Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin.
A/N: Hi! Here's chapter four people. If anyone's reading...
By sixth period, Morgana was so happy to get to maths class. She was good at math. She understood maths. Nothing in maths class could mess her up.
Merlin Ambrosius, Arthur's best friend and the guy who caught her on her first day, turned around. "Hey, do you have a pencil I can borrow?" he asked. Morgana only ever had one other crush in her life. His name was Owain and they were five. But it didn't work out. However this crush hit her like a train. Morgana gave Merlin the pencil that she was using with a huge smile. He smiled at her for a few seconds and then turned around.
"Morgana, what do you say?" Ms Tregor asked.
"So cute!" Morgana said. Everyone looked at her. "I mean, A-sub-N equals N plus one over four."
"That's right. That's good. Very good," Ms Tregor said, writing the equation on the board. "All right, let's talk about your homework."
Morgana got off Uther's car.
"Bye Arthur! Thanks for the ride dad, bye!" Morgana said.
"Bye Morgan!" Arthur yelled.
"No problem. Bye Morgana," Uther replied, before shutting his window and driving off to his manor. Morgana walked to her mum and uncle who were talking.
"Hey. How was your second day?" Agravaine asked.
"Fine," she answered.
"Were people nice?" Vivienne asked worriedly.
"No," Morgana replied dully.
"Did you make any friends?" Agravaine asked.
"Yeah," Morgana answered smoothly.
Having lunch with The Plastics was like leaving the actual world and entering "Girl World". And Girl World had a lot of rules. Sophia was explaining the rules to Morgana.
"You can't wear a tank top two days in a row, and you can only wear your hair in a ponytail once a week. So I guess you picked today. Oh, and we only wear jeans or track pants on Fridays. Now, if you break any of these rules, you can't sit with us at lunch," Sophia explained. Morgana felt offended, it was as if the rules were only for her. "I mean, not just you. Like any of us. OK, like, if I was wearing jeans today, I would be sitting over there with the art freaks," Sophia said, pointing at Elena who was putting ham on Trickler's face. "Oh, and we always vote before we ask someone to eat lunch with us because you have to be considerate of the rest of the group. Well, I mean, you wouldn't buy a skirt without asking your friends first - if it looks good on you."
"I wouldn't?" Morgana asked.
"Right. Oh, and it's the same with guys. Like, you may think you like someone, but you could be wrong!" Sophia exclaimed exasperated.
"A hundred and twenty calories and forty-eight calories from fat. What percent is that?" Nimueh asked. She was sitting next to Sophia staring at a bar.
"Forty-eight into one twenty?" Sophia trailed off.
"I'm only eating foods with less than thirty percent calories from fat," Nimueh explained.
"It's forty percent," Morgana answered. The Plastics sent her questioning looks. "Well, forty-eight over one twenty equals X over a hundred and then you cross-multiply and get the value of X," the black haired beauty explained like a maths teacher. Nimueh stared at Morgana completely stunned. Morgause smiled at her with admiration and... pride.
"Whatever. I'm getting cheese fries," Nimueh stated. She got up and went.
"So have you seen any guys that you think are cute yet?" Sophia asked leaning in.
"Well, there's this guy in my additional maths class..."
"Who is it?" Morgause asked curiously
"Is he cute?" Sophia squealed.
"His name's Merlin Ambrosius," Morgana answered.
"No!" Sophia and Morgause exclaimed in unison.
"Oh, no, you can't like Merlin Ambrosius. That's Nimueh's ex-boyfriend!" Sophia explained.
"They went out for a year," Morgause added.
"Yeah, and then she was devastated when he broke up with her last summer," Sophia said.
"I thought she dumped him for Alvarr Neahtid," Morgause said, confusion marred over her facial features.
"OK, irregardless. Ex-boyfriends are just off-limits to friends. I mean, that's just, like, the rules of feminism!" Sophia explained. "Don't worry. I'll never tell Nimueh what you said. It'll be our little secret," she finished. Morgause looked at Morgana and nodded eagerly with a huge grin.
