~Author's Note~
Hey all! I'm so happy that you guys all liked the lastest chapter, and now I have one all new for you. I wanted to updated as soon as possible, so I have it here. This is part I of this chapter the next part will come out soon! Thank you for all the support, and enjoy!
Sincerely,
~Ms. AtomicBomb
On Monday morning the girls walked from their lockers to Jeanne's class—as they usually did. Except, on this particular Autumn morning, the girls had let their eyes settle on what seemed to be a huge crowd of people in the middle of the History classroom. Jeanne turned her head towards her best friend and furrowed her brows, "Do you think it's because of Gil?" She asked.
"Nah, they weren't this excited about it last week." Arturia commented.
"Ah, right." Jeanne gave a nod, "so what's all the fuss about then?"
"The new kid." Both the girls turned their heads around only to see the tall blond boy behind them, "I saw him outside. And he is not a good influence."
Arturia shot him a short glare and then turned her attention back to the crowd, if she was tall enough she would be able to see the new student. But to her misfortune, she was much too short.
Arturia walked with Jeanne to her seat and they began to speak about other things that were unrelated to the new kid. Most of the talk was about the television show that they were both watching on a regular basis each week and the rest was about what other classes had in store for them.
It wasn't long before the last warning bell rang and Arturia waved her friend goodbye before she ran off to her respective classroom—Business to be exact.
Jeanne's teacher walked in with a smile on her decorated red lips and set her papers down on the desk, "Settle down, class, I know you're all exited for history," she was clearly being sarcastic because she had noticed the clump of people in the middle of her class, "but I have some announcements first." She stated plainly and the students slowly started to disperse to their seats.
Jeanne looked at the teacher intently and had even forgotten about the new student, that was until the teacher had called them up.
"Well, we have a new student everyone, come on up, boy. Introduce yourself and say something you like." She signalled at him and Jeanne could hear the shuffling from behind her.
The new student passed her by and it wasn't until she saw the long blue pony tail that her violet eyes doubled in size and she gasped considerably loudly. This has to be a joke, there is no way on earth that he is here!
"Hey there," the man had turned around and waved a hand, "My name is Cú Chulainn and I like…" he though about it and then his eyes landed on the blonde female. He smiled, surprised to see that she was in his class right off the bat, "Jeanne." A mischievous smile grew on his lips.
The entire class had looked at the female with wide eyes and shocked expressions until the boy at the front of the class cleared his throat, "I didn't mean that I liked Jeanne, I just recognized her. I actually like rugby, I guess."
The class let out a sigh simultaneously and Jeanne felt sort of offended because it seemed more like they were surprised that it was her—as if she was ugly or something. The teacher gave him an option to sit wherever there was a space and since Gilgamesh was no longer sitting with Jeanne, there was a space conveniently next to her and of course, Cú Chulainn had asked if he could sit there.
"Jeanne, would you mind?" Her teacher tilted her head to the right.
"Yes." Jeanne nodded rapidly, "I do m—"
"You're so sweet, Jeanne." The woman gave a smile and pushed Cú Chulainn closer to the desk.
As Cú Chulainn took his seat, Jeanne slowly let her head drop onto her textbook—this was not happening to her. She took a deep breath and sighed as the teacher began her lesson. She never thought that the man next to her would be every where she turned.
"I swear, I am not stalking you, darling." She heard the boy that was seated promptly next to her whisper.
It was a darn long history class for the poor French girls as she was not impressed with what the day had had in store for her, "What lunch do you have?" Cú Chulainn snapped her out of her thoughts.
She lifted her head from her textbook and straightened her back as she blinked at him, "Cú Chulainn, it's nice that you want to befriend me, but we're in the middle of class and I need to pay attention." She mumbled a little over a whisper.
The blue-haired Irish boy grinned, "You only have to say a single letter, Jeanne."
Jeanne nodded and leaned back on her seat, "I have third off."
The grin on the boy grew a little more and he leaned his head on his hand as he stretched out on the desk, "Perfect, maybe you could show me around then." One of his red eyes disappeared behind a wink before he slowly directed his head back to the teacher.
