Cú Chulainn sighed as he entered Diarmuid's car. He carefully pulled the seatbelt over himself after having shoved his backpack into the back seat. Now that the day was getting old, the sun was hoping to set soon for winter was starting to scare it away. The young man watched as his older brother stepped into the car and turned it on, cranking up the heat a little more. The blue haired male connected his phone to the car and began to blast a random rock song.
Diarmuid let out a deep breath and lowered the music using the buttons on the steering wheel, but Cú brought the music back up again. This happened a few more times before Cú Chulainn gave up and let out a loud sigh, "What, just let me put my songs," he growled, "You always get to put on that classical stuff."
"How was your first day of school? Save for the part I almost tackled you down." Diarmuid thought to ask because it was much better to hear his brother talk instead of other students.
"Ugh," Cú Chulainn threw his head back, "Ugh! Don't even get me started! I messed up. Like who even likes Rugby? I meant Lacrosse… Jeanne had just distracted me. I basically looked like an idiot in front of the entire class."
"Hey," Diarmuid called, "rugby's cool."
"Yeah, but I didn't mean that."
"I see you've become quick friends with Jeanne… Don't hang around her too much, she's my best student—I don't want you influencing her otherwise." He flickered his gaze to his brother as they left the parking lot.
Cú Chulainn chuckled and shook his head, "Is that a challenge?"
"Cú Chulainn…"
"We're going to end up together. Plus, we met last week, she's quite hard working."
Diarmuid did not even question his brother with the beginning of his statement, "Yes, she's the best student in the school, that's why I don't want you messing her up."
"So," Cú Chulainn blinked, "that's Arturia, huh?"
Diarmuid shot his head towards his brother, keeping his lips pursed, trying not to look too surprised, "Hn?"
"I thought she would have been taller or something. I don't know, just thought she was a decent height, right?" The red-eyed boy looked over at his brother.
Diarmuid shrugged, noticing that his brother was just going on about the fact that she was a fencer, "I did not know she was so famous…"
"Damn sure you didn't, or else you would know that she was under-aged when you were dating her. Or rather, I hope you didn't know she was a high schooler." He blinked again, not paying attention to the older male. Cú Chulainn then chuckled a little, "Did you really think I wouldn't notice? You had gone on and on about it near the end of the summer and you expected me to forget? I actually wouldn't have noticed that it was her if it wasn't for Jeanne guarding the door like the three headed hound; it was as if her life depended on it."
Diarmuid gulped and turned his head so he could see the sly smirk on his younger brother's face, "What? Do you plan on reporting me or something?"
"Nah, wouldn't even dream of it. Just saying that you're going to get in trouble when someone finds out."
The teacher gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white, "Then what do you want?"
"I want you to stop bothering me about my smoking habit; that's all." Cú Chulainn was stretching his legs so that his feet would be held up by the car's dashboard but her heard a noise of disapproval by the male next to him.
"Feet off the dashboard, this is my car, Cú," Diarmuid warned, shooting the other male a short glare, "This is different. First off, there is nothing happening between Arturia and I as of now and smoking is a different matter entirely."
Cú rolled his red eyes, "No it isn't. Plus, the way you were looking at her didn't seem to me like there was nothing, and you were red when Jeanne and I stumbled in. Anyways, Arturia isn't good for you and cigarettes aren't good for me either, so main point we don't bother each other about these things."
"I disagree. Unlike you, I have nothing to do with Arturia but you have everything to do with smoking."
"Right, well just wait a week or two for it and then we'll settle on the final verdict." The younger of the two crossed his arms over his chest, "Anyway, what are you going to make me? I want something really good."
Wednesday arrived sooner than expected, answering the questions of all those who wondered where Grainne had been since the past Friday. The brunette came back with sun kissed skin and red lips; she had said that she was at a photoshoot in Australia for her mother's new collection. Since the vibrant tan had been her alibi, no one thought to question her any further.
Grainne was seated at her usual seat during lunch, surrounded by the many other popular girls that had wanted to get closer to her because everyone knew that if one wanted to become a model, being friends with the daughter of the famous designer Eerie was the way to do it. Most of Grainne's closest friends were models for her mother and that also meant that she chose her friends wisely.
A call of her name made the brunette turn her head, her hair cascading over her shoulder and hanging to her waist, "Yes?" Her decorated lips parted for the simple word as she blinked dark eyelashes.
A blond boy stood before her and she was smart enough to know he was basically the richest boy in the school. His tie was loose and he seemed to have a look of irritation on his features—as he usually did. That look could be described as if he was looking down a someone with a lower status, "Gilgamesh… What do you want?" She wasn't afraid to be sassy with him, he was a thorn in her side anyways.
