Artemis Fowl firmly believed that if 'School' and 'Education' had a family tree, they would be distant cousins. He had never learned anything of use in school. In fact, he didn't even learn things that wouldn't be useful to him. It was a waste of time, in his opinion. Unfortunately for Artemis, his personal opinions on his education did not matter in the slightest to his mother, Angeline Fowl.
Artemis honestly didn't know what he did to deserve it, he thought saving the world and encountering Mulch Diggums multiple times was call for rest but, alas, it seemed that in his mother's eyes, it was not to be.
And so, here he was, Saint Bartelby's School for Teenage Gentlemen and Ladies, or Bartebly High, because he apparently needed socialization with youth of his own species. Artemis also had the bad luck to get a teacher in an obvious existential crisis, and one who was also, very unpleasant too. Couldn't he have gotten a recluse?
"Males, take off your shirts! I don't want you sweatin' through 'em today, I'm in a bad mood and I don't need the stench! Therefore, if you sweat too much, you can look even more out of shape then you already are! Ha! Females, don't bother." Ordered Ms. Calin.
Artemis, though peeved, had to agree with her, most of the boys in his class were definitely out of shape. They were spoiled, and though not all of them were rotten, they did have flab. Even the best of the group only looked skinny, with a hint of muscle. /div
They were pathetic, but it was to be expected, with how they were raised. Artemis was truly grateful for Butler. Even Opal, Abbot, and all the other controlling insane people, for without all of them, he would be grouped in with the other boys. Out of the corner of his eye, Artemis saw Dennis take off his shirt and swore up and down that his arms jiggled. It seemed, that hours of running for his life, training against his will, and saving the world had finally payed him back. He sighed, might as well get it over with.
Artemis had changed from his twelve year old self, and now he had the lithe but toned body of a swimmer and what Juliet, upon seeing him getting out of the shower and reverently called a 'six pack'.
Though he was still pale, it now flattered him, adding to the aristocratic look and his hair had grown out and been styled differently. This change was, again, accompanied with a squeal of 'Hibari Kyouya! I just need to fix the bangs!'
Although he may have a few scars here and there, (From things like trolls , demons, and the Gorilla Incident) he wasn't embarrassed or anything of the sort. He was just bored. Very, truly, amazingly, close-to mind-numbingly bored.
He looked around the gym filled with all the girls looking at him with desperate hope in their eyes, and the guys looking on in with gazes already saying 'welcome to the club, we have ice-cream, video games and pathetic'
The boys' gazes abruptly changed when his shirt was taken off, and Artemis couldn't keep the smirk off his face.
The teacher's jaw dropped.
The males mourned the thought of the one thing Artemis Fowl couldn't do, athletics.
And the girls planned a shrine.
Artemis just put down his shirt and looked bored, unknowingly giving many poor females weak knees.
By the end of class, the guys were all drenched in sweat and stinking (Dennis was wheezing like a wounded animal on the floor), the girls were panting but managed to make themselves look not as tired as they were and Artemis stood there, a sheen of sweat from having to demonstrate most of the exercises they were doing because the other boys couldn't and the girls wanted to see him do them. His breathing was only slightly affected, and he was standing with a nonchalant and graceful stance perfectly in place.
The almost silent click of a camera went unnoticed.
The shrine was huge.