~Author's Note~
Hey babies! Thank you for all the reviews! You guys are so very very very sweet! I love you all! Thank you! I actually had my Bio Exam on Monday morning and I was freaking out, my glass water bottle shattered like three minutes before the exam and I was panicking and all. But now I have accepted my fate lol... enough about me ranting! I hope you all like this update and SPOILER next chapter is going to have a flashhhbackkkkk and we might be starting this whole teacher-student thing soon and a new character next episode!
Sincerely, with anticipation,
~Ms. AtomicBomb
Jeanne continued to tap her fingers on the glass counter and stared down at the lottery tickets beneath it. She took a deep breath and waited patiently for the person…but she decided to tilt her body so that she could see down the isle that the person remained fixed in. She was used to customers standing at the isle deciding what they were going to do, but for some odd reason she felt as if she needed to view them.
To her surprise, she noted the person taking a pack of what looked like gum and shoving it into the grey sweater pocket. Immediately frowning, Jeanne leaned back and watched the person approach the cashier.
"I would like to have a pack of cigarettes as well as this chocolate," the man set the candy bar on the counter as he grabbed the wallet from his back pocket. Upon lifting his face from the counter, he came across the pretty face of the girl he had met at the coffee shop, "Oh! Hello, lass,"
Jeanne shouldn't have been surprised—she really shouldn't have, but the look on her face still demonstrated otherwise and it made him crack a chuckle, "I would need your I.D." She grumbled after calming herself from being amazed.
"I.D? And why is that, sweetheart? You already know my name," The blue-haired man known as Cú Chulainn winked at her.
"You have to be nineteen to legally purchase cigarettes and I would need to check you I.D. for your age. Check the sign," She deadpanned as she pointed at a sign behind her that read what she had recited, crossing her arms over her chest afterwards.
"Seriously? Ugh, how about you make an exception?" He gave a toothy grin, probably hoping to make her heart flutter or something.
Jeanne shook her head and sighed, "I'm afraid that it would be breaking the law. If you are not nineteen, you are not to be smoking."
"It wasn't like this in Ireland…" Cú Chulainn groaned and then shrugged, "Alright, so just the chocolate bar then." He set a twenty-dollar bill on the counter and Jeanne quickly charged him for the pack of gum he seemed to be stealing and the candy bar, giving him less than eighteen dollars back, "I'm pretty sure tax is only thirteen cents per dollar, so why did you charge me for two candy bars?"
"Because I am also charging you for the gum you planed to steal, so if you don't want it, take it out of your pocket before I ban you from this store." She blinked. She didn't like thieves or dishonest people, and so she was partially glaring at the male before her.
The boy let a smirk grow on his lips and then gave a nod, "You've been watching me," he winked, "You're a bright one."
Jeanne gave a smile and nodded, "I am, thank you, and that means I wouldn't let you steal from me."
"Check my pockets, sweetheart, I don't have it anymore, I knew you were keeping an eye on me," he then inverted his pockets and demonstrated he really didn't have it on him.
"I… but you just—"
"I don't steal, I might smoke, but I don't steal." Cú Chulainn nodded again and then let his gaze drop from her violet eyes to her chest once more, but only in search of a nametag, "Well, miss Jeanne, I have a feeling we're going to see each other quite a bit, my darling."
Jeanne sighed loudly and shook her head, "Did you, perhaps, admit to stalking me?" She blinked at him.
"Weren't you just keeping an eye on me? Anyway, I think that God just wants us to get together, would you listen to God?"
The female crossed her arms over her chest and turned away, "We will see if God does want us to be together…"
"Goodbye, sweetheart." She heard him and then footsteps followed before she heard the jiggling of the bells that indicated he was gone. She went back to stocking after he had left and she did so for a few more minutes until the bell rang again, letting her hair free from the ponytail in the process.
She went back to the cashier, frowning for she had thought that Cú Chulainn had just returned to piss her off even more, but she was silenced when a man with a black sweater on, hood over his head and sunglasses approached the cashier counter after coming from the refrigerated isle.
The man set an energy drink on the counter, still keeping his gaze averted from hers—not that she could really see as he was wearing dark sunglasses.
"No sunglasses or hoods inside the store," she spoke as she pointed at a sign, "Read the sign."
The man lifted his head, "What? No. I can't take them off." The voice of the man seemed quite familiar, but she did not really pay attention.
"Failure to comply with store policy can get you kicked out." She was quite strict when it came to rules—well, the ones that made sense anyways.
"Jeanne, please, just let me keep my sunglasses. I'll take off the hood, just not the glasses."
Her eyes grew into huge amethysts and she leaned over the counter, "Gilgamesh? Is that really you?"
The man took off his hood and it revealed the straight golden locks of the boy she knew much too well, "Not the sunglasses," he pouted.
Jeanne chuckled and shook her head, "You just don't want me to see that black eye of yours, is that it?"
"Oh, shut up," he growled, "Leave me be."
