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Kenna's POV

I sneered at the group of cheerleaders as we passed them but they were all pretty much running from the sight of Shrek. I could see now why the guy was so worried about having kids of his own.

To be honest I wasn't so thrilled to be here either. What business would an orphaned sixteen year old with the education of an eight year old have in a high school anyway? I averted my eyes from all the kids as we walked past, not wanting to catch anyone's attention. I noticed a student driver crash a little way off and chuckled to myself. Unfortunately this resulted in me not watching where I was going.

"Ooff!" I stumbled backwards as I rammed into the chest of someone taller then me. A hand shot out and caught my wrist, pulling back into the hardish chest; It wasn't massively muscular but firm enough to give support.

"Whoa! You ok?" a male, slightly prepubescent voice asked in amusement.

I looked up to see a pair of blue eyes looking worriedly down at me while a blonde fringe flopped in front of a slightly angular and mature face. For a moment I was stunned, never encountering someone so closely before that didn't involve me killing or stealing something from them. It didn't help that he had a boyish handsomeness about him.

"Uhh…" I couldn't form a coherent sentence so close to this guy so I pulled back. "Uhh yeah I'm fine thanks," I mumbled, brushing the front of my shirt to seem formal. He smiled.

"Oh cool," he said, looking down at me with a crooked smile. I could feel the heat raising onto my cheeks and desperately needed an excuse to escape.

"Hey! Loser!" the boys smile dropped and his head whipped round, a groan escaping him.

"I gotta go. Bye…" he trailed off as he started shifting away towards a group of guys standing by a jousting field.

"Ken-"

"Come on!" This time one of the guys came over, grabbing the smaller boy by his collar and dragging him off.

"Nice meeting you Ken!" the boy shouted and I giggled at him, resulting in him flashing me another smile as he was pulled out of sight. As soon as he was gone I felt the old me coming back, berating me on my stupid affliction that came upon me in that boys company. Then again…he was kinda cute and nice enough to catch me…and cute.

"For lo bro, don't burn all my frankincense and myrrh," said a drugged up voice, bringing me out of my stupor. I quickly shook my head, rushing to catch up with the others.

Donkey was already freaking out, curling into a small ball as he walked while his eyes flittered about worriedly.

"I'm already starting to feel nauseous from memories of wedgies and swirlies," he exclaimed. Puss looked over at him from his spot on Shrek's shoulder, looking slightly amused.

"But how did you receive wedgies when you are clearly not the wearer of the underpants?" he asked. I also looked down at Donkey, awaiting the answer.

"Let's just say some things are better left unsaid and leave it at that," he answered snappily. I chuckled before looking over at Shrek. He was looking at two girls discussing what sounded like relationship trouble.

"They might know something," I suggested and he nodded, heading over.

"So I was like 'I'd rather get the black plague and lock myself in an iron maiden then go out with you'," the first one, a red head with the blandest voice I had ever heard said.

"Eh, totally," the second one said. I rolled my eyes. Typical girls.

"Uh excuse me?" Shrek asked. The two girls took one look at him before the red head one started walking away.

"Eh! Totally eww-th!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah totally," the second one said, glancing over at Shrek as she followed her friend.

I hate people like that, who judge on looks. I made sure I never assumed on someone before I got to know them, unless they were one of the drunken idiots from the Poison Apple. A laugh from beside me made me turn to see two kids playing a board game. One look and I could see they were the 'nerds' of the school.

"Yes! I just altered my character level to plus three superbability!" one of them cried happily. Yep, definitely nerd.

"Hi, we're looking for someone named-" Shrek started to say until one of the nerds cut him off.

"Gee, who rolled plus nine 'dork' spell and summoned the beast and his quadrupeds?" he asked snarkily. I don't know…but I think he just insulted me. The other one started laughing before a trickle of blood came down from his nose. I smirked at him while Shrek looked a little irritated.

"Yeah…I know you're busy 'not fitting in' but can either of you tell me where I can find Arthur?" he asked, glaring down at the two kids. While the bleeding one was trying to control his gushing nose, the other one pointed to the field the blond boy had been dragged off to.

"He's over there," he mumbled before going back to his game.

We all looked over to the field he pointed at. I could see a muscled, tall boy sitting on a large horse as he readied himself for a charge. Although impressive my eyes were drawn to the smaller person sitting on a wooden horse with a bucket on their head and a target strapped to their chest. I felt sorry for this person, the odds seeming a little unfair. Shrek started walking towards the field and the rest of us followed, stopping at the edge just in time to watch the kid with the lance strike the one with the bucket right in the chest and send him flying.

