A/N: Okay so the title is bull, we all know secondary school is the worst thing since you started attending. But this is a fluffy Merthur AU set in high school... And it mostly fixates on the good, which is why I called it this. I mean if I were to tell you the whole back story it'd probably get sad again, but I'm trying not to think about Merlin left for all those hundreds of years all my his lonesome. So lets focus on the part where I actually wrote a fluffy Merthur story okay? Okay.

And as always,

Enjoy :)

Arthur is the new kid. The hot new kid. Whom also, much to the dismay of every female (and male), is not at all interested in dating. He flirts sure, flirts with everyone. He's a borderline ass -like most high school guys. But hasn't banged every girl on the cheerleading team (none of whom would complain).

It's try-outs. Even the coach knows Arthur'll make the team, but he has to do the try-outs to make it official. And Arthur is a very athletic young man -he was on the team at his old school- who enjoys sports, so he doesn't have a problem trying out for a team he's already on.

His team mates, however, are asses. They think they're funny, constantly joking about Arthur's lack of 'hook ups'.

"Come on!" A taller, brunette team mate shouted, "You've got to be getting some somewhere!"

"Yeah! Arthur you can't even go 3 hours without a smoke! I bet you can't even go a week without hitting something!" Someone else shouted.

They were in the locker room, and somehow the conversation had turned to Arthur's sex drive. Which Arthur could be more bothered about.

"Arthur, just tell us who you're hitting!" The voice floated from the other side of the locker room, Arthur smirked at having so many good looking, sporty guys wrapped around his finger -hanging onto his every word.

After a moment of consideration, Arthur finally spoke, "...I will give you guys 'can't even go a week without hitting som'in'" He smirked again, and the locker room broke out in cheers, wolf whistles, whoops. Luckily for Arthur, the coach called them out before he anyone asked for specifics.

The try-outs was no big whoop. They ended with a quick game, ending sweaty and out of breath. After showering -thankfully the team had moved onto a subject other than Arthur's sex life- the boys went to the nearby supermarket, bought food and drinks, and sat down on the field. They aren't just team mates -they're friends. The team try to eat together after practice whenever they could, which is more often since Arthur joined.

"Hey," the guy kept his voice fairly quiet, but above the smaller spatters of conversation between the team mates sprawled on the grass, "Hey! Who's that?" He nodded his head towards the small gathering of trees at the other end of the field and everyone followed his gaze. There was a small scrawny looking person sat at the foot of one of the trees. Reading by the looks of it, but possibly studying...

"I can barely see if it's a he or a she, how am I supposed to tell who it is!" Someone else laughed, turning back to his sandwich.

After a sequence of heartbeats, everyone turned back to their sandwiches and conversations.

*same time next week*

"Hey! It's that...whoever that is- again!" The team looked over to the trees again, and sure enough, the same small-ish figure was sat leaning against the same tree. This time with a laptop and...a notebook? A textbook?

"I wonder who that is..."

"What're they doin' over there?"

There was a murmur of slightly rhetorical questions among the group. But no one answered, so they just hung in the air.

"I'm gonna go say hi," someone muttered, grabbing a can of Cola and jogging across the field.

The whole team watched, fixated, as whoever was sat in the trees didn't even notice their friend running up to them.

They watched as a conversation obviously unfurled. The figure taking the offered can timidly, their team mate leaning against the tree -probably flirting, but more likely causal. After what didn't seem like nearly enough time to have a conversation, their friend was jogging back, shaking his head slightly. The figure was watching him jog back, looking at the group sat on the field.

"Well?" Someone asked when they were in earshot.

"Emrys, Merlin. I think he's in my English lit class... I recognise him from somewhere..." He dropped down onto the grass when he reached the group, "cute, would-"

"Merlin?" Arthur piped up suddenly, hearing what his friend had said.

"...Yeah...Why you know him?" the guy next to him asked, eyebrows raised.

"He's in my creative writing class," Arthur grunted, jumping up, "...and history and English and...probably more," he grunted, running a hand through his hair, "the guy's a genius," he laughed courtly and started jogging over to Merlin, shouting back, "Dude's also my creative writing partner, I need to ask him about the homework!"

