~Author's Note~
Hey hey! I'm so glad that you guys are liking it! I hope you all like this chapter and thank you for the reviews~! You guys are great, I'm so happy to hear from you all and today we have a new character! Yay!
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~Ms. AtomicBomb
Monday soon came with the extreme nervousness of Arturia as her day went with awkwardness and a bit of embarrassment. She kept silent in all her classes and did not disobey her teachers as she usually did. By the time that the last class came and Jeanne sat next to her while other students filled the science classroom, Arturia was not looking forward to seeing the tall male (quite literally as she did not lift her head from her desk).
Attendance was another awkward hassle as she tried not to make eye contact or even feel anything when he called her name from the list and she responded nonchalantly. Jeanne had nudged her and teased her about the fact that she was blushing when he called her name but the Englishwoman had given the other a death glare that made Jeanne nearly jump in her seat.
Girls tried to flirt with the teacher throughout the lesson and it really bothered Arturia, some would even stay behind when the ball had signaled the end of the school day. Arturia had stood from her chair and followed Jeanne out the door, turning back and catching a glimpse of Grainne giggling at something that Diarmuid had said. She bawled her hands into fists and gave a glare—even as the other had not noticed, before she continued out of the class.
Jeanne walked a little ahead of her as she was talking to Gawain about the lesson on orbitals and whatever else it was. The long-haired female was trying to explain a concept to the male while Arturia dragged herself along to their lockers. Since Gawain had his locker relatively close to the class, they stopped by his first and then continued up the stairs to Arturia's, that was where Gawain had bid them a farewell because he said that he needed to get to football club.*
"Well, you know what they say, Artie," Jeanne spoke after she deemed the male to be far enough, "Jealousy killed the cat."
Arturia shot her head towards Jeanne as she pulled out her physics textbook, "Um, no, they don't say that. It is curiosity killed the cat, not jealousy. Anyway, what do mean by that?"
Jeanne shrugged, "Basically the same thing. But what was is it, comment-dit on? Ah, oui, Jealousy is a green-eyed monster. Or devil, take your pick." *
Green-eyes rolled and Arturia zipped up her backpack, "Right, but I don't get you."
"I saw the way you looked at Grainne, chill, okay? It isn't like he's going from telling you that he can't have a relationship with a student and then going to go out with Grainne. Plus, you know how she is—she already has a boyfriend."
Arturia slammed her locker closed, "I was not jealous." She clearly lied and Jeanne had to bite her lip so that she wouldn't call her best friend out on it.
"Right, of course." The Frenchwoman nodded slowly as she tried her best to believe her friend, even though her attitude was not helping the slightest bit.
The rest of the week went on similar to this, Arturia avoiding Diarmuid at all costs and getting aggravated with Grainne and the other girls that were trying to flirt with him. In fact, she was even getting quite upset with Diarmuid because he was not doing anything to stop the behaviour of the girls but he had gone out of his way to tell her that things would not work out between them.
It had been two weeks since they had officially ended things and Arturia was even being sassy towards her chemistry teacher, to the point that he had been tempted to give her detention when she had offended him in the middle of the lesson.
"Miss Pendragon, stay after class." He grumbled after she had offended him for the second time during the lesson. He gave her a short glare and the entire class filled with sounds of amusement the way all students do when someone gets in trouble.
Jeanne had turned her head towards her best friend and gave her a look of disappointment.
"What?" Arturia whispered, as if she had done nothing wrong.
"Just don't get in any more trouble." Jeanne whispered back as the lesson continued.
The end of the class had come and the students slowly trickled out, since the females lingered for a while after, she was able to finish the homework as she waited for everyone to leave the class. She did not like the school and always wished for the day to fly because she was not in any mood to learn a single thing. Of course she always finished her homework and had straight eighties; she always tried her best.
"Mister Ua Duibhne, I must go. Now. So if you would be so kind as to excuse me..." She stood from her seat as she collected her books. It had already been half an hour after class ended and she wanted to get home as soon as was humanly possible.
Diarmuid sighed loudly again and turned to face her, "Do you hate me or something?" He leaned back on the demonstration bench—something he seemed to do when he was upset with her.
She kept silent as she swung her bag over her shoulder and walked to the door. She turned around for a second to look at him, "Maybe." She said before exiting the classroom for good. She heard him call to her but she ignored it.
"What did he want to talk about?" Jeanne asked, leaning on Arturia's locker, arms over her chest and long braid hanging to her thighs as usual.
Arturia rolled her eyes and took a deep breath, "If I hated him."
The blue eyed girl laughed lightly and stepped aside. "Well do you? Because sometimes I think you're acting ridiculous when I know that you genuinely feel something for him."
"Yeah right," She nodded, her stubborn curl bobbing slightly as she tried to sound as sassy as possible.
"Personally, I think that he is a rather good teacher, non?"
"What does that have to do with me hating him?"
Jeanne shrugged, "But you don't. Plus, you can't deny he's good at teaching." The taller of the two groaned as they continued to walk down the stairs.
"I mean... He is good at teaching, but he's such a flirt. Like I get that you're handsome but does that mean that you can flirt with the girls in class?" She shrugged, her green eyes rolling once more.
"You're just jealous that he doesn't talk to you. He isn't even flirting with them, they're flirting with him; gosh. And you say that you aren't jealous."
Arturia collected her books and dropped off her physics, "Yeah, whatever."
"I have to get home; I only came to remind you that the assignment is due tomorrow." Jeanne smiled, knowing that the other would quickly board her motorcycle and drive off.
"The English assignment?"
"Oui, good luck with it, because I know you have not even started on it."
"Do you need a ride home?" Arturia questioned, her eyebrow raising.