"Can I please see? Oh please, I promise not to tell a single soul. I'll give you the answers of the assignment you missed." She winked an eye and extended her hand so that he could pass her the bill for the energy drink.
Gilgamesh did not pass her a bill, instead he gave her the exact change for the drink and then removed his glasses, "Just for the assignment."
Jeanne's lips formed a bright smile as her eyes landed on the black eye that Lancelot had caused. She had to stop herself from forming a brighter smile as her eyes skimmed over the tender bruised skin. It was healing nicely, and she guessed it was because the son of a politician couldn't not endanger his future career with such a thing. His eye was still a bit puffy and the purple skin was starting to fade a considerable amount, "Looking good, Gil." She smiled.
Gilgamesh glared at her as she punched in the price at the cashier register and dropped the coins in after sorting them, "Yeah whatever, happy now?"
"You look attractive, like a bad boy or something." She complimented, not really having a second meaning to her words, just stating what she saw, "You just need a leather jacket."
"Sure," Gilgamesh rolled his eyes as he scoffed and picked up the energy drink, "Whatever you say."
"Honestly, you look 'wild'," she quoted and giggled, "It suits you."
"You're only saying that because you want to see me with a black eye all the time."
Jeanne laughed and nodded, "I would be lying if I said no. Are you coming to school tomorrow? You're missing an awful lot of History." She smiled as she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned forward a little, onto the counter top.
"We'll have to see," The male blinked his ruby red eyes and prepared to leave, "Your hair looks nice like that, I like it loose."
Jeanne's smile grew a little more as she noticed he had returned the compliment and she tilted her head, "Aw, thanks Gil."
"Yeah, whatever." He waved his hand as to dismiss the matter.
"You can actually be really sweet when you want to."
He turned back to her with a blush on his cheeks and a glare in his eyes—she wondered how many colours a man could hold on his face at once and she was glad he answered her question, "Just shut up," he stormed out after that.
The following day, that Friday, Jeanne sent a text to Arturia during first period for Gilgamesh had decided to show up, but with make-up covering his sweet black eye that it was disappointing. She urged Arturia to show up and after a lot of convincing, Arturia had said she would be there by second period.
Gilgamesh did not sit next to Jeanne as he still had said that Arturia was the one to punch him and usually, you don't sit with the friends of the people that gave you a black eye. Jeanne was slightly relieved that he didn't sit with her, but at the same time a little lonely because after having Gilgamesh seated next to her for a while, she had come accustomed to having someone around.
"Can you believe that Diarmuid isn't here today?" Jeanne over heard a girl talking in her class.
Another seemed to join in the conversation, "I heard he went back to Ireland."
"You think he had enough of us?"
"Maybe, I mean all the girls were after him… Oh, don't you find it fishy that Grainne isn't here either?"
"Yeah! And she kept saying that she had kissed him! Do you think they ran off together?"
"Oh please, she isn't even that pretty. He wouldn't go with her, look at me, I'm prettier than her."
"But she's richer than you!"
Jeanne turned her head towards the girl's and furrowed her brows, "Did he really go back to Ireland?"
A brunette turned to her and nodded rapidly, "That's what I heard Miss Grail saying. She said he told her a few days ago that he was going back to Ireland, but I don't know if he just left forever. I doubt it."
"I think he's on a little escapade with Grainne," one of the girl's giggled.
"Oh…" Jeanne nodded slowly, "Okay. I just hope that isn't true."
"Me too," the brunette sighed, "He's so cute I wouldn't want him to have a girl friend."
"He does, she's this short blond girl." Jeanne blurted, glad that Gilgamesh was not seated next to her. The bell rang right afterwards and Jeanne shot up from her seat and waved the other females goodbye before running out to find Arturia.
Arturia stood outside her physics classroom, the one she shared with Gilgamesh, and greeted Jeanne when she got there, "Diarmuid isn't here anymore, this girl said that she went back to Ireland." She mumbled lowly and gulped, "Do you think that he's gone forever?"
Arturia shrugged, "I frankly don't care."
"Are you sure?" Jeanne sang, "I'm sure you really do care. Plus, he still wanted to explain things to you before he left, what if he never comes back?"
"Not my problem." The other female shrugged and then entered her classroom.
"Arturia, you can't act like this forever!" The French girl called after her friend.
When fourth period came, the teacher was not there and they had a supply for the period. Nothing much happened other than the girls were able to finish their homework and were able to do so with time to spare. Jeanne drove Arturia home because now that the weather was getting colder and the rain was stopping Arturia from riding her motorcycle.
Upon arriving home, Arturia readied her fencing equipment and prepared for the fateful afterschool activity that her father thought was good for discipline. It was going to be hard to return after two years of avoiding it… but she couldn't deny her father of what he had ordered of her. Although she was the second child, she was still the heir of the Pendragon Company and that was already a hassle to handle. Business was not exactly her passion, but she did very well in it, she preferred criminology for she felt it was a more direct approach to helping people… even if she could not have protected her mother.