Jeanne sat at her dinner table, her notes out and a textbook a few centimetres away. She looked at the book and patiently waited for its owner to come back from a washroom break. She watched as he entered the room and sat down next to her again.

Was it really him?

She bit her lower lip and kept on intently watching him. A beauty mark, orange eyes like shiny ambers... It was him.

"Yes?" The man looked at her as he had realized she had been staring at him for quite a bit of time.

Jeanne froze and then gulped, "Uh, I-I was just thinking about you-your girlfriend. You know, the one that lives around here?"

Diarmuid furrowed his brows and then nodded, "Yes, what about her?"

"Well, um, I want to know if I know know her, you know?" Alright, so this was embarrassing—she could barely even talk properly. Her stuttering was driving her insane and she did not really know how to talk to the boyfriend of her best friend.

The male nodded again, "Oh, alright."

"She's blonde and short, right? Like two inches shorter than me, right?" Jeanne thought it best to ramble on, maybe he would just think she was crazy or something instead.

"Yes, that sounds right."

The female bit her cheek and played with the buttons on her button-up shirt, "And she's got these green eyes, yeah?"

"Mhmm," the man hummed as his head bobbed, "but how do you know Arturia?"

"Pendragon, yes?" Last chance that it wasn't her. Fingers crossed.

"Yes..."

"Small neighbourhood, haha." Jeanne shrugged as she giggled nervously and wanted to freak out right there and then. Fighting the urge to stand from her seat and run around screaming in the dinner room was causing her all her will power.

Diarmuid nodded slowly and turned his attention back at the chemistry textbook before explaining one of the concepts.

It was as if Jeanne was not even there sitting next to him at the kitchen table because everything he said wasn't even entering her ear. Let alone leaving right out the other. It was as if her ears were blocked and she was not even paying attention, nothing was being processed because all she was thinking about was her friend and the fact that she was DATING her TUTOR!

It was her phone ringing that was the only thing that snapped her out of her trance. She looked down at her caller I.D and saw the ridiculously zoomed in picture of her friend making a funny face and the title displaying "The King of Eww" with a few hearts and kissy faces around it.

Jeanne swiped the phone from the table so that her tutor would not see it and then smiled innocently at him, "It's important, I have to take this. Do you want a snack?" She grinned as she stood and watched him nod slowly.

She headed for the kitchen as she answered the phone, "Halo?" Her French was showing.

"Hey bro," Arturia greeted from the other side, "How are you?"

"Hm, great." Alright, so she was very upset with her friend for not telling her that her boyfriend was entirely seven years older than her, "And you?"

"Goooood," Arturia dragged out the word.

"How's your boyfriend?" Jeanne peaked out of the kitchen and watched as Diarmuid checked his phone.

"He's working right now, so I wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the Movies today. They're showing this movie about the Maid of Orleans, it seems super cool; want to go?"

"Uh," Jeanne pried open her refrigerator and pulled out some celery. She then went to get a knife and a cutting board, "Actually. No."

"What? Why? Come on!"

"Why don't you ask your boyfriend?" The French girl washed the celery and closed the faucet a little harshly.

The other line was silent for a while, "I asked him, but he can't, he's going out with his brother."

"So, how old is he? Your boyfriend?" Her usually sweet voice was beginning to raise.

"Um… I don't think I've ever asked him… Uh, why?"

"Well! Do YOU have any idea that he's SEVEN years older than you?" Jeanne began to cut the celery a little too loudly, making sure that the sound that it made against the cutting board intimidated her friend.

"What? No, that's not true," Arturia argued, "Is he?"

"YES! For goodness' sake! Are you out of your mind? HOW ON EARTH can you be dating a man so much older than you?!" The poor girl chopped down on the celery hard and fast so that she kept her anger a little in check.

There was a grunt, "What? No! He's probably in third year university tops."

"No!" Jeanne yelled, "He's much older than that! He's SEVEN years older! SEVEN!"

"How do you know? You've never met him." Arturia was sure to sass back, she was already heated over the topic.

"But I have!"

"Really? Liar!"

"YOUR boyfriend is MY," She made sure to lower her voice when she was about to utter the dreadful word, "tutor." She made sure to quietly hiss over the phone so that the male could not hear the last word.

Arturia seemed to have dropped her phone or hung up because her side of the line went silent as Jeanne grabbed two plate and peanut butter from the kitchen cabinets and slamming the shut. She then peaked her head out and held the knife in her hand still as she smiled innocently at Diarmuid, "Are you, perhaps, allergic to peanut butter?" She fluttered her eye lashes.