"Hey!" Arthur shouted, making Merlin jump slightly -which made Arthur chuckle quietly.

"...hey..." he spoke softly, glancing at Arthur briefly before turning his attention back to his laptop.

"What's up?" Arthur asked cheerily, which was just his character -he's friendly.

"Arthur, why are you over here? Go back to your friends, I need to finish this," Merlin spoke fast, without so much as slowing his typing down. He knew Arthur, knew that he could be bugging him for several reasons, none of which were more important than the paper he was currently writing.

"I-er-" Arthur stumbled over his words, deciding to just get to the point, "I dunno, just wanted to say hi... I got bored of those lot," he jabbed his thumb over his shoulder towards the group of young men who were watching the two with hungry eyes, "I dunno... Thought you'd be more interesting conversation..but you're busy, it's fine. I'll leave you be, let you work," Arthur beamed, showing Merlin he was being truthful, "See you later Merlin!"

"Uh huh," Merlin mumbled, peering at the open textbook lying open beside his knee. Arthur smiled, and turned around to leave, but after a few steps turned back around and looked at Merlin. Who was looking at him. They both smiled and Arthur jogged back to his friends. Merlin eventually went back to his paper. And Arthur wiped that smug look off his face before he reached his friends, he settled for an amused smirk.

"So?" Someone asked after Arthur had sat down and not said anything.

"So what?" Arthur's head shot up, to find every single set of eyes on him.

"So what happened?!" Someone else squeaked.

"...Nothing..." Arthur said slowly, "He's busy, I'll ask him if I see him tomorrow, if not I'll ask him on Monday in English." When that didn't stop the guys from staring at him he added, "What? That not satisfy you guys?" Arthur laughed and shook his head, "Fine, I got his number and he's who I'm going to be banging all weekend," which was apparently the 'so' they were looking for, because the whole team seemed to stop breathing. Arthur was starting to think the world has frozen because nobody moved, but suddenly, in sync, the whole team turned to look at Merlin -who was still sat working under the trees- and turned back to Arthur, mouths hanging open.

"I knew it!"

"Wait! Wait! Who won the bet?"

"Who betted it was a smarty pants?"

The whole team started talking over each other, gradually getting louder. But silence fell when Arthur started rolling around on the grass, banging his fists on the soft ground.

"You guys have bets on who I'm banging!?" Arthur gasped for air, "Oh that's great! Oh! O! Ah!" He propped himself up on his elbow calmed his breathing, wiping a fake tear from his eye, "So what are the bets?"

"Er...cheerleader."

"One of the Goths."

"I think teacher."

"There are a couple betting on smarty pants."

"One of us..."

"Someone from the Uni down the road."

"I bet on the coach, how else does the new kid get on the team so fast!"

"Because he's a fucking good player! You've seen him play!"

"Girls, girls!" Arthur held up his hands, stopping the argument before it started, "You're all pretty! But seriously? Like I would bang one of you and not brag about it!" They all laughed at that. And Arthur thought they'd changed the subject -he was wrong.

"So...if you're not banging Merlin...or one of us..who are you banging?" And once that thought had been voiced, they wouldn't let it go.

*almost an hour later -which had been spent debating who Arthur had been secretly 'banging' behind his friends' back*

"Okay! Okay!" Arthur shouted, admitting defeat, "What can I do to convince you that I'm not secretly banging the captain of the cheer team?"

"...No...he's banging her..." Someone muttered, pointing at the guy sat next to him.

"FINE, whoever you think I'm banging!" Arthur said, exasperated, the subject of who he was banging stopped being funny 48 minutes ago.

"Hang on," the guy who spoke fished his phone out of his trousers and started typing. They put it together rather fast and everyone dug their phones out and hid the screens away from Arthur. A few moments later everyone's phone went off. A resounding 'hmmm' followed shortly after.

"That's a good idea actually..."

"And it'd be funny either way..."

"Yeah, I can't see an ending where that doesn't end in a laugh..."

Arthur was starting to sweat, "...What?"

The guy sitting next to him passed his phone over so Arthur could read it;

I dare Arthur to kiss Merlin

"What?" Arthur asked, confused, "How...how would that convince you... You know what. If it'll get your focus away from my penis then fine."

