AmericaxReader The Girl You Used to Know [END]

Sophomore Year (Finals preparation week)
Almost the entire group started hanging out again. Somehow, you, Alfred, Kiku, Ludwig, Francis, Arthur, and Ivan have the same lunch period together. The girl that sat behind you in math class the year before also joins in the group, making the atmosphere slightly more comfortable for you since you were the only girl. You found out that her name is Erica.

You are still closed up, almost reluctant to open up again ever since 6th, 7th, and 8th grade. However, you aren’t emotionless like you used to be. You start wearing color again, not afraid of getting teased for the way you look. In fact, though you may not see it yourself, you are actually very attractive. Your (h/c) hair frames your face perfectly, and your (e/c) orbs shine brightly with life. You may still be closed up a bit, but you are in fact a happier person.

Erica is a great addition to the group. She brightens up conversations on the verge of being boring with her jokes and funny attitude. Her blonde hair and ocean blue eyes only enhance her brightness.

But you find that lately, the only thing you really look forward to is Alfred. It appears that you’ve opened yourself up enough to let Alfred find a place in your heart. Every time you think of him, your heart beats a little faster, and then you can’t seem to keep your mind off of him. It’s quite distracting during class.

As the bell rings for the end of lunch, signaling PE for you, Alfred, and Erica, Erica makes an announcement.

She stands at the top of the small hill that your group hangs out at, and says “ATTENTION. As you all know, we have upcoming finals! Everyone WILL meet up at the library after school today so we can study! And if you can’t come, YOU ARE UNAWESOME.”

Ludwig facepalms at her last sentence. Erica shares an elective with Gilbert, and his “Awesomeness” is apparently rubbing off on her somewhat.

Everyone replies with “Fines” and “Okays” before splitting up to go to their classes.

You, Alfred, and Erica stick together and walk across the Quad to the gym, where you then split up to the locker rooms.

After you dress into your PE clothes, you meet up with Alfred and Erica again, lining up in your assigned lines by the gym instructor.

After he calls role, he directs your class out to the track where you will run the mile.

You call to Erica and Alfred, “Hey! Let’s see who can get the best time!”

Alfred responds quickly, “Hah! You know, since I AM the hero, that I will get the best time!” Alfred never did outgrow the hero thing.

Erica counters with “As if! You guys both know that I know how to pace myself, unlike SOME PEOPLE.”

The gym instructor yells at the class to begin their mile and starts the timer.

You instantly start running, careful not to make yourself go too fast at the beginning.

Alfred takes the lead, followed closely by you, and then Erica right on your heels.

As you finish your third lap ahead of Alfred, something bad happens. Your knee pops out of its socket due to a moment of weakness in the joint, causing you to fall flat on your face.

Alfred trips over you, followed by Erica, creating a pile-up of bodies.

They quickly scramble to get off of you, only to create more tripping and falling by other students.

As soon as the chaos is cleared up by the gym instructor, you’re delirious from the pain. For a full 5 minutes, your knee has been out of place.

When you wake up, you’re in the nurse’s office with your knee covered in ice packs. Apparently, Alfred helped carry you there. The thought brings a slight blush to your cheeks.


~~~Le awesome timeskip of awesomeness to finals week (the week before summer vacation. Yes, it’s rainy. Deal with it.)~~~
Two weeks pass, and the doctor has placed you on crutches, which is almost impossible to use without breaking your neck because the weather decides to be rainy.

“Grawh! RAIN in the SUMMER? Stupid weather.” You mutter to yourself.

Slipping again on a puddle, you mentally curse the wet weather. You need to make it to Language Arts for finals.

Luckily, Alfred has this class with you. He finds you struggling to get to your next class, so he takes your books for you and walks with you.

With you out of breath from the long hobble to the classroom, you don’t chat much with Alfred. Soaked to the bone, you somehow make it to class with 2 minutes to spare. Luckily this is your last class for the day, since finals week only consists of two classes, 2 hours long each per day. Monday was a full day meant for preparation, then Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday for finals, and then Friday off.

As you sit down in your seat, Alfred slips you a small note. Quickly drawn, it appears as almost a scribble. But as you look closer, you see that it’s a heart. Your already flushed face from the heat of the room turns a brighter shade of red. Not knowing how to respond, you quickly stuff the paper into your pocket before the teacher notices.

After the finals are finished, the teacher allows 15 minutes of free time before school ends and you are released for summer vacation.

You turn to Alfred, who is purposely avoiding your gaze clearly a bit embarrassed.

You take out the note, unfold the crumpled piece of paper, and draw your own little heart on it as well. You then pass if back to Alfred, who looks at it, looks at you, then back again.

His hands shake when he writes something on the paper. When he passes it back, it says in his scribbled handwriting, “Really?”

You catch his eye and nod. A huge smile breaks out on his face.