~Author's Note~
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"Do you mind explaining yourself?" Diarmuid had his arms crossed over his chest, disappointment clear in his amber eyes as he blinked and waited for her to reply.
Arturia could obviously tell that he was furious and upset with her. She silently cursed her friend and lifted her head properly to meet his gaze, "It's obvious, is it not?"
The new chemistry teacher shook his head as he huffed, "No, so tell me."
"I…honestly did not think you were this old. I literally just found out that you were my teacher. I thought you were probably in third year university and since I am turning eighteen, I did not think of it much." She shrugged.
"Did not—ugh! Arturia, do you have any idea—look," he breathed as he ran a hand through his hair a little exasperatedly and opened his mouth to continue but the girl before him cut him off.
"Diarmuid—"
"Mister Ua Duibhne." He corrected as he looked down at his feet and scratched his arm.
"This would not have happened if you told me from the beginning that you were aspiring to be a teacher."
Diarmuid nearly rolled his eyes, "And this would not have happened if you had told me that you were not eighteen!"
"You never asked!"
"What does that have to do with anything? Even if I was in third year university, it is technically illegal to be dating you because you are under aged and then I would be accused for pressuring you into a relationship."
"But it would not matter if I care about you; I could be able to back you up."
"It would mean that your ideas are influenced by me, I would still be arrested, and did you even think about how my position is jeopardized? That all I have worked for could be ruined because I was dating you—without even knowing that you were seventeen!"
Arturia crossed her arms over her chest and huffed, "I'll be eighteen in a couple of months anyway."
Diarmuid furrowed his brows and lifted his hands in question, "But are you eighteen right now? I don't think so."
The female frowned and rolled her eyes before balling her fists and taking a step closer towards him, "Then what is it that you want me to do? Because you're just blabbering on and on about the problem but you expect me to just listen to you?"
"Well, if you—"
"Is everything alright?" The principal had seemed to hear chatter from the hallway and decided it best to check it out.
Arturia's heart skipped a beat as her eyes widened and her head shot towards the older female, "Um,"
"Yes, Miss Grail." The man smiled, "Arturia used to be one of the many students that I had tutored and so she was wondering if the tutoring would stop. She was just asking me where she would find a tutor to help her out and since I gave her such a short notice, she's very upset with me, as you can see."
The principal smiled and nodded, "Oh, well, it is rather late. It would be best to speak about this later as school already has been dismissed."
Arturia nodded and refrained from saying a word as her and the principal were never on good terms. She slung her bag over her shoulder and mumbled a 'goodbye' before squeezing past the lady in gold and out of the classroom.
The young girl fished out her phone from her pocket and called her friend. It took three rings for the other female to answer. "Halo?" The normal French greeting came from the taller blond and Arturia descended the school stairs like The Flash.
Arturia took a deep breath to calm herself down, trying not to yell at her friend over the phone, "Jeanne, do you have any idea what you did?"
"You had to talk about it. It was not as if you could ignore him forever." There was a lid and audible sigh from the other side of the door.
"Meet me at my place in ten, we will talk about this there."
"I'm already here, I knew you were upset." Usually, whenever Arturia was upset with Jeanne, she would tell her to go over and so Jeanne had already foreseen her fate with her best friend.
Jeanne heard Arturia as she hung up and then settled into the couch as she turned on the television. Spongebob playing and a tub of Mango Sorbet in her hands as she laughed at the children's show.
The French girl laughed at the situations in the cartoon and even tried to hide her laughter from the empty house. She watched as Spongebob, the main character, tries to take control of the dilemma at and as she shoved another spoon of the sorbet in her mouth.
The front door was chucked open and closed as loud footsteps filled the house and Jeanne paid little attention to the noise as her eyes were glued onto the screen and then a figure stood between her and the television.
"I'm watching," Jeanne grumbled as she moved the short figure to the side with her foot.
"And I need to have a talk with you." Arturia huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest, clearly upset with the female before her.
"After this episode, okay? It's almost over anyways." Jeanne spoke before eating another spoonful of sorbet.
"Um, no, Jeanne. This is serious." The shorter of the two walked to the television and turned it off, earning a grunt from the other, "Plus, who told you that you could eat the sorbet?"
"Hey," Jeanne frowned whilst she pointed her spoon at her friend, "you ate all my ice cream last time! Need I remind you…"
"Right," Arturia recalled but then shook her head, "that's not the point though! How could you lie to me?!"
"Oh, that." The violet-eyed female smiled innocently and shrugged, "It was necessary. You guys had to talk about it."
"Jeaaaanne! You ruined it all! We would have figured something out—but now it's all over," Arturia sighed as she fell on the couch next to Jeanne.
"Want some?" Jeanne passed the jar of sorbet over to her friend.
"Thanks." Arturia took the spoon from the other's hand and proceeded to dig out some of the mango goodness.
"Artie, I know that you like him quite a bit and I'm sorry... But it needed to be done. You guys couldn't continue the relationship with the fact that you are his student." Jeanne rubbed Arturia's back in order to comfort her and keep her under control, "You know that's better like this. Trust me, you can find someone like him."
Arturia chuckled solemnly and shrugged, "I doubt it. He was pretty cool; we had a lot in common. Now what, do I have to settle for Gilgamesh?"