The man sat frightened in his seat, probably even shaking a little. He slowly shook his head and answered, "No, I am not."

"Perfect!" She still kept her innocent smile that seemed to be more frightening to Diarmuid than a creepy one.

"Are you still there?" Jeanne groaned into the phone once she re-entered the kitchen fully, "Fine, ignore me, whatever."

After finishing the snack, Jeanne walked back to Diarmuid with two plates in her hands and set them on the wooden table with a smile, "Forgive me, I must have been a little upset with my friend, you see…She never seems to listen to me. Haha," she giggled as she shrugged.

"Y-yes, o-of course." Diarmuid wiped the sweat from his brow and gave a nervous smile. A girl had never frightened him so much before…

:~~~~~~:

It had been a week since they started school again and Arturia and Jeanne had already patched things up. Arturia said that she would keep dating Diarmuid because she liked him still, but it was impossible for Jeanne to be introduced as her best friend. Jeanne had agreed to not mention their friendship and not give him the 'Be-nice-to-my-best-friend-or-else' talk.

It was a Tuesday afternoon right before the bell while everyone was waiting for last period Chemistry to start. Arturia swung her legs back and forth as she patiently sat still with her hands on the desk.

Jeanne was standing in front of her and they were going on about what they were going to eat after school, because if there was one thing that Arturia loved to do… it was eat.

It was a couple of minutes before the bell would ring when a girl came in squealing and rapidly jumping up and down repeatedly. She had interrupted everyone's conversations as she softly screamed and ran up to her friends.

"You know the hot tutor I told you guys about?" She was sighing and squealing all at the same time.

One of her friends immediately smiled, a brunette with dark brown eyes, "You got together with him?"

The red haired female huffed, "I wish! But no, he's our teacher!"

"The one that you kept going on about?" Another chirped.

"Yes! The really cute one with the beauty mark; ugh!" Jeanne was careful to over hear the conversation because when she mentioned the beauty mark; she was rather surprised. And since Diarmuid was quite a bit older, he was a viable candidate.

The bell rang and the last of the students trickled into the class. Jeanne sat down in her seat but Arturia continued to sit on the desk as they were both rather anxious.

Jeanne turned back to the female that had babbled on about the new teacher, "Sorry, what's his name?"

"Mr. Ua Duibhne," the other female smirked, "but he's mine! So do not even think to look at him!"

Jeanne's eyes grew wide and she pushed her friend off the desk and quickly stood, "Washroom," she growled as she hooked an arm around her friend and dragged her out of the class. Jeanne looked both ways before they left and she made a break for it while Arturia was dragged along.

"What? What? What?" Arturia groaned as they reached the bathroom, "What's wrong with you?"

"Don't you understand? The new teacher is Diarmuid!" Her friend barked.

Arturia seemed dumbfounded and she just blinked, "Hm? What?"

"Either you broke or you've hit your head. Diarmuid is our teacher!"

The Englishwoman ran a hand through her hair and huffed, "Crap..." She breathed.

"What are we going to do now?" Jeanne bit her nail as she leaned back on the sink. The automatic faucet going on behind her and making jump forwards.

"What am I going to do? You really don't have a problem, he doesn't know you're my friend."

Jeanne rolled her eyes and huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest, "Yes but it isn't like I'm going to stop being friends with you." She reasoned.

"You're not supposed to be involved; okay? So go back to class and pretend that you just came a bit late. Make sure it's really him and then text me. I'll skip and you get my bag for me, okay?" Arturia thought of the easiest plan on the spot.

"Um..." Jeanne looked down at her feet as she rubbed her neck.

"What?"

The Frenchwoman breathed, "You can't skip class forever, plus, he'll recognize your name..."

"We'll think of something after school and then I don't know; hopefully something will come to mind."

"I hope," Jeanne bit her lower lip, "because this is illegal."

"Jeanne, please," Arturia glared at her because her comment had ticked her off, "go back to class now."

Jeanne clucked her tongue and nodded, "Okay," she slowly turned on her heel and left through the bathroom door.

Arturia walked about the washroom and continuously ran her hands through her hair, "What have I gotten myself into?"

Meanwhile, Jeanne slipped into the classroom slowly and gave a small nod as to excuse herself when she had seen all the heads in the room turn to her and then proceeded to sit at her desk. She smiled at the teacher and dreaded the fact that it was actually him. Black tousled locks somehow held back, eyes shining like ambers, thin pale lips and the dreaded beauty mark that defined him—right under his eye.

