(A.N) Thanks again to Ariada la fata, and (...not really again) BagginsPotterPevensie (lol, cool name) you guys are awesome! Thanks for your kindness! (and awesomeness!...Is that even a word?)
"Uhg, I can't believe Professor Monmouth gave us homework again! For the third night in a row!" Morgana ranted as she, Arthur, and Gwen walked out of their math class, which Professor Monmouth taught.
"Well, in his defense, you guys were throwing pencils around the room," Gwen smiled.
"I was not!" Morgana crossed her arms.
"You weren't because you were painting your nails," Gwen pointed out, glancing down at Morgana's perfectly manicured nails.
"I can't help it! I was going to fall asleep, and my nail polish got chipped when I got out of Arthur's car!" Morgana defended. "I could either sleep or do something useful."
"Actually passing this class will be useful," Gwen reasoned as Arthur laughed at Morgana. "Uther expects better from you, and don't you start laughing Arthur, you weren't paying attention either." Arthur and Morgana both flinched at the mention of Uther's name.
Uther Pendragon. Father to Arthur Pendragon and kind of an adoptive father to Morgana and Alethea...even though none of them really saw him as a father. The three felt that he was more of a judge, watching their every move, and he was never satisfied. When Arthur made the winning goal of the very first football game of the season, Uther didn't even notice. Nor did he notice when Morgana skipped in their house –the word mansion is more fitting—saying that she had been nominated cheer captain of her cheerleading team, or when Alethea made straight A's throughout every school year. Sure there was an emotionless "Good job" and a clap of the shoulder every now and again...but he didn't really mean it. He was too busy with his work –as he now ran Camelot High—to ever really take notice his children's great achievements. Achievements that should have been celebrated, but they were used to it now...even if it did sting a little when he no more than glanced in their direction before going back to work.
"...Sorry...that was insensitive of me to say...Not that there's anything wrong with your father or your family! And not that you aren't smart or anything! It's just that if you apply yourself more in your classes," Gwen started to rant, earning her looks from Arthur and Morgana, "not that you don't try in classes! It's just that..." Gwen sighed, "I'm going to stop talking now."
"...Anyway," Arthur looked from Gwen to Morgana, "just have Alethea tutor you."
"But she hates it when I ask her to tutor me!" Morgana whined.
"No, she hates it when you ask her to tutor you, and when she's trying to tutor you, you whine about it being boring and just ask her to give you the answers." Arthur smirked, "Correct me if I'm wrong."
Morgana stared at him for a moment, "Touché."
Gwen laughed and Arthur sighed, the three finally reaching their lockers. "What? I'm going to be an actress someday, why would I need to learn math?"
"What if you have to play a math teacher?" Leon asked, seemingly coming from nowhere, and threw his arm around Morgana's shoulders.
"Then I'll just memorize the lines," Morgana said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"What if you're amazing at playing math teachers but are rubbish at everything else?" Leon asked again.
"Then I'll just say 'screw acting' and become a model." Morgana shrugged.
"What if you're not a very good model?" Gwen asked, then mentally smacked herself, "Not that you wouldn't be a good model or anything, it's just..." Arthur motioned for her to be quiet, and she happily complied.
Morgana raised an eyebrow, "Hello? Have you seen this body?" she gestured to herself. "I'm hot. That's all I need to be a model." Arthur face-palmed and turned to his locker to put his books away and grab his gym bag. Gwen and Leon just laughed.
"I love that about you," Leon smiled.
"What? That I'm hot? Because most people do love that about me," Morgana looked up at him.
"No...although I do love your looks. I love your personality. It's hilarious," Leon chuckled.
Morgana stared at him for a moment, "I'm taking that as a complement."
"It was meant to be," Leon sighed, dropping his arm.
"Uh huh," Morgana nodded before turning and grabbing her cheer gear (that rhymed) out of her locker. "Well, Arthur has football practice and I have cheer practice, they're in the same place so let's go, Arthur. I don't want to get yelled at by Coach Daniels for being late."
Arthur snorted and closed his locker, hitching his bag onto his shoulder, "Like she'd yell at you. She's a pushover, and you know it."
"You've obviously never seen her angry before." Morgana shook her head, "Come on, you don't want to make Coach Garcia upset."
"You know, for an amazing football coach, he's extremely nice," Leon pondered.
"And cute," Morgana smiled, making everyone look at her. "What? You can't deny the fact that he's attractive any more than you can deny the fact that you...aren't." Morgana smiled apologetically at Arthur.
"What are you on about now? I am the sexiest male in this school," Arthur smirked.
"Yeah...but your competition is that," Morgana gestured to a few guys behind them. They were standing in a group by a few lockers...trying to see how many times it would take them to dent the lockers by bashing their heads against them.
"...And you guys call me dumb," Morgana laughed, dragging Arthur with her to practice.
(A.N) So...sorry about the shortness...again. (Wow. Deja vu) I hope you like this one, cuz I did. This one just might be my favorite, just because of the stupididty. (If you haven't figured out by now, I'm not that bright) Anyway, reviews are loved. And if you have any ideas for later scenes, lemme know in a PM! Wouldn't wanna ruin the surprise for the other people. ;) Laters!
~BigTimeRollingStones