~Author's Note~

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~Ms. AtomicBomb

Diarmuid shrugged, trying to supress the light blush that was crawling upon his cheeks, the contrast being a good sight for Arturia's green eyes, "Uh…" He tried to think of something that was not what he had been thinking that day, "I just, um, er, wanted to apologize for any misconceptions that I might have caused." Alright, so he would admit, that did not seem the slightest bit believable; he was stuttering all over the place trying to come up with something she would actually believe.

Arturia crossed her arms over her chest and rested them on the wooden table before leaning forward, her green eyes filtered through her brown eyelashes as she looked at him through them. He watched as she ran her teeth over her bottom lip before she spoke, "I don't believe you." She lifted a dirty blonde eyebrow, "Now, tell me what you were actually going to say?"

"What-ah-what do you mean?" It would have been very, very beneficial if he had a drink right now to distract himself, but there was no way he could ignore her now without seeming completely and utterly rude.

"You know, you cannot fool me, Diarmuid, you must have meant something else. You know very well that Cú Chulainn and Jeanne are basically setting us up, so don't put their hard work and wit to waste," she spoke; basically she just wanted Diarmuid to admit his feelings for her while looking her straight in the eyes.

His amber hues drifted their gaze from her emerald ones and her rubbed the sore muscle at the nape of his neck, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Arturia huffed and dropped her head, "Come on, Diarmuid, just say it. It's not going to hurt anyone." The Englishwoman was not even prepared for this, in fact, she was beyond frightened of what he would say—contrary to her demeanor. Her heart was raging in her chest as if her ribcage would be broken with it's crazy thumping, her stomach was churning and she had an odd sensation of just out right puking; but the stoic expression on her face kept her in check.

Diarmuid, now red as the menu before them that was a crimson colour, gulped and let his eyes wander back to her, locking his gaze with hers, "Alright." He too felt the bugs crawling in his stomach, scared for his life—even if it didn't depend on what she had to think; but it sure felt like it. He swallowed down the knot in his throat and let his right knee bounce under the table in anticipation.

Arturia sat a little impatiently, trying to find a comfortable spot on her chair, as her eyes remained on him. If she was lucky, this was it; the moment he would tell her that he liked and, if she was even more luckier, they would probably kiss. Her heart beat fast at the thought of it, her green eyes glued to his face.

"I… uh, as I had said, I've thought about it—this whole entire time now. I guess it's been in the back of my mind ever since we broke things off," his eyes were drifting from hers as he became more anxious by the second, "Well…" He lifted his gaze back up at her, eyes set ablaze with determination like small flames.

Arturia blinked, biting the inside of her cheek real hard that she was starting to draw blood. She breathed out steadily, hoping not to give her anticipation out.

"I like you. I kno—I know it's wrong, it really is. But I like you still, even after this whole ordeal of being your teacher, about Grainne, about everything that has happened since I met you. I like you. A-And… I don't know anything anymore." He did it. He finally expressed his feelings, "I mean, I miss the times we went out to the park or on any other little date we had, and, well now, I think it's just best to let you know how I feel."

Arturia could not formulate proper words as her cheeks were warming up and she gulped, hearing her heart beat in her ears, "Uh…I…"

"That being said," a frown formed on his lips, realization dawning upon him after his long speech, "I'm your teacher, nothing's going to change that—sadly—and thus, although my feelings are clear and strong; we should just be friends. It would be better that way."

The poor girl's smile dropped and her brows knitted together, "What? Why? You just admitted that you liked me." She stood up from her seat, his eyes watching her every move, and sat on the chair next to him so that they would be closer and she could try and catch a glimpse of what he was truly thinking.

"Because I'm your teacher. We agreed that it wouldn't work out," he answered, the crimson conquering his cheeks entirely.

"No, you said it wasn't going to work out, I never agreed." Her stomach was probably doing some sort of dance as she decided to reach towards him and wrap her arms around his neck, her pale lips in a straight line. "I think we can work it out."

The male was a deep red and still as a rock. He cleared his throat and reached up to remove her hands from his neck but he heard her speak again, "Diarmuid, I really do like you. We can date, keep it a secret, and no one will know. We like one another and I really think that we should continue our relationship."

