She was in shock again, completely beet red, mouth parted a little as she tried to collect her thoughts, "U-Uh… Class…" She pointed at the door, "Late. Um," It was getting very hard for her to formulate a concrete sentence but with a lot of thought and effort, it had finally come to her, "I'm going to be late, b-bye." Her voice was barely audible as she rapidly sought refuge in the safety of her classroom; interrupting the teacher for she paid him no heed. Wait…What just happened? She was a little frantic, her hands were shaking and she brought a hand to her lips on instinct, grazing her bottom lip with her fingers ever so lightly.

"As I had been saying," Diarmuid smiled at Jeanne, not truly minding she had been a few minutes late, "We will be preforming a lad and you will have to do a short in-class write up. Basically you answer…" He continued on but Jeanne was definitely not paying attention because the only thing on her mind was the feeling of the pressure against her lips, a hand on her jaw and one on her waist—just the thought of it was making her cheeks feel as hot as fire.

"Hey," She all but jumped at the voice of her best friend whispering and nudging her arm, "What happened? You seem very jumpy and embarrassed…"

After haven taken a deep breath, Jeanne flipped her head towards her friend and signalled her to come closer. With a confused expression, Arturia lent her an ear, pushing her hair away. The Frenchwoman leaned closer and clasped a hand around her friend's ear before whispering (As hurriedly as she could) what exactly had occurred in the simplest of terms.

"Wait! He what?!" The shorter female yelled out, catching the attention of everyone in the class, causing slurs to fill the room as the poor violet-eyed girl became more embarrassed than before.

"Girls," The teacher shot them a warning look, a small disappointed frown on his lips, "You can discuss your gossip after class. Right now, please prepare for the lab;" He then drifted his attention towards the entire class, "Remember lab coats, goggles, gloves… Tie back your long hair. I shouldn't be reminding you all this because our semester is almost over and you've all had years of proper lab etiquette practice." He instructed, "I had seen that people did not tie their hair back in the last lab; not only does that ruin your lab results but you can leave the class without any hair it we are working with Bunsen burners or acidic and reactive chemicals…"

Jeanne had a sliver of hope that the goggles could hide her eyes and not let other people see what she was truly feeling—which was clearly a lie, "So, Borax, right?" Jeanne looked over at the chemicals that they had to gather. Without a single word, both the girls understood that the were partners—as they always were.

"Yes, Borax… and food colouring? What is that for?" Arturia furrowed her brows while gathering the rest of the chemicals the needed.

Shrugging, the taller of the two responded, "I haven't any idea, probably because it was chemical properties or something?"

"So," Arturia did not let her friend off the hook with not telling her the details, "What exactly happened with Cú? I surely must have misheard you." Of course she was teasing the other; but there was no way school would end without Arturia being the first to know about Jeanne's first kiss.

Jeanne's cheeks lit up as if on cue, nearly matching the red food colouring that Arturia was holding in her hand, "I-it happened too fast…" She was trying to find the words that would make her less embarrassed, "He was, um, giving me a book back; the Chem book. Et tout a suite! H-He pulled me in et il me… b-baisee!"

Jeanne only spoke in French to Arturia in two separate occasions; when she was excited and when she was completely and utterly afraid… but Arturia could not tell how the other was feeling this time around. Surely she must be excited… it's only logical as her crush just kissed her, Arturia analyzed the situation, But it was her first kiss and she dislikes it when someone suddenly approaches her—she even gets scared to a certain extent.

"Alright, Jeanne, take a deep breath and repeat that in English, I am not fluent in French yet and you spoke much too fast that I was unable to follow along." Arturia shook her head, "English, and calm, please."

Taking into consideration Arturia's advice, Jeanne spoke in English—hushed and broken but English nonetheless, "He k-k-kissed mmme."

Alright, so she had not misheard the first time around, "How, um, did this happen?"

Covering her cheeks, as if that could stop the burning sensation, the French girl shook her head rapidly, "It happened so fast, I told you. Ah! Now how am I supposed to face him after school? How?!"

"Girls," the deep voice made them both jump in the air, making Arturia squirt the crimson red food colouring in the air. Green eyes followed the red trail until it landed on blond hair and a man's face—the one that had scared them.

They all gasped in unison but Arturia secretly thought, Serves him right for scaring us like that, "I apologize," Arturia mumbled to both her teacher and Jeanne.

