Arturia packed her belongings into her blue backpack and watched as Jeanne did the same. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Grainne shove a textbook into her purse—she was one of those rich girls that would rather use a purse than a backpack because of fashion statements instead of actual studying wise.
"You girls can go ahead, I need to speak with the teacher about something," Grainne smiled, her red lip-glossed lips etching wide and the corners of her mouth digging into her plump and high cheeks, "I'll see you girls later." A wink of a brown eye was soon followed by a wave of a hand. Her nails were painted red and they were rather long, rings ornamenting her fingers. She had nice slender hands, she was very beautiful and extravagant, Arturia would definitely admit… but she was not fit for Diarmuid.
Arturia smiled, a rather fake smile, and shrugged, "We don't mind waiting."
Grainne giggled and pushed her brown locks over her shoulder, letting them cascade down to her waist along with the rest of her hair; she was quite femininely—something Arturia thought she lacked, "Oh no, sweethearts, I wouldn't want to bother you. Plus, I am sure you are both just dying to get home; this Chemistry stuff is super-duper tiring."
Jeanne laughed and waved her hand, "It's okay, hun, we can totally wait." Arturia and Jeanne did as the taller blonde had said and they waited for the brunette. They talked about fencing and other seemingly unimportant things as Grainne went to talk to Diarmuid.
The brunette sighed and rolled her eyes after turning away from the other females. She held her purse strap tightly and walked towards the teacher, "Sir," her lips were a straight line. She had been planning to speak with him alone, but the other females were quite stubborn.
"Yes?" He looked at her, his blush already gone now. His eyes flickered to Arturia, who had her gaze on them and then they fell back on the female in front of him. Arturia had been looking at him the entire time and he wondered if she had even been embarrassed for what she had done because he sure had a lot.
Grainne took the paper he was writing on and the grabbed a hold of the end of the pencil he was currently holding, "May I?" She fluttered her eyelashes and tilted her head in what she assumed was a cutesy pose that had gotten many guys to fall for her.
Diarmuid let go of the pencil and slowly leaned backwards so that she was not close to him, he already had learnt his lesson from Arturia. He blinked and watched as she wrote something down on the piece of lined paper that he had been writing notes on. She scribbled something down and passed it to him, "I needed your help with this question."
The tall man looked down at the paper and read what she had written down, his amber eyes grew a little and he shook his head, "This won't be on the test. Don't even think about it."
"Will it be on the exam?" She winked.
"No." He shook his head again and gulped, "You should get going home, now." He took the paper and crumpled it up into a ball before turning his head away.
Grainne frowned, brows knitting and a glare in her eyes before she sighed and shrugged, "Tell, me if that changes." She then turned on her heel and smiled at the girls as if nothing had happened, "Come on girls, let's go. Turns out that I don't need that question after all."
Arturia's gaze locked on Diarmuid's for a slight second before she turned back towards Grainne, "Oh," she mumbled, her eyes and voice void of emotion, "I see."
Jeanne was the first to make a move towards the door, she had a smile on her face and an animated stride. She looked quite determined, holding her head high as if she were a queen. She was soon followed by the brunette and then Arturia. They all headed to their lockers together and Jeanne and Arturia walked Grainne to her car.
Neither of two girls were friends with Grainne, but… they had to keep up appearances. It was almost four when Grainne waved them goodbye with one last smile before slipping into her silver and rather expensive car. They watched her back up and disappear out of the parking lot before they turned towards each other.
Jeanne had wide eyes and Arturia had her green one in slits, "She is trying to steal Diarmuid away from me," Arturia hissed and then took Jeanne by the hand, "Let's go execute our plan. Come on!"
Jeanne struggled to catch up to her best friend as they ran up the two flights of stairs before they were left panting at the doors of the third floor. They took a minute to catch their breath as the air around them was filled with their giggles.
Arturia fixed her white shirt and tie before flattening out her skirt, "How do I look?" She had a cheeky smile on her lips and she winked.
Jeanne laughed and shook her head, "Your hair is a complete mess." She stated before dropping her purple bag on the floor before lifting her hands up to her friend's head. She patted down the golden strands and then fixed the bun to the best of her abilities. The Frenchwoman took out a lip stick from her blazer pocket and smeared it on her thumb before rubbing it on the other's cheeks, "You looked a little pale."
"Do you think he'll like it?" Arturia looked down at the pink-red lipstick, her eyes trained on it as the image of the teacher snaked into her mind.
Jeanne shrugged, "I've read my fare share or Shoujo and in most that I have read, the guy always wipes the lipstick off the girl's lips and he says something like 'you don't need this to impress me, I love you the way you are'," Jeanne tried to deepen her voice to sound more like a man, "then the girl's all like 'Oh, insert-name-kun'." Her voice was more high pitched and she held a hand to her heart.
Arturia blinked before letting a chuckle slip, "Okay and what does that mean?"
Jeanne kept silent as she thought about it, "Um… I don't… know. Like it's good because you get a cute moment but the guy said he didn't like it… so I got no clue." The girl shrugged and bit her lower lip, "I say don't wear it."
