~Author's Note~

This was supposed to be updated like on Valentine's but I couldn't finish it until now. I've had a huge writer's block for this fic and I've lost a lot of confidence in it. I will finish it, but it might be crappy, tbh. Okay enough about my struggles, please, enjoy~!

Sincerely,

~Ms. AtomicBomb

Arturia was falling asleep in class. The semester had ended and she was no longer a student of Diarmuid. It was a great thing, though, in her mind. A lot happened in the new year. Her father, for instance, had decided to take a business trip to England and her sister also returned. It was hard to see Morgana go once again, but her life was in the UK and not in this city. Diarmuid had not answered Arturia's question on Christmas evening and that had caused their relationship to sour up. Writing her exam filled her with anxiousness because she simply did not feel comfortable being in the same room as Diarmuid.

"Diarmuid and I were talking yesterday," Jeanne spoke. Since Cú and her were dating, she once went over to their house and Diarmuid welcomed her with open arms, allowing her to visit as much as she wanted. Of course, there weren't many days she was free, but yesterday happened to be a day she strolled by for a visit.

Arturia didn't make a single sound, her pen drawing circles on the blank lined paper as the teacher typed away on her computer. The girls made sure to share the same English class when they were choosing electives and Arturia had even requested to change her schedule when the girls had ended up in different classes. The overheads were being thoroughly written down by the French girl but Arturia was not in the mood of class.

It was Valentine's Day and she was feeling upset because of the iffy relationship with Diarmuid. The last Valentine's Day she had ever spent with someone other than Jeanne was way back when she was dating Lancelot around two years prior. They had gone out to the movies because none of them had actually planned anything special, since Arturia's birthday had been just around the corner and called for a bigger celebration. Sure the boy had gotten her roses and a box of chocolates, but when didn't he?

"Well, he asked if we were going to do anything today. Obviously, I told him that we only hung out together on Valentine's." Jeanne smiled as she set her pen down on the desk after having finished copying the current slide down, "But how we did in Tenth grade, you went out with Lance at like eight. Instead of that, I was thinking we should go over to their place and stay until five or something and we spend the night together at my place. Girl's Night out style of binging movies."

Arturia lifted her head a little, leaning on her limp arm that was stretched across the desk, and still continued to draw circles and squiggles on the corner of her paper, "I would prefer not. Plus, it would be best for you to spend time with Cú since you both have just started dating. It would be your first time sharing a Valentine's Day with a boyfriend."

Jeanne groaned, rolling her violet eyes a bit, "Stop right there." She huffed, "You know I love you much more than anyone else—that's not my family, of course. Valentine's Day is about being with people you love, and we are best friends. Friends come first at this point in time."

The Englishwoman ran a hand through her hair, closing her eyes for a little bit before leaning back on her chair and dropping her pen, "It's okay if you go see Cú."

"Well, first let's talk about Dia." They were sitting at the back right corner of the class, closest to the door and far enough away for anyone to really hear their whispered conversation, "It's been a month and a half, you guys need to talk."

"We have been talking." She replied, her lips a pout as she crossed her arms, slumping in her seat a bit more.

The chitter chatter of the class caused the teacher to switch the slide and a chorus of sighs interrupted their talking as everyone lifted their pens again, Jeanne not failing to follow through. She was quick to catch up, her pen rapidly scribbling down, "You know, he seemed like he really wanted to see you."

"Then why is it that he does not say so? If he is so very keen on seeing me, it should not prove him any difficult to come to me or inform me." Her green eyes flickered towards the clock on the wall, the second hand agonizingly ticking away.

"He loves you, I'm sure he does, Arturia."

"Love is a strong word, and if he does love anyone; it is surely Youth."

Jeanne had to refrain from rolling her eyes. She stopped writing, dropped her pen and took a deep, long breath. She rubbed her face, smudging a bit of lead on her cheeks without her knowledge; Arturia was acting stupid. Yes, Jeanne could see where she was coming from, but she was acting ridiculous.

"You act as if there is something wrong with me, why is that? I, for once, am thinking logically; I do hope you realize that."

Jeanne scoffed, "Of course you are, and you clearly know what you are doing. That is why you are acting petty."

"Petty?" Arturia gasped, "Are you serious? "

The violet-eyed female made no comment, her eyes only flickering towards Arturia before focusing on the new slide.

Lunch time had arrived with many proclamations of love to many students. Lancelot had gotten a handful of chocolate while Gawain filled his backpack to the point he could barely close it anymore. Guinevere was seated with a smile on her face as she shoved some chocolates into her mouth, she never got upset that girls confessed their love to Lancelot because that meant she got free stuff.

"Wow, Gawain, you got the jackpot today," she commented, eyeing his bag the way a vulture would with it's prey.

Gawain grinned, "Of course, I am single after all." He stated, popping his collar and making a 'sexy' face which caused Guinevere to roll her eyes and lean onto her boyfriend.

"Oh," she shot back up, "I just remembered something!"

Arturia and Jeanne had trickled in just in time, they took their usual seats at the table and Arturia gave her usual unamused expression while Jeanne gave a prompt nod.

"Do you guys remember our bet?" Guinevere chirped, batting her eyelashes, "I had nearly forgotten!"

"What bet?" Cu had so conveniently arrived while the memory dawned upon Jeanne, "I definitely want to get in on this."