"We define the sum of the infinite geometric series..." Ms Tregor said. Even though Morgana wasn't allowed to like Merlin, she was still allowed to look at him. And think about him. And talk to him. The bell rang and everyone got up and walked out of the classroom.
"Hey, Mer..." Morgana started but got cut off by a guy.
"Hey, you're the Cornwall girl, right?" he asked.
"Yeah," she answered.
"I'm Cedric Rich, captain of the Camelot Mathletes. We participate in math challenges against other high schools in the state, and we can get twice as much funding if we've got a girl. So you should think about joining," Cedric said.
"Oh, you'd be perfect for it," Ms Tregor commented.
"Yeah, definitely," Morgana replied.
"Great, great. Let me give you my card," Cedric paused to get his card out. It said 'CEDRIC RICH. MATH ENTHUSIAST/BAD-ASS M.C' "OK, so think it over. Because we'd like to get jackets," he said as Morgana stared at the card.
"OK," Morgana replied.
Morgana was walking past the football field. She spotted Merlin and Arthur playing football with their friends, the rest of the jocks. She watched them for a while and decided to play around with the ball, using a spell. All of the guys started complaining but none of the suspected her - none of them but...
"Hey!" Merlin said, walking towards her. "You have magic? Cool!"
"Shh!" Morgana hushed him like he was a child.
"Oooh, okay, Arthur will tell Mr Pendragon. So, since when have you had it?"
"A few months ago... I was so scared."
"MERLIN DUDE! COME BACK!" Gwaine yelled.
"In a minute Gwaine, kinda busy here!"
"Yeah, everyone always has to flirt with my sister don't they?" Arthur complained. Merlin and Morgana blushed and looked away from each other. Just then, Nimueh stopped by on the other side in her red BMW.
"Get in, loser. We're going shopping!" she exclaimed. Nimueh was like the brunette barbie doll Morgana never had. She'd never seen anybody so glamorous. Morgana looked between Nimueh and Merlin trying to decide who to go with.
"Look, Merlin's there..." Sophia whispered to Nimueh, from her right. Nimueh gave Morgana a sweet (fake) smile. In the end, Morgana chose to go with the Plastics. Merlin stared at her from behind disappointed. He put on a sad smile and resumed his game. Morgana hopped into the car next to her sister.
"So how do you like Camelot?" Nimueh asked.
"It's good. I think I'm joining the Mathletes," Morgana replied.
"No!" Nimueh exclaimed.
"No, no," Sophia added.
"No, no. You cannot do that. That is social suicide. Damn, you are so lucky you have us to guide you!" Nimueh said. Morgana looked through the window of the shop Elena worked in. Elena laughed at her. Morgana smiled, shrugged at her and then waved.
The girls arrived at the fountain. There were a bunch of people sitting on the ledge.
"Oh, my God, there's Valiant!" Sophia exclaimed.
"Where? Oh, there he is," Morgause said.
"And he's with Vivian Olaf," Sophia said sadly with a sigh.
"I heard they're going out!" Morgause exclaimed.
"Wait. Valiant's not going out with Vivian. No. He cannot blow you off like that. He's such a little skeez. Give me your mobile," Nimueh ordered. Morgause exchanged looks with Morgana.
"You're not gonna call him, right?" Sophia asked worriedly. She handed her best friend her phone. Nimueh scoffed.
"Do you think I'm an idiot?" she asked.
"No," Sophia answered terrified.
"Olaf on London," Nimueh said.
"Caller ID," Sophia piped up.
"Not when you connect from information," Nimueh whispered.
"Hello?" came the voice of Vivian's father Mr Olaf.
"Hello. May I please speak to Vivian Olaf?" Nimueh asked in a sweet yet mature voice.
"She's not home yet. Who's calling?" he asked.
"Oh, this is Dochraid from Planned Parenthood. I have her test results. If you can have her give me a call as soon as she can. It's urgent. Thank you," she finished. "She's not going out with anyone." Nimueh returned the mobile to Sophia. The Plastics laughed and giggled.
"OK, that was so fetch!" Sophia commented happily. They all looked at Vivian.
