A crap chapter sorry guys I had a lot of writers block today :'(

Chapter 3

"He pulled her face away from his shoulder and looked up into his cool, liquid grey eyes that blazed with longing and desire." Lancelot shook his head, whoa that was all too real! It can't be her! He thought harshly to himself, his heart jumped and settled uncomfortably in his throat. Wow, that vanilla smell of that rose brought back memories!

Guinevere froze as she felt liquid eyes fuel the fire that was burning on her back (not her hair it's his glance at her), she gulped as she felt her heart sink like a ship, and she felt the thunder in his eyes or was it the crash her heart just took? It couldn't be him! She noticed Lorna waved excitedly at him, Gwen groaned trying to hide her anxious uneasiness towards him as she turned.

"Guinevere…?" Lance asked taking one stride and he was suddenly by her side.

She hesitated to speak as she was taken prisoner by his grey liquid eyes; she saw the spark, the passion the thunder that was stirring, lurking behind those eyes. "Snap out of it Gwen!" Lorna hissed in her ear in a low voice as she poked her back hard leaving Gwen to show her the bruise later.

Gwen nodded, she smiled as she knew deep down she wanted to jump on him she wanted to hug her best and only friend she had ever had. "Yes Lance…" she laughed nervously and jumped on him, he chuckled and swung her around. Lorna saw it then, something in them had ignited, she had always thought Lance had a certain puzzled look to his face at times, a sense of loneliness and longing for something. Now he had found it. She hadn't known Gwen long but she knew that she had found what she was looking for. Lorna knew that their touch enervated both of them; their Flame of friendship which was never broken or lost had been rekindled. Yet something made them unsure about each other. Maybe it was the fact they had grown up so much since their last moment together, Lorna shrugged it off.

Whoa there Lance! Didn't know you were already getting 'busy' with a new girl…" Sneered Will, he grinned as he leant against the wall.

Lancelot tried to laugh but frowned as he let go of Gwen, "Hardly…"he muttered.

Will made the sign against enchantment mockingly, "Someone's hair dye went a-wall!" he laughed harshly to himself winking at Gwen." Yet you're sexy! Come over and give me a kiss doll face…"

Gwen grinned and walked over to him Batting her eyelashes and flaunting her body as she pressed herself against his strong warm body. Lancelot tried not to laugh and covered his grin with his hand as he knew what Gwen was like, instinct taught her that this guy was a ladies man, She smiled and whispered in his ear, "I don't kiss guys with frog lips, and don't call me doll face Action man…", she whipped her curls of fire back as it lashed him in the face, Lancelot and Lorna smirked and tried to hide it. Gwen winked at the gaping 6foot 2 boy who must have felt like he was an inch tall after she shot her arrow and hit home hard and dug into his pride , twisting and turning. She studied him closely, he was handsome, had a rugby players body and tanned skin from being under the sun a lot in practice, his eyes though, she had stared into them before upon hours on end, she must have, she could read them so well they were warm, a little too warm it was no wonder he was a ladies man, they could capture any heart and make it, or break it. Oddly she noticed his hands, large and bear like, but…skilled. She eyed the young and full lines that were painted across his light palms, something her wanted to touch them, trace them with her own soft and delicate fingers. Yet all Will could think about was her Eyes, like two dark sapphires just dug from the depths of the ancient Welsh rocks below the Mountain of Snow. Her hair like fire, but also like light!

"Looks like you've got competition Will" He slapped him on the back playfully "Next time you may want to brush up on your chat up lines." He smiled and looked at Gwen and extended an arm Will followed his glance, "This is Gwen, my best and only friend since childhood!" he pulled her into a hug as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Charmed….." she said with ice and arrogance in her tone as she faked a sickly honey sweet smile. She gritted her teeth.

"Pleasure.." he grumbled back sourly. "Her hair…her eyes..her skin…they all look….familiar…"

His thoughts were sharply interrupted as the bell squealed, they bundled into history squabbling and scratching, like cats on the hunt, for the best seats. Gwen sat at Lorna's table along with Lorna, herself Heather and Lancelot and to Gwen's utter and bitter dismay, Will.

Lorna leaned over and mumbled, "Don't mind Will, he's a jerk to everyone, Power is what everyone blames it on. He is captain of the rugby team and Head Boy"-She rolled her eyes in distaste- "I don't know why Lance and him are best friends to be very honest, Lance is totally different." Lorna shifted on her seat and Gwen shuddered." Guess opposites attract huh?" She playfully nudged Gwen in the ribs.

Gwen tried not to laugh sarcastically in class, " Meh… I was expecting it. Ive seen his type before. "She disdainfully managed a twister of her lips. " I didn't think Lance would be here though, shock surprise number one."

Lorna chuckled to herself, "He moved here about 4 years ago," she paused unsure whether to tell Gwen or not, " Erm, Lance and Will are cousins " she drifted off as she waited for it to register,

Heather glanced slightly up from her book, trying not to be noticed much, "She's gonna blow" she murmured to Lorna from across the table while she saw Lance and Will being distracted by the rude names and signs scratched and carved into the tables. She watched the heat ride to Gwen's pale white face, and her brown brows scrunch up into a frown.

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