He was standing next to the board with his name written on it and smiled at the class; his smile grew when his eyes landed on Jeanne. "Well, now that all of you know who I am and know what I did before, we can start on attendance and then our first class. But before we go any further; are there any questions?" The male gave another warm smile and Jeanne just wanted to fall face first on her desk because Arturia was deep in cow dung.

"Sir!" A girl chirped behind Jeanne, Jeanne looked over and saw the brunette waving her hand back and forth.

"Yes?" She heard Diarmuid.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" She fluttered her eyelashes and made some sort of 'pretty' pose.

Jeanne shot her head from her female classmate to her new teacher in (what seemed like) less than a millisecond and it even caused her pain. Her eyes were wide and expectant and she stared him down.

She watched his jaw clench as he held an awkward smile and his cheeks flooded pink in seconds. He bit his lower lip and nodded, "That's a bit of a personal question... But uh, um..." He trailed.

"So you don't?" The girl chirped again. Man, was she cheerful.

"I, um, I do have a girlfriend." He spoke softly, a little embarrassed.

Jeanne gave a hopeful nod—they were going out! And then her smile dropped when the female behind her began to speak again.

"Are you sure sir? You did not seem so certain about that..."

Jeanne kept her gaze on him and simply waited for his answer.

"I am certain, she is one of the only women I find perfect. Now, enough about me and since there are no more non-personal questions; we can start our lesson." He grumbled before turning back to the board.

Jeanne gave a nod and the lesson started, she noted that he had forgotten to take attendance and silently praised God for it. That was until the lesson ended and someone had to remind him to take attendance.

"Forgive me if I mispronounce some of these," he simply stated.

The young blond female pouted and sighed as he began calling the names of the students. Her name came around and he looked over at her as she mumbled, "Here."

He gave her a smile before looking back down at the paper and Jeanne repeated the names in her head with more and more anxiety as he approached Arturia's. When it was turn for her name to be called, Jeanne watched him closely.

He looked at the attendance sheet and blinked a couple of times, then his head shot up and he looked about the classroom.

She saw his Adam's apple bob as he gulped and then looked down at the sheet.

"I know sir, who names their child Arturia?" Gráinne, the girl that had asked him if he had a girlfriend, giggled.

Diarmuid looked upon her and gave her a short glare before looking back at the sheet in his hands. "Well, Arturia Pendragon?" It seemed like he had wanted to forget what the other young lady had said whilst he wished that his girlfriend was not actually the same girl on the sheet. There was no answer and he noted that the brown haired girl snickered.

"She was here before the bell rang; guess she decided to skip," the girl shrugged.

"Maybe because there are people as hateful as you." A male joined the argument. Jeanne tilted her head over to the young man that defended her best friend and was glad to see Gawain shooting a glare at Gráinne.

Jeanne gave him a hidden thumbs up and then a smile as he nodded her way.

The teacher seemed to remain uncomfortably quiet until he opened his mouth, "Well, let's continue and not bicker." He said before going on to continue with the attendance. After he had finished, he looked over the class once more and sighed.

She was too good to be true...

It was a few minutes after the bell rang signalling the end of the day that Jeanne's phone vibrated. She looked down at it and saw the message of her friend, "Did he leave the class yet?"

Jeanne huffed and responded with a simple yes, aside from the fact that he was still in the classroom cleaning the whiteboard. Her friend needed to face him, and tell him the truth.

"Aren't you going home, Jeanne? Everyone already left." Diarmuid turned to look at her. She was the only one left in class, and he was worried if she had also fallen for him; he did not want that happening to him.

Jeanne looked about and noticed that indeed everyone had already left, "Actually," she turned back to the handsome teacher, "I'm just waiting for someone." She then shrugged as she felt her heart beating faster at the thought of the encounter and very serious talk that her best friend and her boyfriend were going to have.

The door clicked open and Arturia entered the room quickly, holding a hand over her heart. "Thank God that he's gone. I didn't catch a glimpse of him in the hall; so all's well that ends well." She breathed as he headed for her friend, "I don't know what I'm going to do now. I thought and thought about it but what am I going to tell him? Should I switch classes?"

"If only it was that easy to avoid me." Arturia jumped at the sound of her (probably now ex) boyfriend's voice.

"Shit," she was not one to swear often, but the opportunity presented itself. She was sure to glare at Jeanne and give her a betrayed look before taking a deep breath.

Jeanne shrugged, "You both need to talk." She stood from her seat and ran out of the classroom before even letting Arturia say some sort of comeback.

The male cleared his throat as he leaned on the demonstration bench at the front of the class.

Arturia slowly turned to him as he heart began to beat rapidly in her chest, "Hey." She waved her hand timidly.

"Do you mind explaining yourself?" She watched his lips as he spoke.