Jeanne shivered and shook her head to decline the offer, "Have I not said that I do not like motorcycles; they scare me—in case you have forgotten."
Arturia nodded and sighed. "Right, almost forgot." She stated.
"What a great friend I have," Jeanne shook her head in fake disappointment and shrugged, "Well, see you tomorrow!"
"Alright then, see you tomorrow."
"Au revoir!" And with a simple wave of her hand, Jeanne walked off in the opposite direction of where the other young girl was heading, since the parking lot was usually at the back of the school.
Arturia shoved her books in her backpack and grabbed the sweater that remained in her locker. She took off the school blazer and placed on the hanger inside the locker and then put on a large black baggy sweater; 'Mumford and Sons' it read across the chest. She slung the bag over her shoulders again and pulled out her white iPod, plugging in the head phones and pressing the play button. Music filled her ears as she passed the hallways and headed for the parking lot.
"Arturia!" She had not heard it at first but her name came again and again.
The blond head spun around and she came face-to-face with the 6 feet tall male, well, more like face-to-chest. Her green orbs followed up from the pine green tie to the man's face. She saw his lips move but did not hear him, then she remembered her ear buds. She removed one of the white headphones and looked up at him with a confused face.
"You left your phone and book behind." The young teacher handed her the two items.
She took them in her hands and kept silent, only staring at him with a serious face, quite upset that she had to see him because she was hoping that she would get home without having to run into any body.
"Oh, um, be careful will you? Motorcycles are involved in lots of accidents lately; drivers are also careless around this time of year." His hand went to rub the back of his neck as the girl stood still, one ear listening to music and the other to his voice.
She returned the objects and turned around.
"Are they not—"
"Can you put them in my bag?" She grumbled, the time had come and passed to put her items inside her bag and she was too lazy to take it off again just to put a stupid phone and book in—although it was a really good book.
"Ah." The man chuckled and slowly opened her bag, "I thought you were going to leave." He placed the things neatly inside and closed the bag again.
"I can take care of myself, by the way." She stated before walking away and putting the ear bud back on.
Her face was focused on the phone in her hands, Jeanne had said she would call but it had been an entire day and she had not said a single thing. The poor girl wanted to know where her friend was, and she felt worried for she had not heard a single word. She had not seen her during their break time and even after school.
The phone danced like a hot potato in her hands as it rang and she quickly went to answer it, putting her motorbike on the neutral setting. "Hello." Her voice made it seem as she was not expecting the call for fear that it was not her friend.
"Hey, sorry, I had no signal for a while." The delicate voice came through the phone.
"Thank God, I was so worried, how have you been, has everything been alright? I haven't heard from you for an entire day, I was getting worried you were sick or something… You never do this to me, and you even missed Chem."
"Ah yes, I woke up a bit late and had things to finish during lunch and during Chemistry and after school I had a club meeting. You know, since I'm in the student council and all."
"Oh, that's right, I forgot that the student council gets to skip classes when they want... How was the meeting?"
"It was good, there was nothing much that we talked about. No school activities or anything, you know." The other spoke calmly.
"Okay, then we are still meeting up, right?" Arturia smiled.
"I promise I'll be at your place in an hour." With that the two girls bid a small farewell and Arturia proceeded to put her phone away and turned the notch on her motorcycle to finalize the parking.
She entered the dollar store* and walked about, finally getting to the snack isle. She looked at the cookies and candies that lined the shelves. She would get some chocolate and some gummy worms, maybe chips if she was feeling up to them, what was it that Jeanne liked; Doritos? She also needed drinks… Sprite would do.
The chocolate was easy to get because it was about waist level. But the gummy worms were a different story, or even on a different story. Being five feet tall was a problem, both because there were times she could not reach things and because people were taller than her while she was hoping to be intimidating. She tried to reach it a couple of times but after thinking to stop embarrassing herself, she stopped. The chips seemed like a tempting offer at the time due to the given situation.
Glaring back up at the gummy worms, she sighed loudly, getting irritated already and thinking of where the Doritos could have been.
"Here." A person offered and brought down two packs of gummy worms.
Arturia's head whipped towards the figure and, rather than being mad as she would always be, she smiled being grateful for the person. "Thank—" She tilted her head to the right and furrowed her blond eyebrows, "You." Her voice was a little sharp that time around.
"Oh, Pendragon, you look rather cute in that outfit, since it gets boring seeing you in a school uniform all the time," he laughed and turned to leave, "I should be off now."
"Yeah, you should be," She replied.
He turned around, lifting a blonde eyebrow in confusion. She walked up to him and glared up at him. "Thanks for the gummies." She murmured up at him, her eyes still glaring as he had a cocky smile on his features.
Her green orbs looked away from him and she turned to leave, he looked at her and took a hold of her wrist before she left. "So are you going to have a party without me?" He smirked down at her, eyes glistening with some deviousness.
"Not exactly a party, see you Monday." She waved and watched as she shook her own hand from his grasp. But he would not let her go, the smirk still plastered on his face that it somewhat irritated her, "Let go."
"Can't let my girlfriend go."
"Gilgamesh," she grunted loudly, "Just let me get my Doritos."
"What kind of party is it if I am not invited?" He questioned, his blond hair nearly covering his red eyes and some weird outfit with a black and white mini jacket—if she could even call it that.
"I said that it was not a party, only Jeanne is coming over," She rolled her eyes.
"Hope not." The male blinked down at her and let her hand go, "See you Monday, babe."
*Soccer*
*How does one say? Ah, yes,*
*This story takes place in Canada bc I live in Canada and I don't write much about what I don't know :$$$$$ SORRRYYYYY*