Friday morning was no exception for Cú Chulainn to walk Jeanne to class. He had been doing so for five days straight now, and he was also sitting with Jeanne and her friends during lunch, which was when he learned about Guinevere's love for gossip and Lancelot's silence. Today, he offered to hold Jeanne's books for her and she finally give in after refusing him for three days straight. He held her history and chemistry books in one arm, the one he had his bag strap around, while the other was used to explain something he had seen on the television the night before.
Jeanne was nodding her head a little, her mind not exactly in place as she was thinking about what Arturia had told her happened between her and the teacher that Monday afternoon that the boy beside her had decided to ruin.
"Earth to Jeanne, lass, are you there?" Cú Chulainn was waving his hand in front of her face and she snapped out of her trance.
She blinked violet eyes for a short while and nodded, "I was thinking about the project that's coming up." She lied as they descended the stairs to get to her second period class.
"Ah," Cú Chulainn grinned, "Are you going to come over then?" He winked—they had been paired up because the teacher had told Jeanne to 'help' the new kid since she was the school's vice-president—"You already know where I live, babe."
Jeanne rolled her eyes, "Sure." She shook her head, "Anyway, Cú, speaking about the project what do you want to focus on? I was thinking the War of the Roses or—"
"Hundred Years' War; I want to focus on that." He answered her, but cut her off in the middle of her sentence.
"Okay, then," she blinked, "English side or French side?"
"French, obviously," the male chuckled, "plus it would help me with French class; I could read some article in French or something."
"You're taking French?" Her eyes widened and she looked at him a little stunned, had she said something in French while he was around? Hopefully not.
"I'm just learning," he smiled, "Hopefully I can get good at it."
Silence filled the space between them as they neared Jeanne's next class. She had already explained that every Thursday and Friday, her class had access to the pool and so he was walking her in another direction and not to the gym, "Oh," Cú Chulainn had been thinking about how Jeanne had protected the door on Monday and so he thought he would mention it, "I know about what's up between my bro and Arturia."
"What?" Jeanne turned to look at the boy as they got to the pool's changing rooms, "What are you talking about?"
The blue-haired male chuckled and pat Jeanne's head, "Jeanne, please," he gave her a smug look, "it's obvious that they like each other." He then waved her goodbye and sped to his class so that he would not arrive late as was happening.
Jeanne stood in shock at how fast the boy had gotten it; she was beyond amazed. Until she noticed, "Cú Chulainn! My books!" She called after him but it seemed like he had not heard her for he kept on running down the hallway.
Jeanne sighed in defeat and pushed the female change room's door open. The warm up was not as hard as she had expected and so she was able to let her mind wander a little. Cú Chulainn had not seem so opposed to Arturia and Diarmuid, which meant that this could be advantageous. Now that she had someone that could convince Diarmuid, Jeanne could set something up.
The blond female fixed her goggles before slipping back into the water and continuing her two-hundred-meter front crawl and letting the cool water sooth her muscles. She loved to swim and especially how the world looked from under water; the bubbles and the light as it was filtered through, she loved it all.
Jeanne let her hair go and did not tie it in the braid that she usually held for her arms were much too tired to dry her hair properly and then arrange it in a long braid. Her hair was still damp as she walked to the cafeteria and set her bag on the table that Arturia was already seated at, "Hey," she greeted as she sank to her seat and pulled out her lunch.
"Hey, how was aquatics?" Arturia smiled at her friend.
Jeanne rolled her shoulders, "We swam nearly three K today, and I am dying." She answered.
"So I'm guessing you aren't going to do your homework right now?" Usually Jeanne finished her history homework during lunch so she would only have to worry about Chemistry in the evening.
"We don't have homework this weekend, though I was hoping to read ahead a little but, alas, Cú Chulainn ran off with my books because he was running late." The French female set her head on the lunch table, "I'm so tired…"
Arturia pet her head and smiled, "Don't worry, it's Friday, we'll get to sleep well tonight."
It took a while for the other students to arrive and they all began to chit chat about whatever it was that seemed remotely important. Guinevere wasn't slipping any gossip as she usually did because she said she was going to have a special update on her blog that Sunday and they all had to read it.
Arturia and Guinevere had disappeared to the washroom while Jeanne finished her lunch as Gawain spoke to Lancelot about a fencing match that they had watched the previous evening. Cú Chulainn finally arrived, with Jeanne's books, a little while after. He took a seat next to the blonde female and flashed her a smile, "Sorry I ran off with your books. Wow, your hair looks really nice like that, you look very cute."
Jeanne gulped and placed the books in her back pack so that she wouldn't forget them the next time around. They started to speak a little about the assignment, mainly what they were exactly going to focus on and how they were going to organize the project until Jeanne decided to ask the blue-haired boy a question.
Since the other boys were talking amongst themselves, Jeanne thought that it was the perfect time to ask Cú Chulainn to help her execute her new plan, and so she did, "Cú, you said that you knew about them, right?"