"Arturia, I'm your teacher a-and what if we get found out, what then?"

"But you weren't my teacher when we met. It's not fair. Please? Think about it, don't just say no without a thought of it. I think this can work out if we try."

Diarmuid shook his head, "This is a bad idea, no. Arturia, I'm much older than you."

"I know," she groaned, rolling her eyes, "but I'll be eighteen in February so it's all good. Just wait, like, two more months and it will be totally legal. Plus, you won't be my teacher during the second semester. Think about it and give me your answer by Friday." She let her arms slip from his neck and slide over his grass green button-up shirt. She could feel his strong build under her hands and then she retracted her hands as to not embarrass herself.

Diarmuid gulped and slowly shook his head, "You know—"

"We're both grown up," she eyed him after she knew he was going to oppose, "we can make an informed decision. Just think about it, we will talk about it later." She mumbled after having seen Jeanne peeking over the corner; checking up on them. Arturia gave her a nod as she was about to stand but Jeanne came running back and sat in the seat across from her, Cú Chulainn right behind.

They sat down next to each other, Jeanne blinking her violet eyes in order to receive some sort of sign of how the talk had gone…she didn't receive anything that could help her understand the situation.

"So…are you guys togeth—ow!" Cú Chulainn glared at the female next to him, "What was that for, Jeanne?" She had kicked him underneath the table for his insensitivity and now his shin was in severe pain. Jeanne might have been cute, gorgeous even, but a shin was a shin, "Geez."

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to hit you," she tried to play it off, "are you alright?" She landed a hand on his forearm, truth be told, she didn't mean to kick him as hard as she did and so she felt quite guilty and her concern wasn't completely an act.

His red eyes dropped to her hand that held his arm in place then they drifted back up to her, "It's alright…" He said before looking back at his brother, "Anyway, did you guys resolve it?"

Arturia shrugged, "We'll have to see," she smiled a little, "nothing's definite, though."

"As of now, that is," Diarmuid added and it caused Arturia to turn her face toward him in hope; was he actually considering it?

They sat and talked for a bit, the waitress had come to take their orders and soon returned with the drinks in hand. The girls were the ones that were leading the conversation while Cú Chulainn threw random questions at the fencer because he was still amazed that it was truly her; he was actually interested in her fencing skills.

After an hour or so, they all stood from the table and headed for their cars; Jeanne and Cú Chulainn went ahead chatting about their project a little more, "So we meet up for the project but that doesn't count as the date you owe me." Cú Chulainn stated as he led her to her car, "I hope you are aware of that."

"Okay. When are we doing that again?" She tilted her head whilst glancing at him. Her attitude was much more welcoming than it had been when he first purposed the idea.

"Hmmm…" The boy looked up as if he was searching his mind for a date, "How about Saturday? At around three in the afternoon, I might have planned something already." He turned to her and grinned, sharp canines showing with confidence.

"Um, do I have anything planned for then?" She thought about it a little, "I don't think so. It should be fine that day."

Cú Chulainn nodded, "Awesome." He chuckled, "I'll pick you up at about two thirty."

"Uh…" Jeanne blinked, "Do you even have a license?"

"I can drive," he answered with a smile on his lips.

"But, that's not what I asked… I asked if you had a license, not if you could drive…" She gave him a warning look.

Cú Chulainn chuckled nervously, "I have an Irish one? That's good enough, right?"

Jeanne frowned and nudged him on the shoulder a little playfully, "That won't work. Don't worry, I'll drive." She giggled. They got to the car and she pulled out her phone, "We should exchange numbers so that we can talk about the project and the outing, yeah?" She looked at him.

Cú Chulainn's eyes grew a little and he laughed, "Aw, you beat me to it, I was going to ask for your number."

Meanwhile, Arturia and Diarmuid took their time in even leaving the store; they were just walking next to each other, nothing much was said until they got to the parking lot, "Don't be late for class on Monday." He said.

"Are you thinking about telling me your answer?" She looked up at him, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

The tall man shrugged, shoving his hands into his jean's pockets, "We'll have to see."

