Chapter 2—Rumors
When he found the dining hall the next morning, Artemis found many of the girls were smiling at him. He just wished he knew why. I mean, he looked like an idiot, wearing a shirt from Abercrombie, (the horror!) khakis and sneakers. His dark hair was not slicked back. This irritated him greatly because some of the front strands of hair kept falling in front of his face.
He grabbed a plate of scrambled eggs—if he could call it food, and proceeded to eat it, at a table by himself. The same group of girls wearing skimpy clothing he passed yesterday came and sat next to him.
"Do you mind if we sat here?" The blonde asked.
"Actually, I do mind." he replied coldly.
The girls giggled, and sat down next to him anyways, and asked him all sorts of questions, where he came from, why he changed schools, his name, birthday, favorite color, anything they could think of. The bell rang to signify that class started, and right when Artemis thought he was going to escape, the blonde grabbed his wrist and pulled him into her.
She whispered to him, "after class, you wanna go someplace private and…study?" She ran her fingers down his chest, and winked before joining her friends.
He gulped visibly, trying to rid himself of the shaky feeling he got when she ran her fingers down his chest, and stared after her. He then shook his head a little to clear his thoughts, and started to walk down the hall when a male voice called out to him.
"Lana Goldings? The blonde one that just talk to you? You should feel honored. She only goes after the guys she thinks are hott. You are one lucky guy. Don't waste this chance, she's REALLY easy, so get her alone. I'd suggest the apple orchid, that place is private." He winked knowingly at him.
The boy stuck out his hand and said, "You must be Artemis Fowl, my roommate. I'm Mike Samdune. I'm in a lot of your classes."
Great, thought Artemis. I'm roommates with a sex-crazed idiot. How did he get into this school? Ah yes, money.
"Yo, dude. AP chem. is this way." He pointed down a hallway. And my roommate managed to get into an AP class. Just great.
"Oh, alright. Thank you" Artemis said to Mike, trying to keep the contempt out of his voice. Dude!
Chemistry was the easiest class that Artemis has ever been to. He stared idly out the window, as they covered topics he mastered at age ten. It was unfortunate that he was stuck here, but luckily, he was doing the last three years of high school in one year to get it over with. It would be the easiest thing he ever did, as he recalled the life threatening missions with Holly- class was nothing in comparison.
All his other classes, including the classes for seniors were ridiculously easy. He didn't do gym or lunch, but substituted classes instead, and he attended a class before school, and one extra after. He could get as many classes done this way.
The first day of school was a breeze, except when he had to escape Lana Goldings, the school slut. He hated that she made his hormones get messed up, so he avoided her at all costs.
Artemis was sitting under an apple tree he found, with his laptop, typing at a fast speed finishing one of his pathetically easy lab reports. Someone rustled the leaves on the ground, and he looked up. The figure was obviously a girl; she had golden wavy hair, tan skin, and bright teal eyes. She was by no means tall, and there was something elfish about her, that reminded him of Holly. (AN: no, its def not Holly in disguise).
She had a sarcastic bad-ass attitude going on, and clad a skimpy black tank top with a pair of jeans, and black flip-flops. She had black eyeliner on too. Artemis noticed with closer inspection she has a pierced belly button with a dangling silver charm. She would've looked sweet, angelic even, but her charisma said anything but that.
She spoke, "Yo, kid. You wanna be by yourself or can I sit here too?"
Strangely enough, Artemis found himself saying, "Oh no, you can stay. Come on, sit down." His eyes were trained on her tank top, and her belly ring. He noticed the silver piercing on her stomach sort of…shimmered. Well, of course it would shimmer, he thought to himself. It's silver after all. He finally pulled his eyes to her face, lingering on the cleavage her tank top was showing. Damnit, he thought to himself. What's gotten into me? STOP STARING at her!
"You wanna stop staring at me?" The girl said with a smirk.
Artemis cleared his throat. "Uh, sorry." He jerked his head back to his laptop.
"So you think I'm attractive?" the mystery girl said.
"I never said that!" Artemis responded defensively.
"But you think I am."
"What gives you that outlandish idea?"
"Mr. Artemis Fowl the Second, I saw you checking me out. You might want to be a little less obvious next time."
"How do you know my name?" And how do you make me feel so stupid, when I am clearly the smarter one out of the two of us?
"Uh…you are from the Fowl family, one of the oldest richest families in the UK, suspected to go in the black market, and in illegal stock trading. Rumor has it, that you are the one responsible for putting your families' riches back to the top of the list. Oh yea, you happen to be the smartest kid in Europe."
"And do you believe these rumors?" he said with a smirk.
"Every single one of them."
"You know about me, but who are you?"
"Kashia Delouise. Age fifteen, sophomore, certified genius." She had a triumphant look on her face when she said the last one.
"Yes, you may have adequate intelligence, but your IQ is still much lower than mine, genius or not."
"You are so stuck up."
Artemis didn't know how to respond at first. No one ever talked to him like that, questioning him, and his intelligence. "Yes, I suppose I am stuck up." He answered. "But why would you care anyways?"
"I don't really like talking to rude people."
"I'm not rude! I just tell the truth!" Artemis wondered why in the world he ever cared what Kashia thought.
"Yea, but you're so…cold and sarcastic. You could try being nice for once."
"I could, that's true, but I wouldn't. And you aren't the nicest person either."
"Takes one to know one. Anyways, rumor ALSO has it, that your mom burned all your Armani suits and forced you to wear the clothes your wearing now."
"That's…partially true. Although she didn't burn them. She also disposed of my hair gel as well."
"Ewwwwww! You really wore suits everyday and gelled your hair? I'd have burned your clothes too, I don't blame your mom. I wouldn't have talked to you if you wore a suit. That's just pain nastyyy."
He raised his eyebrows. "No one asked your opinion."
Kashia stood abruptly. "Whatever. It's getting dark, I should leave now. I have to do homework and stuff."
"Well, goodbye then."
"Please, it wouldn't hurt to be formal. But I'll see you around, Arty" She said sarcastically.
Unexpectedly, Kashia suddenly bent down and whispered in his ear seductively, "And the latest rumor I heard is that you've never been kissed."
With that she walked away, leaving Artemis with the remaining tingling on his face where her breath just was.
Scowling after realizing he hadn't finished his lab report, he snapped his laptop shut, but then realized he didn't care too much, as he watched her retreating form.
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Author's Note: Like it? Hate it? review! It doesn't take that long…just a push of a button and a few words.
Do you guys like Kashia? Too…something? don't worry, she wont be a mary sue. youll see in the future chapters.
I forgot to say that Artemis fowl is not mine…I wish though. Kashia however is mine, as well as any other characters u don't recognize.
