Merlin rushed through the doors of the building, the bell chiming in his ears. Papers flew from his books as he ran- he would probably regret not picking those up later on, but he would more so regret being late for his first day of classes.

Going to university was a bit of a routine for Merlin- as was moving around the UK and changing his name continuously. But he'd gotten tired of university and decided to give high school a try, the same went for the UK. He was now known as Miles Wyatt, sixteen year old high school student living in Los Angeles, USA.

He decided on using aliases after the "Arthurian legends" became a subject for kids to learn in school. Merlin thought it was funny because a lot of the stories they told had false information. But still, running around with the name "Merlin" would most likely cause some suspicion, because some people believe that Arthur will be reincarnated. And he didn't want to be parading around with the name Merlin, even if he could convince people that it was a coincidence, or that he was named after Merlin. No, having an alias was much easier.

He didn't know why he came to this high school- well, boarding school, he was being housed on-site- but he just felt something pulling him here. Maybe this is where he would finally be reunited with Arthur, his friend who had died a thousand years ago. Maybe now was finally the time he would see him again. Though it didn't make much sense that he would be in America. Wouldn't he still be in England? But, Kilgharrah had told him that, when the time came, Merlin would know his way. So he must have made the right choice in coming here.

He ran into his class, ignoring the looks all his new classmates gave him, and ducked his head as he rushed to one of the open desks toward the back of the room.

"Alright, class. I'm going to do a quick attendance check to try and figure out your names, so bear with me here." The teacher said, and with a quick glance at the board, Merlin saw his name was Mr. Rolland.

He called a few names and Merlin got preoccupied tracing the pattern of his wood desk with his finger.

Since his new last name started with a W which was fairly far down in the alphabet, Merlin didn't feel the need to listen to the teacher as he called out names. That backfired when he didn't hear the teacher call his name.

He jumped as a piece of crumpled up paper hit him on the forehead and looked up shyly as the whole class laughed at him.

"Miles Wyatt?" Mr. Rolland asked him.

Merlin nodded quickly and slid down on his chair, trying to hide his face from the embarrassment. Well, this was quite the switch from university.

One of the girls who sat near him turned to look at him, and he almost gave her a small smile until he realized it was a bad idea when she rolled her eyes and tossed her hair over her shoulder.

He made a face and looked back down at his desk, willing the class to end so he could just leave.

Eventually it did, and Merlin rushed out of there as fast as possible.

As he was rummaging around his locker for his schedule, he had to thank god for the good reflexes he had, and pulled his hand out of his locker just in time for it to slam closed.

"You prat, you almost tore my hand off!" Merlin yelled at the stranger.

"New kid's british! Aw, did i make you upset?" The boy taunted, his friends all laughing behind him.

"No, I just like having the ability to move my hand." Merlin spat back.

"Oh, brit's got spirit." The boy laughed. "Looks like you're my new locker neighbor."

Merlin couldn't help gulping. "Your what?"

"What's the matter? Don't want to see me everyday?"

Merlin shook his head. "No, I just-"

"Good. Because i have a feeling we're going to be great friends." The boy spat the word great at Merlin, sending a chill down the warlock's spine.

"I'm Garret." The boy introduced himself.

Merlin gulped. "Mer- Miles."

"Well, Miles, I would advise you not to get in my way. Stay away from me and don't once try and talk to me in front of anyone. Got it?"

"Why? Scared your reputation is going to take a hit if someone finds out just how much of a clot pole you are?" Merlin shot at him.

The boy didn't seem too pleased about this. He grabbed Merlin by the collar of his navy blue pullover sweatshirt and slammed his back into the locker.

"You wanna say that again?" The boy challenged.

Merlin could feel his heart beating in his ears, but he ignored it. He wouldn't let this ass win. "What's the matter, Garret? Shocked someone finally called you out?"

"Look, kid, you do not want to go there with me. I can snap you in half like a pencil."

Merlin nodded, and Garret slowly released him. Merlin resisted the urge to rub his neck as he closed his locker.

As he walked away, he couldn't help but getting a bit if revenge on the boy.

"Hey, Garret, you might want to invest some money into a belt." Merlin called over his shoulder, laughing to himself as he heard the boy's shocked reaction.

His next class, English, was a bit better.

He sat next to a boy with a bit of a bush of red hair and a face covered in freckles, who looked a bit more on his popularity level. And he actually talked to him, too.