The Englishwoman nodded and cleared her throat, "Okay, okay…" She tried to calm down her nerves, "Oh, God, why me?" She slapped her cheeks in the process of supressing her blush, "I can't." She shook her head rapidly.
The violet-eyed girl rolled her eyes and pushed the other towards the doors that lead to the hallway, where right across them was the Chemistry classroom, "Yes you can, Artie, now come on. Just get in there and tell him!"
Arturia was trying to stop the movement of her being pushed by sticking her heel into the floor, "Don't do this to me!"
"Arturia! Come on! Are you going to let Grainne steal him from you because she has the balls to ask him out and you don't? Grow a pair and get in there."
"Okay, okay, don't push me. Let me just chillax." Arturia sighed and flailed her hands in anxiety.
Jeanne wrapped an arm around her and led her to the hallway, stopping in front of the big red door that hid the fateful classroom behind it, "You can do it, babe." She soothingly whispered in her ear before opening the door and pushing Arturia inside.
Arturia tumbled in, almost falling on her face before she actually collided against something hard and warm and falling upon it instead. She groaned as she opened her eyes from the rather cushioned impact and took a deep breath, she had probably looked like an idiot as she fell, but as her eyes settled on what had cushioned her fall, a blush grew on her face. She stared at the amber-eyed man for a while, her eyes traced his jawline and lingered on his peach lips for a second before they drifted to that beauty mark under the right amber orb, the skin underneath it slowly changing hues from ivory to rose.
Her eyes shot towards his when she heard his throat clear and then she realized what exactly had happened—she had fallen atop Diarmuid after Jeanne pushed her in the room. Just my luck, shit, she thought to herself as she tried to untangle her limbs from the male's. She rolled off of the man, trying her hardest not to use his body as support for her hands—she had almost pushed against his stomach as she tried to get off of him as gracefully as she possibly could.
"Are you alright?" The man asked as he slowly stood from the beige tiled floor, lifting his cross-body bag and offering a hand to her for she remained seated on the floor, her skirt fanning around her on the tile and her hair a mess again.
She looked up at him and their eyes locked on each other for a mere second before she noticed that his cheeks were slowly turning ivory again, "I should be asking you that, sir," she took his hand and she was pulled up to her feet.
The black-haired man chuckled and rubbed the back of his head with his spare hand, "Yeah, hurt my head a bit, but I'm good. It isn't like I'm going to die."
She wondered how soft his hair could be as he ruffled it and she imagined running her own small hand through it as he laid his head on her lap and told a cheesy chemistry joke. She hadn't been able to do that while they were dating during the summer… Would his hair make her hand halt as it tangled in knots within her fingers or would her hand slide through his soft locks without a single problem?
"Are you sure you're alright?" The voice of Diarmuid snapped her back to reality, making her heart beat a little too fast.
"Uh, yeah, yeah," she nodded her head rapidly, as if trying to shake off the image in her mind—this was not good.
The Chemistry teacher nodded lightly and smiled down at her, "That's good to hear," he then tilted his head, "Did you forget something? You're in luck, I was about to lock the door behind myself."
She shook her head, "No, I didn't. I just…" Her eyes dropped from his face and then she looked down, noticing their hands were still intertwined, a blush grew on her cheeks but she made no effort to slip her hand from his.
"Oh," it seemed like he had noticed because he let her hand fall as he retracted his own, "My sincerest apologies."
"Don't worry about it," Arturia smiled as she looked back up at him, seeing the blush on his cheeks like she had been hoping to.
"So, uhm, why are you here again?" He blinked down at her.
Her face dropped low again as she was preparing to tell him that she had more that student feelings for him for the second time. It was by mere chance that out of the corner of her sight, she noticed a crumpled paper on the floor, it looked like the one Grainne had written on earlier. Arturia dropped to her knees to reach it as it was under the desk and slowly stood, curiosity getting the best of her.
"Oh, that's mine, mind giving it to me?" He tilted his head; it might have tumbled out of the bag as he fell.
She saw the uneasiness in his eyes and shook her head, "It's mine now." She blinked and began to open the ball of paper to see what the brunette had written on it.
"It's mine, give it back," he reached for it but she moved away.
Arturia furrowed her brows, "Is it something bad? There's nothing to hide, right?"
Diarmuid reached for it again but she ran across the room with it, filling the classroom with footsteps as he chased her about, "Give it to me." He kept on demanding as he followed her. Her giggles flooded the room about them as she played a short game of tag before she deemed it time to fully open the paper and read what was on it.
Her giggles died down as she opened the paper and then her eyes skimmed over the words that were surely written by Grainne as the dots on the 'I's were little hearts. Her smile dropped and she looked at the man with big green eyes, "Again?" She referred to the note on the letter.
"Arturia, let me explain," Diarmuid gulped and lifted a hand as if to ease her the way one does to a rowdy horse. His breath hitched and he was trying to even it out as he took a step closer.
"What?" She glared at him, "What the hell?"