They were unable to share any further conversations as the teacher had continued her lesson and done so until the last minute of class. Jeanne had begun to pack her things and was ready to leave the classroom when a hand on her wrist had stopped her. She turned about and her eyes landed on Cú Chulainn.
"Mind if I walk you to your next class?"
Jeanne bit her lower lip and tried to think about it, but her mind was blank.
"Come on, let's go." He had a bright smile on his lips and he pulled her by the arm, "What other courses do you have?" He asked as they walked through the crowded hallways.
"You're currently walking me to Gym class. Then, I have Chemistry at the end of the day." She answered courtly.
"So you work a part-time job, right? Is it because your parents want you to have a taste of the poor life or do you just want to make money on the side?"
"There's no need for a taste of the 'poor life', I apologize for disappointing you," Jeanne pulled the door to the first floor open, "but I live it. I'm attending Fate Academy through a scholarship program that I excelled at, is it bad to be poor or work a part-time job or something?" She raised an eyebrow and blinked at him as they had continued to walk down towards the big gym that the fine private school had to offer.
Jeanne turned to look towards the now silent boy and noted that Cú Chulainn was beet red and opened his mouth slowly, "Uh, sorry. I thought you might have been the daughter of a company owner or something… Sorry."
"What about you, do your parents want you to 'taste the poor life'?" She tilted her head to her right, "Or are you just another Gilgamesh?"
"I don't know who this Gilgamesh might be, but I'm sure I'm nothing like him." Cú Chulainn chuckled as they had arrived at the Gym doors, "Plus, I'm not the heir of the company, it's my sister and my older brother that have most of the inheritance. I'm still just a high school student."
"Where are you heading off to next?" Jeanne extended her hand, "Let me see your time table."
Cú Chulainn reached into his blazer pocket and fished out his timetable before handing it over to her, "Physics." He answered.
Jeanne glanced at his schedule and furrowed her brows, "So you walked me from the third floor down to the first and are expecting to make it on time to your third floor class in less than a minute?"
Cú Chulainn winked at her and gave a two fingered salute, "I'll see you at lunch then," he smirked before turning around, "Bye." She watched as he disappeared behind the doors of another staircase in a flash.
Jeanne shook her head and sighed, "He is everywhere."
Lunch came around after Jeanne's hard core gym class and she was already dying to fill her stomach. Jeanne had quite a bit of aspirations and she was hoping to go to France to join the military and serve as a Biochemist as well, she was having high hopes, but Arturia always assured her and encouraged her.
"Yeah, I saw the new kid at the party!" Arturia nodded as she spoke with Guinevere. Jeanne sat down next to her best friend in silence and searched her bag for the food that she had made in the morning.
"I think his name is Cú Chulainn, right?" Guinevere asked as she dug her fork into a Caesar salad.
Jeanne furrowed her brows, "Wait, Cú was at the party?" She lifted her head from her boxed lunch and looked at the blond female next to her.
Arturia slowly nodded, "Yeah, he was the one that saw me snooping about, almost caught me too." She answered plainly, "I was a little embarrassed to have him in Physics with me."
"Wait! He was at the party too? Oh my gosh! And he says he isn't stalking me." Jeanne grumbled under her breath.
"Woah, you knew him before the party? You know, he was the one who threw it." Guinevere had a smirk on her lips, "So, how did you two meet?"
Jeanne grumbled again, "Ugh, he offered to buy me a coffee back at Black Horse"—the coffee shop she usually sat at—"and then he wanted to buy cigarettes at my part-time. And then, and then, he sat next to me in class after telling everyone that he liked me!" The French girl sighed in defeat and dropped her head, "I hate this."
"Ooohhh! That's so cute! I bet two hundred dollars that Jeanne and Cú are going to get together by the end of the year." Guinevere clapped her hands together.
Arturia crossed her arms, "I bet two-fifty that she won't end up with him." She leaned on the table.
"I second it!" Lancelot threw in an offer.
Everyone looked at Gawain and he gave a sigh, "I don't think so. I bet sixty that she will go to prom with him. What I mean is, they won't date until after the school year."