He landed with a painful sounding thump at Shrek's feet and I winced slightly. Shrek and the others didn't seem to notice, too busy staring at Arthur.

"Ha ha! There is no sweeter taste on thy tongue, then victory!" he exclaimed proudly, earning cheers from his friends. Shrek turned to Puss, a relieved smile on his face.

"Strong, handsome, face of a leader. Does Arthur look like a king or what?" he asked, taking a step forwards.

"Ow." we all looked down to see Shrek's foot on the kid who got catapulted over to us. He quickly withdrew his foot.

"Oh sorry," he said but sounded like he really didn't care.

"Did you just say you were looking for Arthur?" he asked in a weak voice. I was about to answer but Shrek, Donkey and Puss were already walking over him to get to Arthur.

"That information is on need to know basis," Puss said.

"Yeah, it's top secret. Hushity hush," Donkey finalised.

I didn't follow the guys, choosing instead to kneel next to the kid. "Sorry about them, they're in a bit of a hurry," I explained as I helped him sit up. He shook his head, the bucket rattling. I chuckled a little and I saw a pair of blue eyes through the holes in the bucket glint.

"You have a nice laugh," the person said. My eyebrows scrunched together.

"And your voice sounds familiar," I answered back smoothly. He chuckled, standing up.

"Well it should Ke-"

"Unhand me monster!" both of us turned to see Shrek walking towards us with Arthur over his shoulder.

"Quit squirming Arthur," he mumbled. Arthur stopped squirming.

"I'm not Arthur!" he exclaimed, like it was a bad thing. Shrek stopped, holding the boy in front of him. The boy took a second to compose himself. "I am Lancelot." I snickered at the name. Lancelot then pointed over at me and for a second I thought he had heard me. "That dork over there is Arthur." Shrek, Donkey and Puss all gave me a confused look. I rolled my eyes, looking beside me.

The boy I had been talking to was gone, the bucket and target sitting beside me. Looking around, I spotted a boy skulking off.

"Hey!" Shrek shouted, getting his attention. The boy turned his head and I froze. That was Arthur? The kid who caught me? Damn I wish I had known that earlier.


"Oh Arthur. Come out come out wherever you are," Shrek called as we walked through the school. As we walked passed some lockers a thumping made me jump. We all turned to see Donkey bust his way out of a locker, turning to yell at the kids who did it. I laughed at the 'I suck-eth' sign taped to his butt.

"Yeah you'd better run you little punk no good-nicks, 'cause the days of 'Little Donkey Dumpy Drawers' are over!" he yelled at the laughing kids. I have no idea what any of that that meant.

Shrek and I watched the kids as they ran into what looked like a gymnasium. He looked down at me and I shrugged.

"It looks like everybody could be in there?" I suggested and he nodded, heading over. We approached the doors, only to be stopped by a snooty looking guy.

"Hold it," he demanded. Two guys, one dressed as a Griffin and the other as some kind of lizard, ran over,

"Uhh we're here for the mascot contest," the Griffin said. The snooty guy waved them in. I glanced at Shrek, who shared my look before nodding.

"Uhh we're here for the mascot contest too," he said, gesturing to himself. The guy didn't look very convinced as he reached out and pulled at Shrek's skin.

"This…is a costume?" he asked.

"Aaaiyyyy worked on it all nightlong," he groaned, trying and failing to hide his pain. The guy still didn't look convinced.

"Hmm it looks pretty real to me," he said. Puss stepped forwards.

"If it were real could I do this?" he asked, sinking all five claws into Shrek's butt. Shrek groaned, holding in his pain.

"Or this?" Donkey asked, kicking Shrek squarely in the groin. Even that one made me wince.

"If it were real that would have been agonisingly painful," Shrek managed to choke out.

"Now watch this!" Donkey said, lifting his foot.

"That's quite enough boys," Shrek said hurriedly, stopping Puss and Donkey from assaulting him any further. The guy still looked unsure, not convinced by Shrek's impressive pain threshold. I rolled my eyes, stepping forwards.

"Look, he's wearing a costume as has just been demonstrated. Now you're going to let us in now or else he's going to live up to his ogre costume and I'm going to help him," I threatened. The guy glanced between Shrek and me.

"Right this way," he said, flushing slightly as he opened the door for us. I smiled, giving him a wink as we walked through.

"Thanks dal," I said and he flushed even more. I'm not above using my feminine charms either.

The door opened and the first thing to catch my eye was a fat guy holding a megaphone saying 'The' as he turned to us. "Ogre?" he exclaimed. The two guys dressed as monsters from before both stormed off, the Griffin chucking his head on the floor. Shrek stood stunned for a few seconds before he composed himself.