"Daddy?" she said on the phone. She sounded utterly confused. Morgana watched her sadly and full of guilt. What Nimueh did was wrong.
Nimueh parked her car in front of her huge house. She slammed the car door shut. They went inside. Morgana stared at Nimueh's house as she got out of the car. It was almost as huge as her father's manor.
"Your house is really nice," she commented.
"I know, right?" Nimueh replied cheerfully and walked in.
"Make sure you check out her mom's boob job. They're hard as rocks," Sophia said.
"I'm home!" Nimueh exclaimed.
"Hey, hey, hey! How are my best girlfriends?" said a gorgeous woman who was holding a dog.
"Hey, Mrs. Isle. This is Morgana," Sophia introduced Morgana.
"Hello, sweetheart," Cailleach said putting the dog down.
"Hi," Morgana replied. Cailleach hugged Morgana. Morgana remembered what Sophia said and she was absolutely right. Cailleach's boobs were rock hard. "Welcome to our home. Just want you to know, if you need anything, don't be shy, OK? There are no rules in this house. I'm not like a regular mom. I'm a cool mom. Right, Nimueh?" Nimueh smiled.
"Please stop talking," she pleaded.
"OK. I'm gonna make you girls a 'hump day' treat!" she said walking off doing sexy dance moves. The girls headed to Nimueh's room.
"This is your room?" Morgana asked amazed looking around.
"It was my parents' room, but I made them trade me. Hey, put on 98.8..." she ordered. Morgana looked at a picture of Merlin and Nimueh. They looked like a happy couple. The Plastics started dancing. "Morgana, do you even know who sings this?" Nimueh asked, taking her cardigan off.
"The Diamir?" Morgana replied.
"I love her. She's like a Martian!" Nimueh exclaimed. The Plastics walked up to a mirror.
"God, my hips are huge!" Morgause exclaimed.
"Oh, please. I hate my calves," Sophia said.
"At least you guys can wear halters. I've got man shoulders!" Nimueh complained. Morgana used to think there was just fat and skinny. But apparently, there were a lot of things that can be wrong on your body.
"My hairline is so weird!" Sophia commented.
"My pores are huge," Nimueh observed.
"My nail beds suck," Morgause stated. The Plastics looked at Morgana expecting her to point out one of her own flaws.
"I have really bad breath in the morning!" Morgana lied.
"Ew!" Nimueh said.
"Hey, you guys. Happy hour is from to four to six!" Cailleach exclaimed walking in with drinks. She laughed heartily. The girls took one each.
"Thanks. Is there alcohol in this?" Morgana asked. Cailleach gasped.
"Oh, God, honey, no. What kind of mother do you think I am? Do you want a bit? If you're gonna drink, I'd rather you do it in the house," Cailleach said.
"No, thank you," Morgana replied freaked out.
"OK. So, you guys, what is the 411?" Cailleach asked sitting down. "What has everybody been up to? What is the hot gossip? Tell me everything," she said picking the dog up. It started to suck her nipples. "What are you guys listening to? What's the cool jams?" Nimueh and Morgana stared horridly at them. Nimueh was beginning to get pissed off and wanted her mum out.
"Mum. Could you go fix your hair?" she asked.
"OK. You girls keep me young. Oh, I love you so much," she replied getting up and walking out of her daughter's room. Morgause was looking through the shelves and took a pink book decorated with kisses out.
"Oh, my God, I remember this," she said.
"I haven't looked at that in forever," Nimueh said.
"Come check it out, Morgana. It's our Burn Book. See, we cut out girls' pictures from the yearbook, and then we wrote comments," Sophia said walking to Morgause. Morgana followed her.
"Freya Lake is a grotsky little byotch," Sophia read.
"Still true," Nimueh commented.
"Annis Witch is a fat virgin."
"Still half true."
"Alice Finder," Morgause read.
"She made out with a hot dog," Nimueh said.
"Elena Gawant, dyke," Sophia said.
"Who is that?" Morgause asked pointing at Trickler next to Elena.
"I think that's that kid Trickler," Sophia answered.