"Okay, but that's too far ahead, we'll make that bet later." Guinevere shook her head, "So you think they'll be together?"
"Um… nope. Three hundred they won't."
Jeanne groaned, "Guys, stop gambling over something so ridiculous. I won't end up with him and I bet five hundred."
Arturia turned to her, her green eyes like saucers and her jaw dropped a little, "Five hundred dollars? Do you have that much?"
"Five hundred cents…" Jeanne pouted, "You guys were all saying high numbers I felt left out… So my bet is five dollars."
Guinevere's smile grew, "Aw, everyone's against me. Well, I'll just get richer." She shrugged, and fixed her tie.
Jeanne rolled her eyes and just continued to eat her food as her friends kept going on about the bet and other stuff that rich kids usually talked about. Jeanne had tried to understand them before but there were things she could never understand of that world. It wasn't long before she was interrupted by a tap on her shoulder. Jeanne turned her head about, looking over her shoulder, and saw the tall blue-haired boy behind her, huddled by a bunch of people.
"Are these your friends?" Cú Chulainn asked, his lips widening so that he drew another smirk on them.
The blonde girl blinked up at him and nodded, "Yes."
"Mind if I sit with you?" His head tilted a little to the side, his low pony tail sliding off his shoulder.
Jeanne looked over at Arturia and she gave a soft shrug, then her gaze fell on Guinevere and Lancelot.
Lancelot shrugged his shoulders and rubbed the back of his neck, "As long as it isn't with those people…" He spoke as he looked over at the crowd behind Cú Chulainn.
Cú Chulainn nodded and he turned back to the crowd, "Sorry, but I had prior engagements with this lovely lass."
Some of the girls that had been following him around sighed in defeat while the guys just waved him goodbye. It was a good thing that they had listened to him because sometimes people would follow the new students around for a long time.
The Irishman sat down next to Jeanne and he could see the wide grin on Guinevere's lips, "Is there something funny?" He asked, one of his eyebrows lifting slightly.
Guinevere shook a hand in front of herself as well as her head, "Oh no, it's not that. I'm just happy to be making a friend, that's all."
Cú Chulainn gave a nod before turning his attention back to the short blonde girl next to him, "Aren't you going to introduce me, Jeanne?" He joked a little and then turned towards the other students, "I'm Cú Chulainn, nice to meet you all."
Jeanne pointed at Arturia first and began to introduce her friends, "This is Arturia, Gawain at the far end there, Guinevere across," the brunette waved, "and Lancelot."
The new boy smiled at the people and then looked back at Jeanne, "I think I saw Guinevere and Arturia at the party on Saturday, right?"
Arturia's eyes grew wide and she immediately found her food much more interesting than the conversation.
"Yup! We were definitely there," Guinevere chirped up like a bird, "It was a wicked party too."
"Up until that guy almost puke on me. It was a nice carpet though, I must admit." Jeanne added, "But the view was great."
"Wasn't it?" Guinevere smiled brightly, "I wish I could see it every day." She sighed.
"Well," Cú Chulainn laughed, "I'm not going to have a party every day, sadly." He looked up and it seemed like his red eyes locked on someone beyond Guinevere, "Aw shit." He breathed, "Sorry guys, I have to go now. I'll have to take a rain check on the school tour, sweetheart." He turned towards Jeanne and winked at her before getting off from his seat and making a break for it.
It wasn't until the five students saw another flash of a person running past them and after Cú Chulainn—it was the chemistry teacher. Diarmuid was at a high speed chase after Cú Chulainn who bolted through the doors.
Diarmuid landed his eyes upon the blue-haired boy that sat amidst five other students in one of the far corners of the cafeteria. He loosened his pine green tie and was thankful he had not brought his blazer for lunch duty as he unbuttoned the top button of his white dress shirt along with the cuffs. Slowly rolling the sleeves up, he was spotted by the blue-haired boy and it seemed that the male had mumbled something before he abruptly stood.
Diarmuid pulled his shirt out a little so that he would be able to run after the kid that was saying his farewells. Once the boy started making a break for it, Diarmuid hurried after him. He ran past the group of students that Cú Chulainn had been sitting with, but he paid no heed as he followed him out the cafeteria doors and down the hall.
