A/N: Slightly OOC. I've been procrastinating typing it, I'm sorry. Also this chapter is shorter than the last. Oops… I have an idea for the next, so it will (hopefully) be longer. R&R appreciated.

Word count: 406

Football practice. Arthur thought excitedly. The cheerleading squad always practiced on the field next to them, so he got to go see Gwenivire.

Arthur got to the locker room and passed Leon and Gwaine to get to his own locker on the end. On the other side of them, Percy was eyeing Gwaine as he stripped and Lancelot was digging through his locker for his jersey.

"Are you ever going to clean that thing out?" Arthur asked, pulling off his own shirt.

"Never," Percy joked, tearing his eyes away from Gwaine to look briefly at Lance.

"Oh, shut it, Percy. Yours isn't much better," Lance replied as he finally retrieved the balled red and gold up jersey.

"At least I can find mine…" The 4 boys burst into laughter.

After practice, Arthur approached the two cheerleaders: Gwenivire and Freya.

"Freya," Arthur said with a short nod of his head. "Could you give me and Gwenivire a moment?"

Freya flashed him a knowing smile – or was it a smirk? "Of course."

When the two were left alone, Arthur cupped Gwen's face in his hands, capturing her lips. He tried to block out the thoughts of a certain pale, raven haired boy beneath his hands instead of the shorter woman when she wrapped her arms around his neck. Arthur pulled away, panting softly.

"Locker room?"

Arthur's shirt had already been pulled off and they were lost in their sea of quiet moans. The blonde had long since stopped thoughts of Merlin. Gwen's gentle caresses to his groin weren't helping much either. She sucked on a spot on his neck and he knew it wouldn't be long before he did something he would regret. He bit his lip, hard, as she sped up her hand. His face flushed a bright red.

"M-Merlin…" he moaned.

The warmth was pulled away from him. Arthur eyes shot open. Tears were forming in Gwen's eyes.

"Merlin?" she asked, disgust clear in her voice.

"No, Gwenivire, I didn't mean-"

"You didn't mean what, Arthur?! You clearly want… Merlin," she scrunched up her face at the name, "not me. So… don't expect me to come crawling back to you!"

The brunette wiped at the tears on her face. "Goodbye, Arthur…"

And she was gone.

Arthur sighed and laid his head back on the lockers, completely unaware of the long haired bloke standing pressed against the other side. Gwaine had overheard the whole thing.