Punk!EnglandxReader: Attractive B*****d

Punk!EnglandxDancer!Reader
Attractive Bastard
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"For the last time! I'm not gonna date!" I exclaimed, closing and locking my small metal closet.
My friends Michelle and Elizabeta were yet again, trying to convince me to get a boyfriend. The two have been my friends since I moved into the neighbourhood in the beginning of grade 7. They were the two to first greet me. We have been friends since then, especially when this German Albino named Gilbert picked on me once. I had accepted their friendship after that.
"Aw, why not?" my African friend asked.
I looked to Michelle sighing, "Because it won't happen."
The three of us then walked towards our first period class, which was AP ELA, or English as most people called it. We sat in our seats as more students filed in. The bell had rung and we stood for the anthem. The teacher was taking the attendance at the moment while us three talked a bit more.
"You sure you're alright with not dating?" Elizabeta asked, "isn't there anyone who's your type?"
"No there isn't!" I exclaimed, "And I doubt there would be anyone to my liking, unless the world sent me one!"
At that moment the doors of the front opening with a bang, as if someone pushing it open, more like kicked it open, with their foot. Blonde, light peach skin, thick eyebrows, and intense emerald eyes that were piercing into my goddamn soul.
"Who is that?" one student asked.
"No clue..."
"He's cute."
"Is he a punk?"
Looking at the boy I noticed he had a dark brown-maroon coloured V-neck shirt, black leather jacket, dark black jeans, faded from too many usage and pitch black Docs. I looked at him at awe as how different from most people in this school, he was.
I kept looking at him in interest. I could hear my two friends sitting behind me.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"Sorry _____," Elizabeta said, pulling some of her brown locks behind her shoulder.
"You look like you're taking a liking to the new student," Michelle teased.
I rolled my eyes, "do not, besides I don't even know him. Or might ever."
"Class settle down," our teacher, (teacher's name) said, "this is our new international student from the UK, please introduce yourself young man."
Oh right, I should have known. Here in Canada we have this program allowing any student in another part of the world to study aboard here. They usually live with a host family though. Sometimes host families either get siblings or just a single person. I had gotten my family to agree on hosting a student, though my family had gotten a note saying we had gotten a bunch of brothers.
Sad part was was that they were going to arrive while I am at school. Mom was the one picking them up so I never got a chance to meet them.
"Tsk, my name is Arthur Kirkland," he said, "My brothers and I are part of that program of yours. I don't know all of you but quit staring at me as if I'm prey you gits!" he growled.
Definitely from the UK, possibly from England of course. His accent did hit that on my meter. I mean I have seen one too many Doctor Who episodes. Enough to make me sound British for a week... or keep hearing "Are you my mummy?" all night...
"Alright then Arthur," (teacher) said, "you can seat beside ______, and since she is your host she can show you around the school during your spare."
After hearing that my head shot up from daydreaming on my desk.
"EH!? Host!? Wait that's the brothers living with me!?" I exclaimed.
The teacher nodded before I could object. I mean that's flattering and all but a punk as a roommate... especially a boy... well, help!? After Arthur took a seat beside me, I gave a little wave.
"Hi so you're the international student..." I trailed off, "name's _____."
"Tsk, sod off," he replied, turning away from me.
'So much for getting to know each other...' I thought.