This is the way of univercity (Punkie+Mister)

Arthur looked at the building that was his new univercity. He couldn't care less, only reason why he was here was because his parents wanted him to get good education, even when he barely passed the entrace exam. He just couldn't care less about his education, not like he'll ever get a job that payed well. Fuck it. This was just fucking annoying way to keep him 'out of trouble'. Yeah right, like that wiuld happen.

The green haired boy walked inside the school, definetely looking diffrent than others. His green hair, many piercings, ripped skinny jeans, one size too small shirt with Union Jack, leather jacket, many belts and military boots get lot of unwanted attention. He merely flipped the finger to most who stared him. Like they had never seen a punk. Fuck why did he need to come this school?!? Maybe he should just skip this all... Tch. These little asshats. Already whidpering about him, like he couldnt hear them. Well they could go fuck themselves, he didn't need them.

With these angry thoughts, he stepped inside his classroom.

Arthur had been prepared for this seminar for the past two days. He knew exactly how much information he wanted to give about himself and what he was going to say when asked about the course. This seminar wouldn’t last long, he knew. It would be brief and was a chance for them all to get to know each other before the lectures began.

He had, had a very different experience about university in comparison to the other Arthur. His parents had died when he was a young boy and he’d been brought up in an orphanage, earning him the name Oliver amongst his classmates for years. He was just used to the name now. Instead of letting it get him down and turn into some sort of delinquent, he had just made sure to work hard so that he could get a good job and have a good future.

When he saw the other youth storm into the classroom, he frowned a little at the aggressiveness of the other. But there wasn’t anyone there yet. They were the first two to arrive.

Might as well try to make friends.

“Hello,” he tried to smile.

When he first stepped in the classroom he thought he was alone. He sighed, kinda happy there was no others and he could enjoy the peace snd quitness, which he very rarely got since he had four older brothers and now his mom was pregnant with another child. Fuck, his parents were like rabbits on heat. Well, now he did have the quietnesd around him.

Or so he tought.

When he heard the small 'hello', he turned to look at the other. He looked so much like himself it was almost scary. Everything was the same, exept he didn't have piercings nor green hair. He did eye him a bit though, not sure why he was talking to him.

"Is there something ya want from me?" He asked, with harsh tone of voice and normal scowling face. He wasn't known for being nice to people, not like it bothered him in anyway. He liked being alone thank you very much.

Arthur recoiled at that.

“Uh… no,” he frowned. “I just thought that seeing as we’re both new to the university and city that it might be an idea to… you know what, forget it.” He sighed and went to sit at one of the desks in the room, a hand running through his floppy blond hair.

He wouldn’t persist in bothering someone that didn’t want to be spoken to.

Arthur merely shrugged when the other just let the short mock of conversation to end. He didn't want to talk to people, he didn't want to have friends, simple as that. All he wanted was to be slone, hopefully not to be bothered by anyone anymore.

He himself sat on the back row, putting his legs on the desk, with manner that told he didn't give a fuck if he was going to get yelled about it. Quickly he took his iPod from his pocket, put his headphones on his ears and started to listen his favourite music, rock. Punk rock to be exactly right. He did play quitar himself, but only in his home when no one else was around. He moved his head a bit in the rythym, tapping the desk with his foot.

Arthur huffed irritably, glowering at the back of the other student's head, as though hoping to bore a hole through the back of the sodding moron's head. He didn't like that guy's attitude. How the hell did teachers and professors deal with idiots like him? He could hear the loud sound of a guitar riff blaring from the other's headphones - at least his taste in music was good.

Arthur had somewhat of an eclectic taste in music. He liked Rock, but he also liked Classical; he'd trained in the violin for many years and was actually pretty good at it. He'd been in the school band when he was younger.

Other new students soon began to filter in and, predictably, avoided Arthur. He was quite... booky looking, so he supposed that it wasn't too much of a surprise that they didn't want to talk to him.

He just tried to focus on glaring at the arrogant boy whom he'd shared brief words with.

Arthur felt the others glare in the back of his head, but didn't do anything to it. He was used from being glared for reason or another, he couldn't care less anymore. He had fairly many warnings from his professors about his attitude, but no one really did anything to it, seeing his parents were financically supporting the school or something like that.

Once the other studets started to come to the classroom, many gave him hating glare or simply walked past him, avoiding eye contact and him in general. He sighed, it was nothing new. His clothes and attitude were bit intimidating and he was generally the loner of the campus.

When he still felt the glare from the behind, coming from the boy he shared few word, he turned aroung, scowling to him. "Could stop the glaring? It's fucking annoying and will not help you in whatever you're trying to accomplish!"

Arthur jumped in surprise as the other student whirled ‘round and bellowed at him, having not expected to be caught looking. He flushed a light pink colour before huffing audibly, rolling his eyes for effect.

“If you had learnt some decorum at some point, you wouldn’t be shouting at me and I would be ‘glaring’ at you.” He wasn’t afraid of confrontation but… he didn’t want to not make any friends whilst he was new on campus. The next few weeks were all about making new friends and getting comfortable living without parents.

Arthur huffed in mild annoyment. The other clearly disliked him like everybody else, it was propably smartest thing to not to talk to the lad anymore, or he might get yelled about being friends with the freak loner.

"I have manners, I just decide not to use them. You clearly dont like me, so don't bother to glare me or talk to me. Go there" he said, waving his had to general way where was lot of students,"and make some good little friends. Just leave me alone." He said and turned back to the professor who had just came to the class.

Arthur fell silent as he saw the professor come into the room, choosing not to continue this petty argument in front of them, lest it gave him a bad reputation. He sat attentively in his seat, trying to ignore the way that the other young man had dismissively waved him off as though he was of no importance to the world what so ever, which was infuriating.

There was somewhat of a pretty girl that sat to his left, which made him smile a little in her direction but she just ignored him. Which, he could understand, to be honest. At least she wasn't flat-out rude.

Arthur took his earphones of his head, so he would atleast look like he was paying attention to class. Reality was diffrent though, since he spaced of the moment their professor opened his mouth to lecture them. Jeez, this was so boring! He would rather be practising his quitar playing. He and his band still needed their breakthrough.

"Arthur Kirkland are you listening me or not?" the professor suddenly asked, getting him back to reality. "Well of cooourse I'm listening you professor." he said with overly sweet smile and voice that dripped with sarcasm. "Mr. Kirkland I do not like your attitute, please pay attention" the professor said and few others snickered, which meant nothing to Arthur. He just glered others and started to take 'notes' mumbling about annoying professors under his breath.