Ignoring the looks of awe painted on his friend's faces, he stood up, brushed himself off and wandered over to where Merlin was still sat.

"Back for more?" Merlin asked, not looking over.

Arthur chuckled, "Yeah."

He looked up at that, "You okay?"

"Er, yeah, can I steal you away for a moment...?"

The concern doubled, "Why? What's wrong?" He pushed his laptop off his lap and moved his books over, making room for him to stand up. Arthur stuck his hand out and Merlin took it, hauling him to his feet.

"What?" Merlin whispered, very close to Arthur. His eyes glanced over Arthur's shoulder at the group of young men sprawled out on the grass.

"I really love your eyes you know..." Arthur mumbled, still holding Merlin's hand to his chest.

"Arthur... Your friends are staring..." Merlin whispered, still looking concerned but blushing slightly now.

"I know," Arthur's face broke out into a wide grin, "Because they know I'm about to do this..." And he leaned in and caught Merlin's lips with his own. The kiss was soft, light, and interrupted by Merlin pulling his head back. Arthur tried to follow his lips but Merlin leaned back too far.

"What are you doing?" Merlin whispered.

"Kissing my boyfriend," Arthur said, grinning again, "Is that not allowed?"

"No...no it's allowed I jus-mph!" Arthur interrupted Merlin with a kiss. This time much more heated. Arthur pinned Merlin against the tree. Merlin returned the kiss with as much passion, smiling into it -he'd always loved when Arthur interrupted him by kissing him. He snaked his hands up around the blonde's neck, who's hands were resting on his hips. This time the kiss was interrupted by the team cheering, wolf whistling, etc.

Arthur broke the kiss to turn and grin at them, but Merlin turned his face back and continued the kiss. Which caused more 'whooping', which made them both smile into the kiss. They would have continued making out longer, but the team obviously got bored, because they'd ran over and was patting Arthur on the back, ogling, making rude comments about the hand that was inching up under Arthur's shirt.

"Arthur you ass! How do you do that!?"

"What? You got magic lips or somin?"

"Seriously dude!? If I went up and kissed some random they'd slap me!"

That made Merlin break the kiss and stare at Arthur. Who shrugged.

"Arthur?" Merlin's tone said Arthur was in trouble.

"What?" Arthur asked with puppy eyes.

"Arthur!" Merlin hit Arthur's chest lightly, moving away to pack his things away.

"Okay, so I may not have mentioned the whole boyfriend thing..." Arthur finally admitted, rubbing the back of his head and looking sheepish.

"WHAT!?" The team started chewing his ear off, "BOYFRIEND WHAT BOYFRIEND?"

Arthur snaked his arm around Merlin's waist -who had packed his things away and his bag on his shoulder, but also an unimpressed look in his face- "Er, guys. I'd like you to meet my boyfriend." Merlin folded his arms over his chest at glared at Arthur, who just shrugged and feigned innocence. While his team stared in shock.

"ARTHUR!?"

"So... Are they always this loud?" Merlin asked, as Arthur and him walked back to where the team had been sat.

"No, they're just pissed 'cos I told them I was banging someone and then wouldn't tell them who," Arthur explained, a grinning ear to ear.

"Oh," Merlin said in understanding, then turned around to the team -who was shuffling behind them, jaws on the floor- "He's banging me," then after a moment, "A lot."

Arthur looked offended that Merlin would disclose so much, but after a moment burst out laughing again.

A/N: And for once I end a story with a nice ending.

...I really need to kill more characters...

Also -if you're at all interested- I got the inspiration from a different one shot, where Arthur was the 'popular kid' that asked Merlin out for a drink randomly. I can't remember where I read it or what it's called though so that's no help... Anyway it gave me the inspiration for Arthur to be the new kid and be dared to kiss a random guy (Merlin) and he's not bothered because they're dating. But his friends are tripped out for a whole 30 seconds while Arthur doesn't get punched. It was funnier in my head -but then again it always is.

But I've wasted enough of your time with A/N so I'll go. Look forward to more soon (please don't hold me to that)