Guinevere frowned, "Sorry Cu," she sighed, "The bet is over. The great news, though, is that I won!" She clapped her hands together, "Okay guys—and girls—time to cash in your bets!" She sung.

"What bet?" Gawain mumbled through his chocolate stuffed mouth.

Guinevere grinned, leaning unto the table as a chuckle slipped her mouth, "Oh boy, am I glad you asked. You see," she turned towards the table, talking mostly now to Cu, "we made a bet, a few months back. Lancey-baby and Artie bet two hundred fifty, Gawain went with three hundred. Jeanne, finally, bet five hundred—"

"Five hundred?" Cu nearly gasped, "What?"

"—cents." The brunette finished her sentence.

"Oh, god you nearly gave me a heart attack." The blue-haired man sighed as he held his chest, "So, what was this bet about? Four on one seems interesting to me."

By now, the entire table was silent, looking in different directions, omitting their responsibility of owning up to the bet. Jeanne, however, was beet red while she stared straight down at her food, not even moving a single inch.

Another chuckle slipped from playful pink lips, "We made a bet that you and Jeanne wouldn't or would end up dating. I was right, you guys got together."

Cu furrowed his brows, "And Jeanne bet against us?"

"Mhm," Guinevere confirmed with a short nod, both her and the red-eyed male looking over at Jeanne while the others pretended there was nothing going on.

The boy looked at Jeanne, she could feel his eyes glaring at her and then—to her surprise—he patted her head, chuckles flowing from his mouth and his chest rose and fell, "I would say that I'm a little hurt, but now I know Jeanne has too much pride to have admitted she liked me."

Jeanne pouted and then a small whisper came from her lips, "I'm sorry."

"Look at her, she's adorable when she pouts!" Cu drew and arm around her shoulders and pulled her towards himself, ruffling her hair with his free hand.

Jeanne looked upset with the teasing but the glitter in her eyes gave her away. She was hiding her relief, and Guinevere could tell.

They were all interrupted by the undeniable squealing of some girls and the awkward 'Thank you' of a man. Guinevere was quick to look out at the scene, a gasp catching in her throat, "I-I just remembered!"

"You keep remembering odd things today," Arturia deadpanned, "and not any good ones."

"You're only salty you owe me money," Guin grinned, "Look, it's bae," she glanced over at the man that had a line of girls waiting to give him chocolate.

Arturia bit the inside of her cheek and then sighed, "So, what about Ua Duibhne?"

Guinevere was already arms deep in her bag, ruffling through it's contents in urgency. She was obviously looking for something, what—although—was unknown to the rest of the group. Finally, she pulled out a small box, as if it were some sort of treasure or Excalibur, "Behold, my people," she spoke the way a queen would to her subjects, "within the contents of this box are my unrequited feelings."

Everyone had a quizzical look on their face, looking in between a majestic Guinevere and unfazed Lancelot.

"Chocolates?" Gawain asked, his head tilting slightly, "Why?"

Guinevere blinked, "You have no heart." She shook her head, "Look here, peasant, these are for the apple of my eye."

"Lancelot? But aren't you already dating?" Jeanne lifted a brow.

"Ugh," the brunette grunted as she set the small box of chocolates down, "These are for Diarmuid. It's only three chocolates but at least it's something." Guinevere loved Lancelot. She did. Though, she had no problem admiring the beauty of other man—much more unattainable men. You see, she had many celebrity crushes and she saw Diarmuid as one. Lancelot also did not have a problem with it, he knew he could trust the young woman.

"How about you accompany me, Artie?" Guinevere sung, winking at her friend.

Arturia grimaced, "No." Don't get her wrong, she had nothing against Guinevere giving chocolates to her boyfriend, but she definitely did not want to see Diarmuid at the moment.

"Oh, come on!"

"Why don't you take Gawain? Or Lancelot?"

Guinevere shot her an even look, "Arturia. They're boys and one happens to be my boyfriend; that's won't do."

Arturia huffed, leaning her chin on her palm, "And Jeanne?"

"She's enjoying her time with Cu," The brunette had already rounded the table, "Now, let's go!" She grabbed the short blonde's wrist and pulled her to a standing position, "Time is running out and lunch time will be over soon!"

Guinevere possessed great strength when she wanted something done her way, and that meant she dragged Arturia against her will to get to Diarmuid. It took them a long while to reach the front of the line, but it was worth it for the brunette, "Oh, hello sir!"

"Hello," he looked down at the two girls a small smile on his lips and did his eyes just brighten up?

"Sir, I got you some chocolates. Obviously, I know you have a bunch, now, but," she shrugged, "I spent a lot of time getting these, so I do hope you enjoy."

"Thank you girls." He had a tender look in his eyes as the settled on Arturia, but Guinevere didn't know him well enough to notice the change in his gaze.

"Girl." Arturia corrected, "Guinevere is the only one that is involved in this ordeal; she simply dragged me along."

"Ah, well then, how about you two swing by my office?" He asked, trying not to seem fazed by the cold demeanour of the blonde, "Since I have way too much chocolate, I'll share some with you. Then, I'll have enough space to have your chocolates."

"Really?" Guin giggled, "We'd love to come around."

"No." Arturia deadpanned.

Guin elbowed her in the gut, "We'll be there, don't even doubt it!"