Well, you wanted it, so here it is... a couple months late. :) Sorry, Legolas people, I just had to make him all prissy...
"Undomiel, you going anywhere after school?" Aragorn yelled over the crowded corridor. They had been talking, when the Anti-Hereditary Stewardship protestors came through. Now they were screaming over the crowd's "Do you want Boromir? NO! Who do you want? insert the fad geek of the week! What do you get rid of? HEREDITARY SUCCESSION!" Blah, blah, blah.
"No!" she screamed back. The impact of the words didn't hit her. "You?"
"Nope! Pizza good?" he looked on the verge of pulling out his sword and taking a good whack at the jostling protestors. "After school?" Aragorn smiled at her, devastatingly hot. Even though two seconds later, he began yelling at a kid who had gotten in his way and looked very... Orcish.
"Um, okay, fine with me." Arwen continued moving slowly down the hall, staring at him. She nearly walked over a teacher, almost kicked an innocent kid, and got yelled at by one of the football players for being "a ninth grade freak" after she knocked his books out of his hands. Humph, she thought. Serves him right. Who said I was in ninth anyway! Being a tenth grader meant you were somewhat above the newbies. As the crowds died down, they were able to actually walk together.
"Well, I have English in five minutes, so see you later." He dashed off, leaving Arwen standing there in her grey and blue sweater set. She stayed blankly there until Éowyn caught up to her and shook her like a puppy.
"Hello! Arwen? Are you there?" Éowyn playfully knocked on her head. "Anybody home?" Taking a quick glance at the sweater set and giving a small groan, she turned her attention back onto Arwen. "C'mon, what is it?" She wrapped her arm around the slightly shorter girl.
"Oh, nothing. I'm just going to go and get pizza with Aragorn... wait..." Arwen realized what she had just said and started shrieking. "OMG, I am going to get pizza with ARAGORN after school! Oh yeah!" She jumped up and down, luckily getting no stares because she was amazingly popular. Instead, some girls started jumping up and down too and running over to her to congratulate her. Éowyn got lost in the flock and hurried off to her next class.
"OMG, I am going to get pizza with ARAGORN after school! Oh yeah!" The screaming could be heard ten doors down in Aragorn's class. Everyone looked at him, and his best friend, Halabrad, commented, "Well, I see you've made one very happy catch."
"Shut up," Aragorn snarled. All turned their heads back to the front and chatted with friends again. He was tired of Halabrad talking about his love life. His friend from the school football team, the Rangers, Halabrad had no luck with girls and therefore bugged everyone about their girlfriends or dates until they had no choice but to a) walk away and make sure he didn't follow b) make him totally miss a pass or c) kick, punch or use some other form of bodily punishment. He was still a very good friend. "Get yourself a girlfriend and maybe you'll see what they do."
"I wish," Halabrad said. He turned his head and began making conversation with the girl behind Aragorn. Aragorn took a pencil from the pocket of his pants and scribbled on a notebook he had open. Had he been completely crazy to invite Arwen for pizza?
"Ok people!" The teacher entered, comb in hand and Merrel covered feet making no noise on the floor. He was young looking, almost Aragorn's age as far as he could tell, and had immaculate blonde hair. "Welcome to English. This term we will be studying," he tacked a poster on the board, "Rohirric." The entire class groaned. They always started with the Rohan and had completely memorized the course. Then they looked at the poster. Unlike the nice beginning of the year posters most teachers put up, this one read:
The Rohan
The Rohan people are known for strong drink, bad manners and having absolutely no tact. They love noise, horses and the colors green and brown. I find the Rohan people somewhere between despicable and completely neutral. They are a wild type and they always muss my hair!
A comic of Legolas and a Rohirric man finished it off.
Several of the Rohirric students started yelling and one threw an eraser at the him. Another threw a badly-aimed tomato and it splattered over the blackboard. Some dripped onto the teacher's blue shirt and black pants. He shrieked, even making the shriekiest girls cover their ears. The geeks Wormtongue and Figwit in the back had actually started doing something other than reading - they were arguing over whether Legolas would be sent to South Gondor or East Rohan for his offense in teaching.
"Well, that's a new concept," Halabrad said. "Teacher insults our greatest rivals on first day and lead quarterback just sits. Hmm..." He poked Aragorn. "Wanna squeal?"
Aragorn smiled. "Whatever. Nothing more fun than getting a teacher in trouble."
"Éowyn!" Haleth shouted, his arm around his loving girlfriend, walking down the stairs. "Lover boy attack!" Éowyn turned from looking up to looking straight into Faramir's eyes. And getting his hair in her face.
"Uh..." she said, pulling his hair out of the way, "hi, Faramir. Did Boromir want to tell Éomer something? That's why they have IM, you know." She raised an eyebrow.
Faramir stuttered, "N-no... um... you know... K-k-kingdom of V-v-alinor... yeah." He looked down at his boots. "Um... our date?" She just stared at him. Everyone else did too.
Pulling him down the stairs, she muttered, "Let's talk over here," gave everyone the finger (how many times did people have to stare - so what if she was the new item!) and pushed him behind a bush that flanked the massive stairs. "Ok, what?"
"Um... Kingdom of Valinor? You said you would come..." A look that she swore came out of one of those puppy dog movies appeared on his face. Ew...
"Fine!" She grabbed his hand and strode towards the parking lot. He looked estactic. "Have we got transportation?"