You and Alfred DESPISE each other. You were the quiet, nerd kid. He was the loud, sportsy jock. Even though you two have barely interacted, you both just hate each other. You're quiet and barely speak, you get everything right. Alfred loathed that about you.

But he can't deny that you look amazing some days, or when you get something wrong by accident or something right, your expression is cute. He always facepalms himself internally when he thinks like that.

Until those thoughts fathomed into actions, one day.

You were taking a break, going to the bathroom during class. Alfred, going to skip his math class since he SUCKS at math and in his opinion, is equally as boring as watching paint dry, walked into the same bathroom as you. Stopping on his heels once he collided with you as you started on your way out of the restrooms, carrying some supplies you had put on the counter before you went, out with you.

Alfred stumbled back, catching you before you had hit the ground. He ended up knocking some of the stuff you had been carrying out of your hands, so he picked you up like you weighed nothing to him, placed you on the bathroom sink counter, then picked up your stuff for you.

Once he did, he went to give you your stuff back. The blonde paused, his brain not keeping up with his body. Basically, he was standing between your legs, pinning you to the counter. He slightly leaned into you unconsciously. His heart beating, slamming against his ribs like a WWE wrestler in the ring.

You grabbed him by the tie, yanking on it out of anger and annoyance, about to go mental on the American. He stood there like a deer in headlights, before just blurting out.

"Oh, I hate you, kiss me." He spoke, his tongue working faster than his brain in the moment.