So you may know me from Darkened Souls, if you do, great! If you don't, have a sneeky peak at it, I won't tell anyone!

So I had a review over how Archer is using instagram, just to clear things up he's using his data plan, which he gets to go along with his minutes and texts.

Also after conversing with some American friends I've decided I don't like the american school system. So we're pretending it doesn't exist and we're going with the british system which is basically as followed.

Year 10-Year 11 (Freshman and Sophomore) = GCSE years. Core subjects and 4 chosen subjects
Year 12-Year 13 (Junior and Senior) = A Level years. 4 chosen subjects (Can be core subjects.)

Core Subjects: English language and literature, Sciences (Core and Additional, double and triple sciences - biology, chemistry and physics), Maths.

Additional compulsory subjects until Year 12: IT, Physical Education and Religious Studies.

Anyway, I don't own anything otherwise SwanQueen would be canon.

Please Review. Please.

Chapter 3

For the most part Archer had waited patiently all week to be allowed to go out and go to school and he didn't think he'd be so excited to go to school after being holed up in the glorified prison known as the mayoral mansion. He had been studying the textbooks that Regina had gotten him, so he would have at least some sort of understanding about school academics. Other than the studying Archer had been irritable and emotional in all senses as he went through magical withdrawal and tended to lock himself in his room whilst making distressed noises.

Regina had taken him shopping a few times, mainly for clothes and things to make his room more comfortable and like it wasn't a prison cell which it most certainly was. Regina had found out that Archer enjoyed minimalist clothing and preferred quality over quantity. His favourite store so far had been H&M, and he had met a few teenagers his own age that worked there, he spoke about school, joked and laughed with them before he would wander back to Regina when she called him back to her.

They had gone to the nearest IKEA, and Archer had gotten a few things to make his room his. Regina was surprised that he had taken a more urban minimalist approach to his bedroom, and only one thing decorated the walls of the boy's bedroom. A monochrome canvas of New York City. He had applied for a job at Granny's after making Regina look over his CV filled with his predicted grades for his Sophomore year, he was expecting a call any day now to tell him if he had gotten the job or not. He had decided that working was much more desirable than having to actually stare at the wall or go to the Mayor's office with Regina.

Archer dragged himself as he began to go over his morning routine, getting up after swearing at the noise making phone, grumbling to himself all the way to the bathroom, showering, using the toilet, washing his face with a walnut face scrub, going back to his room with only a towel on. Throw on the outfit he had planned the day before. Today it had consisted of black skinny jeans with rips on them, a plain white t-shirt and a black leather jacket. Everything was tied together with a pair of black boots. He pulled on a gold and silver dog tag necklace and a couple of rings.

Archer made his way downstairs with a slight spring in his step due to the fact his was rather excited to be going outside without the former Evil Queen breathing down his neck. When he arrived, he pulled up a seat at the breakfast bar and watched as Regina placed a coffee in front of him.

"Good morning dear." Regina spoke, addressing the teenager, allowing a smile to escape across her lips at seeing the excitement on his face.

"Good morning Queenie!" Archer addressed her, taking the coffee in his hands as Regina began to go about putting pancakes on a plate along with apples, blueberries and strawberries.

Archer wouldn't normally eat before school, or at all in the morning, but the rules were clear.

"Have you decided what subjects you'll be taking?" Regina asked the boy, her lip twitching slightly as the boy called her 'Queenie' she didn't like the nickname, but she realised soon it was better than someone else's nickname known as 'Captain Fake Leather' so took her chances of not complaining about it too often.

Archer suddenly got self-conscious as he thought about the subjects he had picked for his GCSEs. "I uh, I'm taking History, Art, Geography and Business." He spoke, softly wondering what Regina's reaction to his chosen subjects would be.

"Art?" Regina questioned the boy, a perfectly sculpted eyebrow rising in surprise over the boy's choice in subjects, wondering when he would use it.

"Uh yeah, I like drawing and I just wanted to have an easy C in a subject." Archer confessed to the Mayor, pulling his legs up to have them crossed under him as he spoke to Regina, who was having breakfast with him. "And it's also that I'll be able to take and not get stressed out over it, well, at least too much."

"Be as it might, when will you use that qualification dear?" Regina asked him, again with the eyebrow raising, taking a sip of her coffee.

"In about a few months so I can take A-levels." Archer informed her, looking at her as if she had grown a second head. "I want to take Sociology, Politics and Law in A-Level. As well as keep on English language. And If I can I want to take Psychology, but I know that we can't take five subjects. So, it's highly unlikely to be able to take it."