The hallway was moderately scattered with students trying to fit their books in their lockers or just loitering about, and the blue haired male had the advantage as he would be able to block Diarmuid's path with the occasional student. Cú Chulainn was sprinting down the hallway, pulling other teenagers closer so that his pursuer would have a harder time keeping up with him. He almost slid as he turned the corner and bolted through a pair of doors and then the up stair case.
Diarmuid was completely furious by now, he had to dodge students and objects that had been on the floor—well, if it was a student, he would try to help them up. By the time he made it to the stairs, he heard the top floor door open and he silently cursed himself. The teacher lifted his arms in the air and let his hands rest atop his head as he took a deep breath, "You are going to get it." He mumbled under his breath, still keeping his eyes on the stairs.
The Irishman stood there as he caught his breath and decided to continue his pursuit after the younger male, he had probably stopped to flirt with a girl or two after he had noticed that the teacher had not followed him. Diarmuid took his time going up the stairs, it was getting closer to the end of the first lunch and the boy was most likely nearing his next class—Mathematics.
Just as Diarmuid had predicted, Cú Chulainn was speaking with a girl by his Mathematics class; probably hoping to get her number or something. Silently sneaking up behind him, Diarmuid took hold of Cú Chulainn's pony tail and pulled him down—the girl he was talking to had her blue eyes like saucers.
Cú Chulainn yelped as the other male pulled on his hair and then he tried to struggle from the grip, "Let go," he hissed between clenched teeth.
"We have to talk." Diarmuid pulled the pony tail a little harder as he dragged the boy down the hallway.
"B-But class is about to start, isn't it?" Cú Chulainn argued, hoping that the teacher would let his hair go.
Diarmuid shrugged, "I can excuse you."
The red-eyed male shook his head, "Okay, just let me go; I'll follow you."
A shrug from the Chemistry teacher's shoulders, "You best," he spoke before loosening his grip on the blue pony tail.
Cú Chulainn stood straight and dusted his uniform for no apparent reason before smiling, "Thanks," he grinned and then, with another smirk, he made a break for it again. There was no way he wanted to get in trouble at the moment.
Diarmuid groaned before racing after the student for the second time in less than twenty minutes. This time, however, Diarmuid sprinted to the best of his ability and was able to catch up to Cú Chulainn and swing an arm around his neck to bring him into a choke hold, "Talk. Now." He took a deep breath as the running had tired him out a little bit. He dragged the boy—still in a chokehold—to the nearest empty classroom as the hallway filled with students stared at them in shock.
Cú Chulainn grunted, "Okay, okay, can you let go now?" He furrowed his brows and coughed for a short while, "I get it."
Diarmuid let go of the younger male and then proceeded to cross his arms over his chest, "I think I've told you many times, haven't I?" His eyes held disappointment as his lips were pursed in a straight line, "Do you ever listen to me?"
"Okay, I know that the party was a—"
"Do not even get me started on that right now. I'm talking about this morning, by the electricity box on the sidewalk. I've heard my fair share of rumors and most of them seem to be the same." He leaned on a desk, "Why were you smoking? You know, it is prohibited to smoke on school property; the penalty is expulsion."
Cú Chulainn rolled his eyes, "That. Is that what you wanted to talk about? I thought it was something important."
"That is important. I thought I told you to stop, what are you doing still smoking? It's been a year, for goodness' sake, you're just seventeen don't be stupid."
"Yeah, whatever, leave me alone," the blue-haired male waved his hand as to dismiss the issue and headed for the door before the other male stopped him.
"Cú Chulainn, I think that I have been very clear with you. Your behaviour is driving me insane, you need to stop this ridiculous rebellious phase. Why do you think I had to transfer you?" Diarmuid was quite furious with the boy before him at this point, "Father had had enough, Cú, that's why I brought you with me. Scáthach was very upset with you because she had taught you better than to cause trouble at school and at home. You know, she hadn't even known you smoked until we went to finalize your transfer this weekend."
