A/N: Okay so this is really OOC and it's probably awful because I usually write from Merlin's perspective so I apologize in advance.
A/N2: I did some research and it turns out that in some versions of the legend, Morgause is actually Mordred's mother.
A brown curly-haired boy stood looking up at the entrance of his new high school, Camelot High. He took a deep breath to clear the anxiety and worries from his head and walked in. The halls were full of students finding their way to their classes on the first day. The boy took another look at the map of the large school and began wandering around. He finally found his way to his first class - chemistry - after getting lost at least 3 times. He took a seat near the front on the left of a muscular blonde boy. On the other boys right was an also muscular boy with long brown hair. The others paid no mind to him almost as if he wasn't there. He pulled out his notebook and waited for the teacher. When the teacher showed up, the boys breath was taken away. He was tall, thin, with big ears and messy black locks that looked as if he hadn't seen a brush in weeks, and the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen behind thick-rimmed glasses. His cheekbones were sharp and his skin was milky and beautiful. He turned towards the class and smiled. "Hullo, you can call me Mr. Emrys. I'm your chemistry teacher," he said. The accent that spilled from his wonderfully pink lips was deep and perfect with a touch of Irish mixed in with his wonderful English accent.
After class the boy walked up to his teacher, who smiled and flashed his perfectly white teeth. "Erm... hello... my name is Mordred," he held out his hand. "and I take it you already know my name?" his teacher joked as he shook his hand. "Yeah," Mordred found himself getting lost in those wonderful blue eyes of his. "I- uh.. had a question... I think..." Mr. Emrys raised an eyebrow. "You think?" Mordred pursed his lips in thought. "Y'Know... I completely forgot what I was going to say. I guess this could just be thought of as an introduction?"
"I guess so. Now be on your way before you're late to your next class," Emrys said with a friendly wink. "I'll see you later, Mordred."
Mordred couldn't stop thinking about how his name sounded on his teachers lips on his way to his next class. 'What am I doing?! He's my teacher! ... but he's so cute!' he argued in his head. He was instantly pulled from his thoughts when his shoulder rammed harshly into someone else. "Ow!" he heard someone exclaim and looked up. It was the blonde kid he had sat next to in science. "I-I'm so sorry," Mordred rushed. "I should've been paying attention. I'm so sorry," he apologized again. "It's alright," the blonde said, "you look new. What's your name?" Mordred held out his hand. "I'm Mordred."
"Arthur," he shook Mordred's hand. "but you are new?" Mordred nodded, "I just moved."
"Come sit with us at lunch. There should be 6 of us, including me."
"Sure. It's not like I have anywhere else to go."
Arthur nodded. "I'll see you later then," he muttered as he hurried off.
Lunch came sooner than Mordred anticipated. He found Arthur sitting at a table with 5 other well-built boys, also recognizing the brown haired kid from science. He sat down next to Arthur, who smiled. "Guys," he said, "this is Mordred. Mordred, this is Gwaine (the boy from chem,) Percival (the tallest and biggest,) Leon (a sandy haired boy,) Elyan (the shortest of the group,) and Lancelot (a dark eyed boy) but we just call him Lance." They all waved at Mordred and Mordred waved back. "We're all on the football team. We're the Knights," Arthur explained, "and I'm the captain." Mordred chuckled to himself. "I guess that makes you King Arthur?" Arthur and a few others laughed. "Not exactly. My father is the coach. Right now, I'm just *Prince* Arthur." Gwaine punched Arthur playfully. "Now, now, princess. Let's not make your head any bigger than it already is," he said, earning a few laughs from the group. Arthur just rolled his eyes. "Look who's talking," he muttered.