Jeanne shivered at the thought of him and shook her head, "He's too cocky."
"I know that."
There was a long pause and Jeanne clapped her hands, "I got it!" She cheered.
Arturia blinked and turned to her, the spoonful of sorbet in her mouth, "Hmm?"
Jeanne took out a green binder from her backpack and then opened it. The little click sounded as she took out a paper and placed it on the table. Then she rummaged through the smaller pocket in her bag and took out a red pen with a little feather on top of it—she collected pens.
Arturia watched as she wrote something down on the paper and then passed it over to her, "What is it?" the green-eyed girl took the paper from her and slowly read over it. "Oh…"
"Exactly. So just skip Friday and I'll set things up for you. I mean, it would be very awkward if you both saw one another in class tomorrow either way." She shrugged, "Plus, this way you guys can actually talk about it, not get interrupted like you already did."
"Are you certain that this is going to work, though?"
"One hundred percent sure." Jeanne gave her thumbs up and a wide smile.
Arturia rolled her eyes and set the paper down on the coffee table, "I do hope so."
:~~~~~Saturday~~~~~:
Jeanne hummed as she walked about her kitchen and prepared some cookies. She danced about to Parisian music as her friend sat patiently on one of the stools by the island of the kitchen.
Arturia rested her head on her hands and had her eyes closed as she hoped that the songs could soothe her rapidly beating heart. She took deep breaths and thought about the plan the Jeanne had devised.
Jeanne had suggested that when Diarmuid came to her house for the last Tutoring she was to receive from him, she would sneak out mid-lesson and Jeanne would replace her and since there was no one at home for her brothers were in soccer practice and her parents were at work, Arturia and Diarmuid could fix the bad blood between them and figure how to put up with each other.
The bell ring and Jeanne gasped and then turned to Arturia, "This is it!" She put her hands together after having wiped the water off on her apron. She took the purple apron off and pushed Arturia up the stairs. "I'll text you when we need to switch; until then, stay in my room and don't you dare make a noise."
Arturia nodded and ran up the stairs as Jeanne went to get the door.
"Hello sir!" Jeanne smiled and stepped aside as the tall handsome man entered the house.
Diarmuid gave her a smile and followed her to the dining room where they usually held the study sessions because her mother said that having a boy in your room was always asking for trouble.
"So um," the man began as they took a seat at the table, "I'm guessing that you were the friend that Arturia was wanting me to meet… And Arturia was the friend you were talking on the phone with the other day when you were yelling…"
Jeanne laughed a little nervously and nodded slowly, "Yeah… You hit the head of the nail there. I'm very sorry about that all."
Diarmuid nodded and accepted her apology as he opened the Chemistry textbook and began the final lesson about orbitals.
The two did not talk about anything other than chemistry for half an hour and then Jeanne smiled as she said that it was time for their five minute break. She stood from her seat and straightened out her white sundress before walking to the kitchen with her phone in her hand, "So are you excited to teach a bunch of twelfth graders?" She asked from the kitchen as she took out the cookies from the oven, inhaling the sweet smell of the sweets.
"I guess so." Diarmuid nodded lightly even though she was not able to see him.
"That's great," she smiled as she sent Arturia the text to tell her to get ready and then served the cookies into a plate. She walked to the table again and set the plate full of cookies down and smiling at him, "Don't eat them yet because they're still hot. Well I have to go upstairs for a second okay?" She said as he gave a nod and then she proceeded to leave the room.
Jeanne got to the stairs that were near the front door and watched Arturia come down the stair, "This is it!" She silently cheered her friend on and pushed her towards the kitchen, "You go girl!"
Arturia took a deep breath and entered the dining room without saying a word.
"Should we continue?" Diarmuid spoke as he picked up his pen and began to write down the next question that he wanted Jeanne to complete.
"Yes, I do think we need to continue our talk." Arturia's voice came and Diarmuid's head shot back to her with wide eyes and a frown.
"Is this…hmpf… Arturia—"
"You're going to tell me that this relationship needs to end, right?" She gulped, prepared to hear that but still feeling her heart constrict a little and her hands shaking because she was nervous, "I never knew that you were that much older, I never truly meant this all."
Diarmuid stayed silent as he stood from his seat and walked towards her, his hands in his trouser pockets, "I'm sorry, I should be the one apologizing because it was me who asked you out anyways. I'm sorry, but I think that this relationship that we have needs to stop. I mean, I feel this was already mutually agreed but this is just to set it in stone… I really do apologize for that, I should have asked you—"
"You don't need to apologize. It was not your fault as I also accepted the offer…" Arturia rubbed her hands together, "I don't want to fight with you, I simply want to fix things up and continue, if we can…"
Diarmuid gave a hopeless smile as he shook his head, "No, we can't continue this anymore. We have to pretend nothing even happened."
"Please—"
"Arturia, it won't work out for us." He spoke as he turned back towards the table and packed his things before walking towards the doorway, "You have to remember that you're my student."
"Of course." Arturia nodded and watched as he left from the Dining room's entry way and saw as he bid Jeanne a goodbye and told her that she did not need to pay for the session as he closed the door behind himself.