"That's right I'm the new mascot so lets really try and beat the other guys at…whatever it is they are doing!" he yelled in the classic enthusiastic tone.

Slowly the kids started clapping as the band started playing. Shrek ignored them though, walking over and grabbing the fat teachers megaphone while he spluttered about Shrek's arrival.

"Where can I find Arthur Pendragon?" he demanded. Everyone stopped clapping, pointing up behind us. We all turned in time to see Arthur getting dropped into a basketball hoop. I winced at the wedgie while all the other students laughed.

I watched Arthur look around helplessly until his eyes landed on me, a deep blush instantly overtaking his face.

"Classic," a voice from the crowd said and I turned to see Lancelot fist bump some kid. I rolled my eyes.

"You should be ashamed of yourselves!" Donkey yelled. Lancelot's eyebrows rose.

"I didn't do it, they did," Lancelot answered, pointing up at the walkway above the hoop. I looked up to see the two nerds from before, laughing before the fat ones nose started bleeding again.

I looked back over at Arthur, giving him a 'Really?' look. He blushed, lowering his head so that his blonde hair flopped into front of his eyes again. Shrek was watching as well, choosing that moment to reach up and grab Arthur's shoulder and pull him down to eye level.

"Please don't eat me," he said, but didn't sound all to genuine.

"Eat him! Eat him! Eat him!" even the teacher was getting caught up in the excitement of the students sick sense of humour. Shrek glared at all the students.

"Uhh…not that I doubt you or anything, but you're not really going to eat him are you?" I asked. Shrek sent me a confused look before yanking Artie down off the hoop.

"I'm not here to eat him!" he shouted to the students, earning an 'Awww' from them.

He stumbled and I helped steady him, gripping his arm with my hand. As soon as he was securely on his feet he stood up tall, dusting his arms off while trying to retain some dignity.

"Didn't hurt," he mumbled, his voice drastically lowered. I laughed quietly.

"Whatever, just try not to walk like Pinocchio has his nose up your butt," I said, laughing even harder when he blushed deeply. He turned away from, facing Shrek as he addressed him.

"It's time to pack up your toothbrush and jammies kid, you're the new king of Far Far Away." Arthur's eyebrows rose.

"What?" he spluttered. All the students seemed to have the same reaction.

"Artie? A king? More like the mayor of loserville," Lancelot jeered, earning a round of laughs from his friends. Artie glared up at him before turning back to Shrek.

"Is this for real?" he asked. He's really questioning this? If I were him I'd be gone by now.

"Absolutely. Now clear out your locker kid, you've got a kingdom to run," he said, trying to move Arthur along.

"So wait…I'm really the only air?" he asked, grinning slightly. Shrek paused and I raised an eyebrow up at him. He shot me a quick glare before smiling down at Arthur.

"The one and only," he said. Arthur glanced at the crowds around us, then back at Shrek.

"Give me just a second," he said, not giving Shrek the chance to disagree as he walked to the centre of the gym. "My good people, I think there's a lesson here for all of us. Maybe the next time you're about to dunk a kid's head in a chamber pot, you'll stop and think, hey, maybe this guy has feelings. Maybe I should cut him some slack. Because maybe, just maybe... this guy's gonna turn out to be, uh...I dunno...a King! And maybe his first royal decree will be to banish everyone who ever picked on him! That's right, I'm looking at you, jousting team!"

Arthur pointed at what I'm guessing was the jousting, each of them shrinking back in slight horror. I'm hoping Arthur wasn't that petty, not that it mattered since Charming was going to be king by the end of this anyway.

I watched as Arthur then turned to the bland red headed girl from before. "And Gwen...oh Gwen. I've always loved you." My cheeks flushed as he said that, feeling an uncomfortable sickness in my stomach. I was NOT jealous! Puss shot me an amused look and I glared at him.

"Eww," Gwen replied, much to my relief-I mean...whatever!

"Well good friends, it breaks my heart, but, enjoy your stay here in prison while I rule the free world baby!" Artie exclaimed, backing up while pumping his fist in the air.

"Alright let's not over do it," Shrek advised but I don't think Arthur was listening.

"I'm building my city people...on Rock and Roll!" he finished, making the rock on sign with his hands. I couldn't hold my laughs anymore, bursting into fits.

"You just over did it," Shrek grumbled, grabbing Arthur around the waist and pulling him towards the door. I jogged, catching up to the hanging Arthur as he swung from Shrek's arm.

"Building your city on Rock and Roll? Really?" I asked. Arthur shrugged, grinning at me.

"It was either that or I just can't wait to be King," he answered. I thought for a second.

"Good call," I answered.


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