"Whatever." Cú Chulainn grumbled, "Let me get to my stupid class now."
"This is your last year of high school, try to act like you care. And when we get home, we'll discuss the party stuff because I still haven't gone to see what chaos awaits me." He had arrived an hour before school had started so there was no time to check out the suite before having to attend his class.
Cú Chulainn rolled his eyes again and then pushed Diarmuid aside before exiting the empty classroom and heading off to Mathematics. Diarmuid left the classroom a little later and then proceeded back to the cafeteria to continue his lunch duty.
Jeanne and Arturia walked with their friends to their next classes and after Gawain and Lancelot had been dropped off, they followed Guinevere to her Creative writing class. The brunette loved the writing industry, in fact her father was the C.E.O of a famous publishing firm and Guinevere was club president of the school Newspaper and yearbook committee. She knew everything that was happening at school; who was dating whom, who was having a party (hence the reason she knew of Cú Chulainn's), and who had beef with whom. She knew absolutely any gossip that was remotely important or scandalous.
Guinevere was currently scrolling through her phone and checking up on anything that she would find interesting about anyone. She usually used the applications Chirp* or Oh Deer* to find out what people were up to, and Excalibur* just to pass her time.
"What are you up to?" Arturia took a peak of Guinevere's phone to see what she was currently reading.
"Checking up on what happened with Mister Hottie and Cú," Guinevere grinned as she scrolled down a bit more. She gasped and clicked on something before showing it to her friends, "Lo and behold! Got what I wanted."
Arturia and Jeanne saw a picture taken by a student of Diarmuid holding Cú Chulainn in a chokehold, "You are not going to have this on the newspaper, right?" Arturia commented as she furrowed her brows. She felt a little uneasy at the sight of Diarmuid; she was still upset with him and her heart felt as if it was being squished. The blonde gulped and let her gaze lift from the picture of the teacher to her brunette friend.
"Oh, god no. The principal would expel me; this is going on my blog." Whatever Guinevere knew she could not get away with on the school news, it was going to be up on her blog of which she advertised on the paper anyways. Half of the school read her blog because people loved their gossip and Guinevere was the go-to person for that.
Jeanne tilted her head slightly, "Why do you think Mister Ua was chasing him around?" She mumbled under her breath as she continued walking after the other females, come to think of it, there was no way that Cú Chulainn was already in trouble with Diarmuid, considering he was a hard person to piss off.
Guinevere shrugged, "Beats me, but whatever it was it will be up on my blog by tomorrow night the latest so keep being posted!" She winked just as they had arrived at her classroom, "And don't you dare miss it, I have a hunch it's going to be good—as always." She bid her friends a farewell and then disappeared into her class.
Last period had come faster than expected and the two blonde girls made their way to their chemistry class, Arturia feeling very queasy and sick as she was not in the mood to lock eyes with the man that had clearly rejected her. She sat down in her seat and made sure that the teacher was not there before she slowly pulled out her textbook and kept her eye on her best friend as she talked about the homework that they had done for the weekend.
Diarmuid entered the classroom and his eyes locked with Arturia's for a millisecond before he turned his head and quickly began with attendance. Most of the students were in class and he gave the attendance sheet to a volunteer who headed down to put it in the drop box. He began his lesson by asking if they had had any trouble with the homework that had been assigned to them during the weekend and a girl lifted her hand.
"I have a question," a female with black hair called out, trying to gather up all her courage after she had noticed that Grainne was not there.
Diarmuid nodded, "Alright."
The female gulped as she was ready to land in detention, "Is it true you went to Ireland? There's a rumour going around that you left for the weekend, why so?"
The teacher sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, "I did go to Ireland, and it was for family matters, that is all I am willing to say. This is my private life, and as far as I am concerned, you need not know of it."
The bell rang at the end of the day and the students all gathered their books but he called onto a few people, including Arturia to stay behind, "Absent slips," he commanded and some students presented him with the papers, save for a boy and Arturia.
The rest of the students were dismissed and Diarmuid gave a short lecture before he sent Arturia and the other student on their way. The brunet left the class quickly, and Arturia was opening the door but was soon stopped by the teacher's voice, "Can I talk to you for a minute, Pendragon?"