"Do you know what this teacher's name is?" Merlin whispered to him.

The other boy leaned closer to Merlin and replied, "Mrs. Parkinson. And I'd advise you not to get on her bad side. Just a bit of a warning."

"Thanks. I'm Miles." Merlin introduced himself.

"Brodie." The boy said. "And I would also advise you not to talk to me. You're the new kid, you've got a clean slate. Don't blow it. Plus, you're British, i see. The girls are gonna be all over you."

Merlin laughed a little at this. "I think it's a little late for that. I got on the bad side of a senior earlier."

"Who?"

"The kid who's locker is right next to mine. Garret something-or-other."

Brodie turned to look at him. "No way, you got Rylie's locker?"

"Who's Rylie?" Merlin asked.

"The kid who had a locker next to Garret last year. He had to beg the office to switch his locker. That seriously sucks, Miles."

Merlin only shrugged. "I'm sure i can handle him."

Brodie's eyes widened. "Are you sure? I know the principal, I'm sure i can pull a few strings and-"

Merlin shook his head. "I'll be fine. Hey, do you know where room 207 is, by the way?"

"Chemistry." Brodie nodded his head, his red curls falling into his eyes. "I have it next, too. I'll show you. I'll meet you at your locker."

"Okay, it's number-"

"I know where it is." Brodie laughed. "It's pretty much famous."

"Brodie, Miles!" Mrs. Parkinson snapped. Both boys whipped their heads up to look at her. "Is there something you would like to share with the class?"

Merlin shook his head, and Brodie muttered "Sorry."

Mrs. Parkinson glared at them, then went back to her lesson.

"So, where are you from, Miles?"

Merlin walked down the hall next to Brodie, trying to navigate his way around the school.

"The UK." Merlin answered absentmindedly.

"Well, obviously. I didn't think you were Canadian. I meant where in the UK?"

"Oh!" Merlin shook his head. "Uh, London."

"Classic." Brodie laughed. "It's weird, you don't have much of a London accent."

Merlin felt a bit panicky at his comment. "We do quite a bit if moving around."

"Your parents must have quite the job." Brodie commented.

"My parents?" Merlin asked.

Brodie looked a bit nervous. "Oh, man... Do you only have one parent, or none? I'm sorry, Miles, I didn't know-"

"No, it's okay. Sorry, I just wasn't listening. Yeah, they do." Merlin stuttered.

"That's cool, what do they do?" Brodie asked.

Merlin racked his mind for an appropriate lie. "They're marine biologists."

"Really?" Brodie looked fascinated. "That's so cool!"

"Yeah, but we never stay in one place for too long. This is the third school I've been to over the last two years." Merlin was actually quite amused at how good an actor he was.

"That sucks." Brodie nodded, stepping into a classroom and taking a seat in one of the empty desks near the back. It was a two-person lab bench, so Merlin sat next to him.

After about five minutes of Merlin making up facts about his life, the teacher walked into the class and wrote his name on the blackboard.

Merlin sneezed, and the whole class turned to look at him.

"Sorry." He muttered, sneezing again.

"Are you okay?" Brodie asked him.

Merlin nodded. "I think I'm-" sneeze. "Allergic-" sneeze. "To chalk." Sneeze.

Brodie laughed, and Merlin glared at him through sneezes.

"What luck to be put in the one classroom in the school that still uses chalkboards." Brodie laughed.

Merlin continued to sneeze, and his teacher, Mr. Emerson, stopped his lesson to glare at him.

"Mr. Wyatt, is there a problem?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Can I-" sneeze. "Go to the-" sneeze. "Washroom?"

Mr. Emerson rolled his eyes and nodded reluctantly. "Make it fast."

"Thank-" sneeze. "You."

He ran out of the class, trying hard to stop sneezing. It finally subsided when he reached the washroom.

Merlin groaned, putting his head on his hands as he leaned over the bathroom sink and cast the spell that would get rid of the allergies.

Great first day of school.

Maybe high school was a bad idea.

It can't be, though. There was something about this place that Merlin just knew he would find Arthur here. He just had to start looking.

sorry its so short lol i didnt know what else to write

anywayyyy welcome to this new fic idk i got the idea and i just had to write it omg

hope u enjoy bc i think it'll be quite interesting to see 16 year old merlin in a social setting

soo yeah ill try to update really fast ily for reading bye

-notreallymagical