Monday came and Jeanne sat down at her usual seat in History, waiting for the boy that sat next to her with a smile on her face. Arturia had filled in the gaps for her and she had said that Diarmuid and she would most likely end up together by Friday. Jeanne was starting to get more excited about the date that Cú Chulainn and she would go on, even if she did try to convince herself that it wasn't a date. She had not gone out with anyone other than Arturia for a couple of months now, so this was seeming like a pleasant outing.

Cú Chulainn arrived late for class and sat next to her with a frown on his lips. Jeanne had tried to greet him with a smile but he completely ignored her. She lifted blonde eyebrows in confusion but shrugged his cold behaviour off as having woken up on the wrong side of bed. The rest of the class had been a study period and Cú Chulainn did not even speak a single word to his female friend, a pissed expression on his face the entire time.

Jeanne collected her books and kept her smile as she looked at him make no effort to follow her out of the classroom, "You aren't walking me to class today? Finally realized you couldn't make it to physics on time?" She giggled, nothing could really ruin her mood as of now.

Cú Chulainn looked at her, a small glare in his eyes that threw her off, "Why don't you ask your boyfriend to do it? I wouldn't want to make him jealous." His tone was definitely passive aggressive.

"Boyfriend?" The short girl questioned before letting a laugh slip from her lips, "Okay then," her laugh died down, "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Of course you don't." He rolled his eyes and walked past her, probably heading off to class.

She tilted her head in confusion and shrugged it off, He'll be nicer by lunch, she assured herself before exiting her History class and slinging her duffle bag over her right shoulder while still keeping her school bag properly placed on her back. The walk to her next class was silent, and she was starting to miss having Cú Chulainn chatting about whatever he found interesting that morning, whether it be fencing or her hair.

Jeanne was the first to arrive at the lunch table, and so she sat down and pulled out her history book so that she would be able to finish her homework before she went home that afternoon. Student council had cancelled their meeting that day and she was looking forward to getting home and looking over the following day's lessons and making notes.

Arturia soon joined her, a smile on her lips as she sat next to her, "Hey, how were your classes?" She asked.

Jeanne lifted her head from her book and smiled, "Great! We learned about Agincourt, so that was awesome. And we did some weight lifting in gym." She answered her friend, "What about yours?"

"Data sheets, data sheets, data sheets," she referred to her first period business with a loud sigh, "And then we did a projectile lab in physics so we got to launch balls around the classroom—Gil got hit by a marble." She laughed and pulled money from her wallet, "Are you going to buy food?"

"No, I brought a boxed lunch, don't worry." Jeanne smiled and then turned back to her book.

"Okay, I'll go quickly before there's a line, I'll be back in like five minutes." As Arturia had promised, she returned around five minutes later with some fancy food and sat down at the table, Lancelot and Gawain had already arrived and sat opposite of the girls.

Jeanne was too focused on her work when something was smacked down on the table between Arturia and her, "Mind explaining what you are doing with Gilgamesh here?" Upon hearing the boy's name, she knew that Guinevere—who sounded rather cheated—was not talking about her, so she didn't even look at the magazine.

"Jeanne?" Guinevere's voice came again and Jeanne nodded.

"Let me just finish this sentence," she answered and did just that before lifting her face and smiling a Guinevere, "Hey, what's up?"

Guinevere's brown eyes doubled in size, "Don't 'what's up' me, Jeanne. What is the meaning of this?" She harshly pointed at a magazine that was what she had slapped on the table.

Jeanne furrowed her brows and looked over at her friends, the boys were silent as Arturia averted her gaze. The Frenchwoman looked down at the magazine and saw something that made her twist her lips into a frown, "Man, these magazines do love to spread rumors. I never thought it would happen to me." She was rather calm, "Wow, I'm on a magazine. Wow, my brother won't even believe this!"

"Jeanne, are you even reading it?" Guinevere crossed her arms over her chest.

Jeanne lifted her violet gaze to her friend and then dropped it back to the magazine before her. She took it in her hands. The picture demonstrated a couple, the girl with a ridiculously long blonde braid and a white dress was reaching up to the boy, who had an arm wrapped around her waist. His face was completely visible but you could not see the girl's face. The title, in big black outlined white letters read; 'MP Son's Mystery Girlfriend'. Other headings included, 'secret romance' and 'perfect couple', in fact, as Guinevere made her aware, the front cover was not the only page that held her. In the middle of the magazine, the pages were dedicated to her and her apparent style.