Arturia silently cursed herself before she saw Jeanne on the other side of the door with a thumbs up, as if telling her that she was keeping an eye out for her, "What do you want to talk about?"
"I want to clarify about what happened last Wednesday…" He mumbled, trying his best not to sound intimidated.
Arturia turned around and sat down at the desk closest to the demonstration bench where the male stood, "You better thank Jeanne because she's the only reason I'm giving you a chance to explain yourself." Arturia had had five days to cool her head and Jeanne had encouraged her to hear him out if he had asked for it. It had taken Jeanne a lot of convincing, but she had succeeded at the end.
Diarmuid took a deep breath before he began, "Grainne and I have known each other since last fall. My uncle, Fionn, is her betrothed and the first time he met her I had to be dragged along…"
Grainne sat at her couch next to her father as she heard the maid open the door. Her father had found her a suitor and she was crossing her fingers that he was good looking and a good man but her father had said he was the CEO of some engineering company and owned shares in the Irish security company called Fianna—which he had sold off to a good friend of his for a really good price.
Since her father was the owner of Airt; a Casino industry, he wanted more Casinos built and it would be a bright idea to have his daughter marry into a family that could make him buildings for a cheaper price, and keep his family in business.
Grainne sat back on the couch and waited for the male to arrive. When the maid led in a beautiful young man, Grainne had almost jumped on one foot in excitement. Gorgeous amber eyes and a beauty mark below one of them, gosh, Grainne had never believed in love at first sight until this instant when her heart skipped a beat.
Another man followed after the beautiful one, one much taller and gruffer. Dark orbs and hair as the night; he was handsome for an older male, but nothing compared to younger male who seemed to be the most handsome man on the planet.
Cormac stood and greeted the older male first and then the younger one. Grainne quickly learned that the gorgeous one was Diarmuid and Fionn, the other. She greeted them both with a bright smile on her red lips.
Cormac gave a smile after seeing that his daughter was very satisfied with her suitor, "Well, Fionn, this is my third daughter, Grainne; she is a very educated and lovely young lady."
Fionn chuckled and nodded, "I have no doubt in that, thank you. I also hope that you do not mind that I brought my nephew along. He's the only one that lives around here."
"Oh, that is not a problem." Cormac nodded as they all took a seat on the couches again, "What are you doing right now, Diarmuid?"
"I have just finished my Bachelor of Science and Business. I plan on becoming a teacher for the time being until my father decides that it is time to share the company duties with my older sister."
"That's quite nice, doing something for the children, right?" Cormac laughed, "And how are you Fionn's nephew? He is just a few years older than you." Grainne's father was right, Fionn was only three years older than Diarmuid.
"Adoptive nephew, it is quite complicated when you look at the family tree. Simply put, he is my adoptive Nephew." Fionn grinned, "Fine young man, isn't he?"
Cormac nodded, "Quite so," he smiled, "What company does your father own, Diarmuid?"
"My adoptive father, Aengus, owns Fianna Corporation." Diarmuid answered and that was when Grainne noticed that she was actually intended to marry Fionn and not Diarmuid. Her smile immediately dropped and she turned her head towards her father with a confused look in her eyes.
"And do you know of your real father?"
Diarmuid bit his lower lip and nodded, "I am the son of Donn."
"Donn? Well, you must be very wealthy." Cormac commented; Donn was the wealthiest business man in Ireland. He basically owned the economy there and he was quite famous for being ruthless that people called him 'The King of the Underworld', but he was very respected, "Will you be inheriting Donn's fortune?"
"My paternal father and I do not have good connections and thus I disagree that I will inheriting his assets." The poor amber-eyed male was already feeling uncomfortable with the conversation.
"What kind of teacher do you want to become?" Grainne thought it best to ask for she would probably start taking that course just for him.
"Chemistry," Diarmuid answered, glad that she was not poking into his wealth, "Although, right now I am tutoring high school students."
