alfred to get shit from his friends... He'd find a way to blame it on me. I walked into class and sat down. Alfred walked in moments later and walked up. "Thanks for returning my 'stolen' jacket, loser." And with that, he walked to his seat.
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THIS IS JUST THE INTRO. ACTUAL CHAPTERS WILL BE LONGER! Thanks for reading!

Description
Alfred F. Jones. Coolest guy in the grade, hottest in the school, and my ex best friend. He left me in the beginning of eighth grade. After a year, you'd think the pain would go away, right? Well not for me. After he left, I hung with the Magic Trio. I was continuously bullied beat up and picked on. I've never actually had a hero in my life. And trust me. Alfred was no hero.
I considered him the biggest asshole alive. I laid my head on my desk tiredly. This is what happens everyday. Feeling so weak... Not being able to stand up for myself, hurting all over... I sat up as the teacher walked in. I got shit from her. Of course. I hated this. Everyone hating on me due to being a "liar" by saying that Alfred and I used to be friends. It's true, though. I hated the others. I only had three friends. That's all I needed. Arthur, Vladimir, and Lukas. I walked out of class and saw Alfred being a flirt.
I rolled my eyes and tried to walk past but he tripped me. I fell, dropping all of my drawings, notebooks and textbooks. He smirked as I gathered my stuff. I stood and slapped him. The other student's chanted "fight" so we started punching and hitting each other. We finally stopped when the Magic trio pulled us apart.
"(Y/n)!" Arthur scolded me as we left the school that night. He left along with the other members of the trio, leaving me alone. I ended falling asleep on a bench outside. I woke up to rain pouring down hard on my skin. I sat up and stretched, realizing that I wasn't wearing my jacket. I had been wearing one similar to Alfred's. I couldn't help but to smile. It was his. He was standing behind the bench. "Loser." He smirked. "You passed out."
"Asshole." I stretched my arms.
"Need a ride?" He asked. I looked at him "Trust me.." Was all I heard before I nodded and stood. He took my hand and lead me to his car and opened the door for me. I got in. "You're parents were always late..." He spoke. I nodded. "Or didn't come at all." He got in on the drivers side and got buckled the same time I did. I stared out the window, holding his jacket tight against me. He soon pulled up to my house. "There ya go, loser." He smiled t me. I smiled back. "Thanks... loser." I punch his arm lightly before getting out. I realized that I still had his jacket once it was too late.
The next day at school, I dropped Alfred's jacket on the ground and walked away, not wanting to deal with his friends. I was luckily able to get away, no contact needed. I felt bad. I didn't want Alfred to get shit from his friends... He'd find a way to blame it on me. I walked into class and sat down. Alfred walked in moments later and walked up. "Thanks for returning my 'stolen' jacket, loser." And with that, he walked to his seat.
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THIS IS JUST THE INTRO. ACTUAL CHAPTERS WILL BE LONGER! Thanks for reading!