Mero: Oh, no! I think everyone's given up on this fic because I haven't updated in so long! Gomen nasai! Please forgive me! Our computer got stolen and I couldn't update! But, I've got a new one now, and I'm finally updating! Yay! PS - This story is NOT Artemis/Isadora. They're simply very good friends. Klaus/Izzy all the way!
Lunch was... horrible, demeaning, treacherous, unfortunate, bad, crappy, sucky, nasty, ugly, stupid, mortifying...
In a nutshell, it was Carmelita Spats.
THE Carmelita Spats... You know... the one with the long, brown ringlets that were similar in beauty to a dried cat turd; deep pools of brown, feigning the Prufrock Preparatory School's septic system.
"Artemis," she said in that 'I'm sexy for the queen of sewage' tone, "Why don't you sit with... us?" She gestured to a group of swooning fangirls behind her.
Artemis sighed in frustration, and Isadora, seated between Artemis and Klaus, shot a condescending glare at Carmelita and company. Many of the swooning fangirls turning into gasping fangirls.
"Like, OMG! This is, like, soooo not kewl! That Quagmire ho, like, likes Artemis!" one of them yelled in a repulsiver, bubbly, voice.
Artemis arched a thin eyebrow. He wouldn't let anyone talk about Isadora that way. After all, she HAD been the first person to try to be friends with Artemis when he first arrived, and she treated him as an equal. She didn't fawn or swoon over him, either. She may not be as intellegent as he, but she was pretty smart.
He shot his meanest, most threatening glare in the direction of the group of girls, "Leave."
"But, Artyyyyyyy" Carmelita begged, clamping onto his arm and shooting him with her best puppy pout. Which didn't work.
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"FINE!" Carmelita shrieked, releasing Artemis from her stronghold, "You WILL eat lunch with me!"
Artemis rolled his eyes.
Carmelita turned to face her troops, "Okay, girls," she whispered, "Count of three... Grab him and RUN."
"One..."
"Threeeeeee!!!" a random girl yelled excitedly, and all of the girls stampeded Artemis, snatching him from his seat, against his, Isadora's, Klaus's, Sunny's, Violet's, and Duncan's wishes. Isadora and Klaus each grabbed one of Artemis's thin wrists, pulling with all their might. And Sunny gave one unlucky girl a nasty bite on the ankle. Violet and Duncan, the most mature of the group (after Artemis, of course), tried calming the others down as the stampede disappeared... with Artemis.
"No!" Sunny shrieked, which meant something along the lines of "Artemis's been kidnapped and forced to eat with Carmelita!"
Violet and Klaus nodded sullenly, Duncan slammed his fist onto the table in rage, and Isadora thought. And thought and thought and thought.
Meanwhile, at the evil villain's lair (AKA, the snob table), Artemis was beginning to panic... only a little. After Carmelita had shoved herself upon him, begging him for a kiss, his appetite was completely gone, and his breakfast was threatening to come up.
"Oh, Artemis"
"Artemis, marry me!"
"We can run away together, oh, Artemis!"
"Do you want to come to my dorm tonight, Artemis?"
Yeah, here comes his breakfast.
Mero: Sorry! This chappie's short! Please review!!