Grainne grinned, "Aw, that's so sweet!" She acted like a little girl looking upon a toy, and then turned to her father, landing a hand on his forearm, "Daddy, can I keep him, he's so cute; like a doll." She was Daddy's little girl and she knew whatever she asked for, her father would give it to her.
"Sweetie," her father almost shook his head before she stopped him.
"He can be my escort or Chaperon. Daddy, please?" She did her famous puppy dog eyes and then her father gave in.
"Of course, darling, whatever it is you want." He said and she heard Fionn chuckle a little.
She clapped her hands cutely and acted a little more like a small child so her father could not see through her act.
"That was how I was basically forced to follow her around for a few months…" Diarmuid grumbled, "I quit right after she forced a kiss on me during Christmas because we were standing under a mistletoe. I hadn't seen her for a little over half a year until I came here."
Arturia bit her lower lip and slowly nodded, "So you didn't kiss her, or do anything with her while we were together?"
Diarmuid shook his head, "I would never."
"Well," Arturia stood from the seat, a little confused after hearing the entire story—of course he had not told her every little detail, "If that is all, I will go now."
"Wait, Arturia, I… I have something else that I need to tell you." He walked towards her and stood quite close to her.
She noticed his cheeks were tinted red and it seemed that he was nervous because his eyes were not locked with hers, "Yes?" She tried not to expect much—Jeanne had warned her.
"I've thought about it, over and over while I was in Ireland with Scáthach; she gave me some advice and… well…" He was beet red by now, even his ears were pink and it caused her heart to flutter a little, the pain leaving her slowly after she had heard his explanation.
"I really… I—" He was stopped by loud bickering and then two teenagers stumbled in.
One of them yelped as she was falling but was caught by the male before she hit the floor, "Careful there, princess."
"You're the one that opened the door! I told you to stop it! I almost died." Jeanne was scolding the blue-haired man that was holding her tightly in his arms before he helped her up fully, "You're so stubborn."
"So what are you then?" He winked, "You are beyond stubborn."
Jeanne punched his arm and it wasn't until Arturia cleared her throat that the two teenagers looked at their audience and Jeanne turned red.
"Oh!" Cú Chulainn nodded but then furrowed his brows, why had Jeanne been so protective over the door if it was just Diarmuid talking with Arturia. Arturia… that sounds very familiar, I just can't place—"No way! Arturia? I know now! You looked so familiar and you name is so unique; how could I have missed it all this time?" Cú Chulainn's eyes were wide and Diarmuid felt choked for he had told his brother about Arturia during the summer he had spent with him, "You're the daughter of Uther Pendragon, right? You were the Adolescent Fencing World Champion for three years? The one that just up and disappeared like two years ago?" Diarmuid felt his heart settle as he let out a heavy sigh while Cú Chulainn continued, "Man! I used to watch your tournaments all the time, you were so skilled! I would have never thought you'd be here. Wow. Your father owns the Royal Bank of Camelot? Right? And Pendragon Corporation too!"
Jeanne was quite confused, "Do you stalk her too?" She furrowed her brows as she was a bit irritated for a reason she did not know.
Cú Chulainn chuckled, "Not exactly, they always talk about the fencer's back story before they get to the podium and I've heard it like a thousand times. She's very respected in the world of fencing; Arturia is basically a hero. Her nick name is Saber since she is basically the master of the sabre."
Arturia stood awkwardly and furrowed her brows, "Uh…"
Jeanne burst into laughter, "Artie, you have a fan."
Cú Chulainn gave a smile before he turned to Diarmuid, "Can we go home now, I am super hungry. You better make me a good lunch because I couldn't eat, thanks to you."
Both the females looked between Diarmuid and Cú Chulainn with questioning looks on their faces, "What?" Arturia decided to speak up.
"Oh, Dia's my big bro." Cú Chulainn answered her confusion, "And he owes me lunch!" He jokingly glared at his older brother.
~Author's Note~
These are the Apps that Guinevere uses ;)
*Chirp= Twitter (Obviously)
*Oh Deer= Yik Yak
*Excalibur= Tumblr
What App do you guys use more often? I'm more of an Excalibur fan haha.
Sincerely,
~Ms. AtomicBomb