"Yeah. He's almost too gay to function!" Morgana said with a laugh. The Plastics started giggling.
"That's funny. Put that in there," Nimueh ordered. Morgana frowned. Maybe that was only OK when Elena said it.
"And they have this Burn Book where they write mean things - about all the girls in our grade," Morgana said. She was talking to Elena about the Plastics.
"What does it say about me?" Elena asked curiously. Morgana didn't want to hurt Elena's feelings.
"You're not in it," she lied.
"Those bitches!" Elena sneered as if she actually wanted to be in the Burn Book.
"Will this minimize my pores?" Trickler asked.
"No. Morgan, you gotta steal that book," Elena said.
"No way!" Morgana retorted.
"Oh, come on. We could publish it, and then everybody would see what an ax-wound she really is," Elena said.
"I don't steal," Morgana said.
"That is for your feet," Elena said to Trickler as she took a bottle of moisturiser away from him. "Morgan, there are two kinds of evil people. People who do evil stuff, and people who see evil stuff being done and don't try to stop it."
"Does that mean I'm morally obligated to burn that lady's outfit? Oh, my God, that's Ms. Tregor," Trickler said.
"I love seeing teachers outside school. It's like seeing a dog walk on its hind legs," Elena whispered to Trickler.
"Hey, guys, what's up?" Ms Tregor walked up to the counter and stood next to Morgana. "I didn't know you worked here," she said to Elena.
"Yeah, moderately priced soaps are my calling," Elena replied.
"You shopping?" Trickler asked pretty much stating the obvious.
"No, I'm just here with my boyfriend," Ms Tregor answered pointing at an old guy behind them. He stared at them. "Joking. Sometimes older people make jokes."
"My nana takes her wig off when she's drunk," Trickler said.
"Your nana and I have that in common. No, actually, I'm just here because I bartend a couple nights a week down at P.J. Calamity's," she said. "Morgana, I hope you do join Mathletes, you know, because we start in a couple weeks and I would love to have a girl on the team, just, you know, so the team could meet a girl."
"I think I'm gonna do it," Morgana replied.
"Great."
"You can't join Mathletes. It's social suicide," Trickler said.
"Thanks, Trickler," Ms Tregor said in her 'teacher' voice.
"Well, this has been sufficiently awkward. And I'll see you guys tomorrow," Ms Tregor said before walking away.
"Bye," Morgana said.
"Bye."
"Oh, man, that is bleak," Elena commented staring at Ms Tregor as she walked off. "So when are you gonna see Nimueh again?" she asked Morgana.
"I can't spy on her anymore. It's weird!" Morgana complained.
"Come on, she's never gonna find out. It'll be like our little secret," Elena said.
Morgana was glad to finally be at home. Away from high school drama. That was until the phone rang.
"Hello?" she said on the phone.
"I know your secret," came Nimueh's voice from the other end.
Just start apologizing and crying, Morgana thought. No, play it cool!
"Secret? What are you talking about?" Morgana asked innocently.
"Sophia told me that you like Merlin Ambrosius." At least it wasn't about the other secret. "I mean, I don't care, do whatever you want. But let me just tell you something about Merlin: All he cares about is school and his mom and his friends."
"Is that bad?" Morgana asked confused.
"But if you like him... Whatever. I mean, I could talk to him for you if you want," Nimueh offered.
"Really? You would do that? I mean, nothing embarrassing, though, right?"
"Oh, no, trust me. I know exactly how to play it. But wait. Aren't you so mad at Sophia for telling me?
"No."
"Because if you are, you can tell me. It was a really bitchy thing for her to do," Nimueh said as if she was trying to get Morgana to bitch about Sophia.
"Yeah, it was pretty bitchy, but I'm not mad. I mean, I guess she just likes the attention," Morgana replied smoothly.
"See, Soph? I told you she's not mad at you," Nimueh chimed. Morgana creased her brow. Sophia?
"I can't believe you think I like attention!" Sophia exclaimed.
"OK, love you. See you tomorrow," Nimueh chanted. Morgana had survived her first three-way calling attack.
A/N: Yep, this one was a long one...