Regina opened her mouth to speak when ringing was heard on his phone, he took the gold device out from his pocket and checked why his phone was making such an ungodly noise before shutting it off. Captain Fake Leather was outside waiting to escort him to the storybrooke high school which he was sure of was his impending doom.

"That would be Emma." He told the Mayor, his ghostly eyes dancing slightly as he stood up, making his mostly finished plate towards the trash bin.

"Well, we wouldn't want you late on your first day dear." Regina spoke, a bundle of nerves in her stomach as she thought about all the things that could've gone wrong. What if someone had gone after him because of his famed name, or because he was living with the supposed Evil Queen.

Archer was nervous, he wouldn't tell anyone that though. But he was without magic, and his weapons. He was without a way to defend himself and he was going to a place filled to the brim with hormonal emotional fairy tale characters that could hurt him, that he had probably done something to in the old country. He hummed and furrowed his brows as he tried to move from where he was standing.

The Queen noted that Archer had yet to move from the trash bin, and that he had yet to spill the uneaten contains of his plate into the bin. She took a sip of coffee and debated on whether or not she should take him to the door.

Archer frowned deeply, finally coming out of his mind and spilling the uneaten food into the bin, crossing the threshold to the sink and placing it in the metal casket for plates. He took a deep steadying breath, and picked up his phone, slipping it into his pocket.

Archer picked up his coat and shrugged it on in one smooth transition and let out a soft groan over the fact he would have to meet more people.

Archer let out a deep breath after a while that he hadn't known he was holding and picked up the bag o' shit as he liked to call it which held the contents of his first day at Storybrooke high. Together, Archer and Regina walked to the door as Archer went through a mental checklist as to what he had and anything he had missed.

Archer smiled at her lightly, it wouldn't do to start the day off with argumentative words and fierce looks exchanged.

"I'll see you later on then Queenie." He told her, opening the door and swaggered his way out into the fresh air, looking back a moment to see Regina wave.

"Have a good day at school, do not start any fights." She commanded him and crossed her arms over her stomach before giving a quick wave.

Archer rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah," Pulling open the yellow beetle and sliding into the car seat and waving to Regina as he pulled the seatbelt over himself and ran a hand through his raven hair and his silver eyes turned to Emma. "Good morning Sheriff Swan." He greeted.

Archibald didn't enjoy the ride to the school, it was mostly silent and when they pulled up he nodded his goodbye and swaggered his way towards reception. Heads turned to him as he walked, whispering started in groups and he knew that they had gotten the heads up that he was arriving in the school.

After getting his timetable, his locker combination and a stern talking to by the vice principal, Archer made his way to his locker.

"Hey new guy." Archer heard a shout and he turned to look at source the voice had come from. A small petite girl, blonde hair, blue eyes, black skinny jeans (ripped at the knees of course as all teenage girls enjoy this typical style), a plain white t-shirt, a blue denim jacket and black vans.

"Hey double denim." He smirked to her, his silver eyes shining with mischief as he continued t walk to the locker. "What can I do for you?"

The girl scoffed. "It's okay when it's different colours." The blonde informed him and held her hand out as she walked with him. "I'm Ayla, now give me your timetable."

Archer smirked and handed her the timetable, continuing with his quest of finding where the locker was, coming to a stop, whispering secrets to the lock as he turned the combination in and pulled it open. "Lovely to meet you Ayla, I'm Archie." He told her and began putting his books away into the blue locker.

"We have English first together." Ayla observed, adjusting her bag and pulling out a couple of books and stashing them in the locker that was indeed not her own, but Archer's. Giving him her sweetest innocent smile she could muster.

Archer looked at her with a smile which shifted into a lopsided one. "Am I the keeper of your books now double denim?" He asked her making sure he had nothing left to put in the locker before he shut it and locked it.

"Of course, why else would I put my books in your locker?" The blue eyed girl asked him, smiling her sweet innocent smile, whilst her eyes danced with cheekiness.

Archer rolled his eyes and swiped the card timetable from her looking at what room the English class was in. Room 210. "Shall we go or do you already want to skip because believe me, I do."

Ayla laughed and headed in the directions of the stairs. "Come on shitbag." Was all Ayla said and with nothing else said Archer knew they were going to class. He followed after her, his backpack loosely hanging on one of his broad shoulders and they wandered off up to the stairs.

When they came to the room Ayla opened the heavy wooden door and swept into the classroom, groups of already made friends talking. Looking at phones, laughing. A group of jocks, given the fact they wore letterman jackets purple with black sleeves with a big 'S' on the left breast, looked up them. Their ring leader smirked.

Ayla spoke, confidently and laid back. "Welcome, to English in classroom 210."