Cú Chulainn chuckled and gave a nod, "Yeah, and?"
"I would need your assistance. You see, I want them to talk and work things out between themselves, and I have been trying to for three months now. But I need someone on his side to convince him, now that you're here, I was hoping you would help me out."
Cú Chulainn sat still for a while and thought about the possible benefits he would obtain from helping the female. First off, Diarmuid would definitely get off his case and—since Jeanne didn't know that—he could bargain a deal with the girl too, "Sure, anything for you, sweetheart."
"Awesome, it's settled then," Jeanne smiled, satisfied with how things had worked out.
"But…" the boy spoke, "you would consider going on a date with me." He grinned; of course there had to be a catch.
The blonde female sighed and ran a hand through her hair, "Alright," she nodded; if it was for her best friend, she would do anything.
"Cool, so what's the plan?" Cú Chulainn winked at Jeanne and she opened her mouth to speak.
It was Saturday afternoon and Jeanne had managed to convince Arturia to go to small family owned coffee shop in the outskirts of the city. Since Jeanne had foreseen a future accident anywhere near the center of the city or any place that seemed even a little popular, Jeanne chose the place further from civilization but still within their city.
The coffee shop was also a partial library and so there were little secluded tables that seated a maximum of four people. Amidst the many wooden shelves of hard cover and paperback books, Jeanne took a seat at a table near a window that over looked the garden beside the establishment. Jeanne sat at the chair that faced the door while Arturia sat opposite of her.
"This is a nice place," Arturia commented as she looked around the small corner they were in, she liked how warm and cozy the coffee shop felt. Even if she wasn't a number one fan of coffee, the smell of roasted coffee beans and pastries made her feel relaxed. She was excited to try the pastries and so she watched Jeanne patiently as the girl removed her winter jacket. The days were already freezing with the start of December and school work was starting to pile up as well, now that the end of the semester was around the corner.
"I have to go to the bathroom, go ahead and order," Jeanne gave a smiled before glancing at her phone and standing from her seat, "Choose whatever you want, I'm paying today."
"Thank you, Jeanne," Arturia smiled and nodded before turning her gaze towards the menu before her.
Jeanne was walking towards the washroom when a voice called her name and she shot her head towards it.
Cú Chulainn stood waving at her and she had witnessed the older male standing behind him with a shocked expression on his face, "Fancy meeting you here, lass," The red eyed male walked towards her with the older one shortly behind.
Jeanne smiled, "Hello Cú Chulainn, Hello Sir," she greeted with a small curtsy.
"You here all alone?" Cú Chulainn winked, "I do hope so."
"Arturia is with me," the Frenchwoman replied, her lips in a straight line.
Diarmuid's amber eyes seemed to widen a bit more and they slowly looked around. He seemed nervous, almost as if something would pop out from behind him and scare him. Jeanne suspected it was because he was afraid to see Arturia.
"Mind if we join you?" Cú Chulainn lifted an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips. Technically, he was already on a date with Jeanne.
"Uh," Jeanne ran her teeth over her bottom lip, "alright," she nodded, "I'm sure Arturia won't mind." She led the males towards the four-person table that the girls sat at as and noticed that Diarmuid was being dragged along by Cú Chulainn who was holding his wrist.
"I think I might have left the car lights on," Diarmuid cleared his throat as he made an excuse upon seeing the blonde female that was seated.
"No, you didn't," Cú Chulainn disagreed once Arturia had noticed who was joining them, "I checked already so don't worry." He then took the seat next to Arturia so as to not make things awkward between the teacher and her.
"I'll be right back, I have yet to go to the Ladies' room," Jeanne gave an innocent smile after Diarmuid had taken the seat next to hers, "If you would excuse me." She then made her way back in the direction she had originally come from.
"Oh, I'll go get the waitress so we can order," Cú Chulainn gave a prompt grin before he stood.
"I'll come with," Diarmuid jumped up as he was not looking forward to the awkward silence between Arturia and him.
Cú Chulainn shook his head, "No can do, big bro, you can't leave the lass alone; that's not gentleman like of you." And with that, the blue haired man left the two lovebirds-to-be all alone to themselves.
The low indie music was the only thing that filled the space between them along with the scent of coffee and pastries. Their silence was becoming a bit unbearable and so they both decided to speak up.
"So…?"
"How…" Diarmuid had felt bad for cutting her off, "You go first," he said.
"It's okay, I wasn't going to say anything." Arturia began to find interest in the sugar shaker that her fingertips were playing with.
"Ah, um, how are you?" The older of the two finished his sentence, his cheeks dusted a little in pink whilst he rubbed the back of his neck.
Arturia nodded and looked back up towards him, "Good, good, and you?"
"That's good; good as well." He gave a slow nod.
"I wanted to ask you something; what were you going to tell me on Monday?" She noticed him tense up at the mention of the question. It was an immediate reaction and when he looked back up at her, his cheeks were red and his eyes held a little bit of surprise.