Some pictures were most likely obtained from the yearbook and others were taken in the past week. There did not seem to be any of the past Saturday so Jeanne was relieved. Albeit, her face was blurred, pictures of her nonetheless, "What? Are you serious? H-how did they even take these? Oh my gosh, I feel so violated right now, what?"

"Not only that, Jeanne, but look around and tell me what you see." Guinevere crossed her arms over her chest and Jeanne did as asked.

"No way," she had not noticed it that morning because she was much too focused on other things to realize, "are you kidding me?" A majority of the girls in the cafeteria wore their hair in braids—the magazine had declared it a new trend that made a girl beautiful and 'sophisticated' because pony tails were quote-on-quote lame. The realization dawned upon her and she furrowed her brows, "Don't tell me that this was what Cú Chulainn was referring to…"

"And this is why I didn't update my blog yesterday. I was going to have a special on Cú Chulainn but turns out you are with Gil." The brunette was very, very pissed; her jaw was clenched and her entire attitude gave off the vibe that she was about to attack Jeanne. Not because she liked Gil (because she didn't) but because she was not able to update her blog.

"What! We're not even together! You know what was happening in the cover picture?" She questioned.

"He looks like he's looking down at the love of his life, Jeanne. Look at his face."

"You see that guy that's blurred in the corner? Yeah, he was puking on the carpet! Who would lovingly look at each other when a guy is puking next to them? And, and, I was fixing his make-up cause this guy doesn't even know how to apply it!" Jeanne was defensive about her statement and then she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and saw Gilgamesh, "Thank goodness you're here." She gave a relieved sigh, "Tell them that there's nothing between us."

Gilgamesh looked down at her, golden hair up again because he didn't want to resemble the picture on the magazine, "Jeanne, look, I was tipsy that day. We might have kissed but it meant nothing. Plus, you know Arturia and I are together, things just can't work out between us…"

Jeanne's jaw had dropped and she gave him a look of confusion, "Gil, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that you should stop obsessing over me, Jeanne. I don't love you." He deadpanned.

She bolted up from her seat and wasted no time in slapping him square on the cheek, his pretty face following the movement, "Not everything is about you, you jerk! I thought we were—" she had lifted her hand to slap him again but he caught her wrist and she tried to pull her arm away but his grip was much too tight— "friends…" The look in his red eyes frightened Jeanne to the point that she froze.

"Who do you think you are to land a hand on me? Friends, don't be ridiculous, you're just the daughter of a poor family and the school's charity case. So don't act all high and mighty." He held her wrist tightly, "You have no right to raise a hand or your voice against me." In saying this, he prepared his hand in order to return the slap.

"You dare land a hand on her Gil and I will ruin you, let her go this instant." Arturia stood from her seat, a glare of her very own on her eyes and if looks could kill, Gilgamesh would be dead long ago.

Gilgamesh dropped his hand and squeezed Jeanne's wrist one last time before letting her go, "Remember your place, mongrel." He hissed before turning on his heel and leaving—many people already having their eyes upon them.

Lancelot stood from his seat and was ready to beat the snobby prince up again, but Jeanne called out to him, making his jaw clench, "Just let him go." Her voice was pained and she slowly sat down again at the table, "It doesn't matter."

"But Jeanne, he would have slapped you if Arturia didn't intervene and you would just let that go?" Lancelot looked at her as if she had lost her mind.

"There's no point in going after him, he isn't going to change his mind." She answered as she packed her books, "Let's just finish our lunch."

Guinevere frowned, "Now I know who to expose next on my blog," she grit her teeth, "he isn't leaving without a scratch."

Jeanne sighed, "You don't need to do anything… It's alright." She then felt a hand on her shoulder and a reassuring squeeze on it. She looked up at Arturia who held a solemn smile on her face.

"It's going to be alright."

Jeanne was naïve to think that nothing would ruin her day, she should have known that Gilgamesh would always be the cause of her blue attitude. She slowly nodded at her friend's comment and began to untie her braid out of pure frustration.