It had been three days since that time at school. I hadn't heard a single word from Alfred, not since he was acting weird at lunch.
     I sometimes questioned myself as to whether he was actually acting weird or if he was just being unnecessary and awkward, but then I remembered that he wasn't eating. That definitely means something's up.
     He hadn't been at school either, so it's not like I can ask him what's been up. Whenever I text him, he wouldn't reply. I assume he never saw the messages.

     It's been very lonely indeed without Alfred around. I do have a few other friends, but he was the one to always hug me and cuddle me out of the blue. I know it sounds odd, but I liked it!
     I'd often sit in class daydreaming about him. Nothing romantic! Just about him in general. I suppose the reason I couldn't get him out of my head was because I'm used to him being in my face all the time. Yeah. That must be it.
     Either way, I wasn't used to daydreaming or dozing off even slightly.

     It was lunch at school and I sat with Ivan and Kiku, quietly nibbling at the scone I ordered from the cafeteria. I was completely lost in thought, not that I noticed it.
     I turned my head to notice Francis was staring right at me, as if he had some sort of attraction to my being as a part of his conversation. It worried me quite a bit, considering what he saw a few days ago, but I ignored him and finished my scone before walking right out.

     Last lesson was Math. I was used to this lesson being quiet and not so eventful, considering how strict and utterly terrifying our teacher was, but I always saw Alfred looking at me across the classroom and making playful, stupid faces.
     He was a playful and stupid person indeed.

     Come the end of the day, I had had about enough of all this wondering and waiting. I wanted to see what was up with Alfred.
     I'm sure that, maybe, he was just ill or something. But, either way, I still wanted to check up on him and let him know that I'm here for him. For some odd reason, that wanker's opinion of myself actually mattered to me and had an impact on my mood. I want him to think the best of me.     I walked out of the school gates and in the direction to that yank's house. After wandering for around 15 minutes, I found myself outside his front garden.

     The sight I was greeted with outside of his front door was not something I was waiting all day for. Not at all.