The Whole Nasty, Angsty Debacle
AN:It is a truth universally acknowledged that every author fond of writing AU's will eventually write a high school AU- this is mine:
Arthur Pendragon is one of the most gorgeous men to walk this earth. Every girl in Camelot High is observant of this fact, and it's quite clear. All the boys agree that he's the best footie player in their small town. And of course Arthur being Arthur is completely aware of all the speculations about him. You see, Arthur Pendragon wasn't the nicest person in the world, and people knew it, but they ignored it, because Arthur's dad was a Very Important Person and so was Arthur by default. Arthur more or less ruled Camelot much in the same way his namesake had a thousand years before, but without the honest sense, and chivalry and all the things that made Arthur the greatest king on Earth. No, this Arthur was quite different, but I'm rambling. This is a story about Arthur Pendragon, and how his life was shattered one cold January morning, when the most extraordinary person entered his life, and I, your faithful author, was there to witness the whole nasty, angsty debacle.
Chapter 1
Arthur Pendragon flung himself out of his car, and stroked it's side lovingly, before glaring up at the school building.
"I bloody hate school." He snarled at Leon who was climbing out the other side clutching a huge cup of coffee.
"Who doesn't?" Leon inquired before turning and heading up to the school. Arthur slammed the door and swore loudly as it caught in his jacket. He looked up, but Leon was already jogging up to the school without looking back.
"Bloody helpful mate." Arthur muttered bending down to tug the jacket from the door handle and managing to just get it out before the car automatically locked. He swore again as the bell rang again signaling that he was well and truly late.
"Look out!" A panicked yell alerted him from his gloomy thoughts and he looked up eyes widening as a mass of black slammed into him, knocking them both to the ground. "Frick, frick, frick!" The voice, a strong Welsh accent, swore. Arthur blinked his blonde hair out his eyes. A boy was scrambling to his feet and looking at him with wide blue eyes. Well, fuck if they weren't gorgeous eyes. Wait, what? Arthur scrambled to collect his thoughts. He did not think this boys eyes were gorgeous. He was well and truly straight. Perfectly.
"Are you all right?" The boy stammered and violently staggered back as Arthur rose gracefully to his feet.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Arthur snarled channeling his inner bitch, that Gwaine swore up and down existed inside him.
"It was a- just- accident." The boy stammered weakly staring at him with steadily darkening blue eyes. Something flipped in Arthur's stomach at the sight of those eyes. He pushed the thought away, and glared at the boy. "I haven't learned how to exactly maneuver that yet." The boy pointed to a black skateboard that was on it's side, one of the wheels spinning creakily.
"Then maybe not a good idea to use it where you might endanger human lives, yeah?" Arthur snapped. They boy looked around the empty parking lot with a raised eyebrow and smirked at Arthur.
"I don't see anyone human here." The boy's smirk melted into a smile, and he held a long-fingered hand. "I'm Merlin. Merlin Emrys."
Arthur looked disdainfully at the hand. "And, I'm leaving." He turned and strode up the hill to the school painfully aware of the boy following behind.
"Could you help me?" The boy panted hurrying to keep up with Arthur, who thought this was absurd, as the boy was a few inches taller than him.
He cast the boy a sidelong glare. "And why exactly would I help someone who tried to kill me?"
"Was an accident," Merlin gasped then put on a burst of speed and planted himself directly in Arthur's path. "I didn't mean to. Plus, I new, I have no idea how to get round here." Arthur raised an eyebrow at him, as Merlin held out a simple white piece of paper. "I need Chemistry."
"Obviously." Arthur drawled, his chest tightening as a pink flush spread across Merlin's high cheeks. God, why did he have to have such bloody gorgeous cheeks. Shut up he told himself sternly.
"No," Merlin stammered going even redder. "I mean- I need to know where the Chemistry class is." Arthur raised an eyebrow, then pointed at the east side of the school.
"There." Then he strode off before he could do something rash, like push Merlin up against the nearest surface, vertical or horizontal, and... Oh gods, SHUT UP. Arthur berated himself mentally as he darted into a side hallway of the silent school, and leaned against the cool wall. He had seen Merlin's schedule- they had 4 classes together. Gods, this was going to be a long day.
AN: Okay, so I'm going to do my best to keep this thing as clean as possible, but it might not work, so if you don't like SLASH, you probably shouldn't read. Review please!
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