"Grainne. I heard some very interesting things about your Fiancé and his nephew. I think we might have some business to discuss." Gilgamesh smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. Today, he had his hair styled up wards like golden flames and earrings matching his hair dangling from each ear.
Grainne rolled her brown orbs and she slipped from the table, "One sec, girls." She smiled at her friends and followed Gilgamesh out of the cafeteria so that they could speak in private—he had caught her attention when she heard him mention her beloved teacher, "What is it?" She leaned on one knee and let one of her hips dip as she looked down at her fingernails.
"I have a reason to believe that you will accept my proposition." Gilgamesh spoke, irked by the fact that Grainne was being too insensitive.
A styled eyebrow lifted, "And what might that be?"
The blond crossed his arms over his chest and began, "You are basically boiling in your seat just thinking about the Chemistry teacher—now, I know you love him or something, and I don't care. I simply think it would be beneficial to have you on my team."
"Your team?" Grainne scoffed as she rolled her eyes, "Are we going to join the track team now? Or do a three-legged race?" She let a giggle fall from the gap between her red lips as she twirled her hair.
"Are you going to be irritating? Because I truly don't need you, you need me." Gilgamesh purposed an Ultimatum and the girl before him glared him down.
She pushed her hair behind her ear and sighed, "What do you want?"
"I think that your beloved teacher is sneaking around with another student… My girlfriend to be exact. And I want to catch them." He was finally being clear. Although it was a suspicion, he was starting to believe it a little more because he had seen Jeanne guarding the door and bickering with Cú Chulainn so as to not let him pass. She had been so damn determined that it had looked sketchy.
Grainne grit her teeth, "As if he would turn me down for that flat chested, ugly, basic bitch." She rolled her eyes again, "Not even in her dreams, Gilgamesh."
"I'd prefer it if you stop trash-talking my girlfriend." Gilgamesh blinked, "I'm not so forgiving."
The Irishwoman waved her hand, "Whatever, you know I'm much prettier than that snake."
He furrowed his brows and shook his head, suppressing a chuckle that threatened to slip, "You're quite ugly. I don't see much appeal to you since you have to hide your imperfections with that cake face."
Grainne gasped, "Excuse me?" She held a hand close to her chest for she felt offended, "Did you just—"
"Yes, now, do you want to team up with me or not. This would be beneficial both for me and you, so tell me if you want in." The rich and snobby school prince took a deep breath, trying not to loose his temper with the female before him.
"Do you think I need you? I can find it all out on my own. Plus, I highly doubt he's sneaking about with Arturia of all people." The female was not convinced at all, and it would take her a lot of proof to be.
Gilgamesh simply shrugged, "Suit yourself, but there is a lot of evidence that I already have and you will never get. You see, I've noticed from the start and I will always be a step ahead of you, but if we work together; all this information will be disposable to you and all of your little heart's desires. I know all about you and that teacher," a lie, "and I won't think twice about spilling it to your wealthy fiancé."
Grainne's eyes widened, "You cannot tell Fionn a single thing, do you understand?" She knew very much what would happen if her father and Fionn found out that she had been pursuing the handsome man behind their backs. It scared her thinking of what would happen to Diarmuid if they knew about the kiss they had shared, "You wouldn't even dare."
Gilgamesh shrugged, "I wouldn't try me if I were you, my dear. So, do you want to help me out or not?"
"Do I even have a choice?" Grainne glared at the young man before her, "I'll do it. In the condition that if Diarmuid and I get together in the end you will not tell a single soul, got it? Or else I will definitely ruin you."
The prince of the school simply chuckled and nodded, "Perfect." He stretched out his hand to offer it to her, "Do we have a deal then?" He had a sly smirk on his face—he always got what he wanted.
Grainne took his hand and shook it, "Deal." She squeezed his hand and dug her nails into the back of it as a warning, "You dare snake me and I will not even think twice before stabbing you in the back."
"Planning to pull a Brutus are we now?" Gilgamesh laughed a little.
"Not if you plan on acting more like Julius Caesar." She gave a chide remark before turning on her heel, "If that is all, I am leaving now."
"Oh, Grainne," Gilgamesh called after her and it caused her to turn her upper body towards him.
"What?" Her eyebrows were furrowed and she looked greatly pissed by this point, Gilgamesh was not a fun person to talk to, in fact, he was a royal pain in the ass—if one had to also describe his snobby prince-like behaviour.
"I hope you have a lot of free time soon; I plan to solve this in the next two weeks or so." He gave one last smirk before the female turned around and ducked back into the cafeteria.