Jeanne absentmindedly reached for her hair and almost robotically patted it before looking back at her hand; vibrant red staining it, "Arturia…" She pouted, "Now how am I really going to face him?" She laughed.

Diarmuid rubbed the liquid off his face and laughed along with Jeanne, causing Arturia to join them, "That is what happens when you're not working on the lab; lucky it wasn't HCl. Now hop to it."

Their laughter died down and Arturia noted that he had failed to remove all the food colouring. Instinctively lifting her hand, she wiped the droplet on his cheek, watching as his amber eyes grew with every second that her hand lingered, a blush conquering his cheeks.

It wasn't until Jeanne had pulled Arturia towards the experiment bench that they were snapped out of their little world, "What do you think you're doing?" Jeanne hushed over at her best friend as Diarmuid excused himself and hurried out back towards the science office, "Are you crazy?"

"What?" Arturia whined as she shook off her friend's grip, "We didn't do anything."

"You are so dumb sometimes." Jeanne rolled her eyes, "Anyway, let's do this lab."

After finally finishing, they realized the Mister Ua Duibhne had put them to make silly putty and since it had not taken the entire period, they had made about six sets of silly putty of all different colours—Arturia's favourite was the one that had a rich blood colour, she kept showing it off and saying it looked like a heart. The questions were quite easy as well, simple ones and it had seemed that the young teacher had tried to make the class as enjoyable as possible since it was the day before the Holiday break.

"Alright class, hope you liked the class. Marks still count for this as I thought it would be a great mark booster. The class average as of now is a seventy-three," Diarmuid leaned forwards on the demonstration bench, "I'm aiming for an eighty by the end of the term; but whatever I end up with doesn't matter because you are a great class, and I could not have asked for a better one as my first time teaching." His smile was warm and genuine, causing some girls in the class to sigh, "Remember, if you ever need help, you know where to find me; I want all of you to make it to university. Happy holidays guys and see you back here next year." He waved at the class and then looked at the clock seeing as there was still a few minutes until the bell would ring, "you are dismissed, you can leave early."

Rowdiness filled the class as everyone prepared to go home for the holidays. People started making plans and slowly trickled out of class. Girls not failing to try and woo the teacher or pout that they were going to miss him. As always—since Grainne had skipped for the day—Arturia and Jeanne were the last ones in the classroom.

"Jeanne, you can go ahead," Arturia smiled, "I'll meet you at the lockers. I just need to ask Sir a question."

Nodding, Jeanne gave her friend a thumbs up before exiting the classroom. Thinking that no one would be waiting for her, Jeanne was surprised to see Gil standing by the doorway. Closing the door shut behind herself, she tried to divert the man's attention from what was happening in the classroom, "Gilgamesh!" Jeanne smiled brightly as the man lifted his head, "What brings you to my class? You don't even like Chem."

Gilgamesh almost—almost is the keyword here—seemed out of it, there was a slight frown on his lips if you looked close enough, "There you are midget." He sighed, there was even a tone to his insults that made it nearly seem as if there was something off.

Jeanne lifted her brows, "That is an offensive word." She crossed her arms.

Waving his hand, he pushed himself off the wall, "I saw you before class…" His voice wandered.

Before class? He saw Cú kiss me? Oh no! O-Okay, play it cool! It's not like he really knows what's going on… Why do I even feel guilty, though? "U-Uh, w-what do you mean?" She chuckled and brushed it off, anxiety filling her being.

Gilgamesh ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath, "I wanted to talk to you, but you seemed to be in a rush."

"O-oh!" So he really didn't see anything, that's a relief, she brought a hand to her chest, trying to calm down her beating heart, "What did you want to say?"

He seemed to intently look at something in her head and she became very self conscious as he brought a hand to her head, "You've got something red in your hair, here let me—"

Jeanne let out a laugh and took his hand, giving it back to him, "Haha, Arturia squirted food colouring on it by accident. Don't worry about it, Diarmuid said it doesn't stain."

"Diarmuid?" Gilgamesh caught the name quicker than lightening, "What?"

I sure suck! "Aha," Think of something quick, idiot! "Oh, since he was my tutor I still call him Diarmuid, it slips my mind sometimes, silly me."

"I wanted to ask you what you were up to today? I was thinking we could hang out." The red-eyed boy was almost aimlessly walking about, leading her to her locker.

Frowning as he heart swelled in her chest she began, "I'm very sorry Gil," she took a short breath in between, "I have prior engagements for today. But maybe—" Is it a good idea to hang out with Gil if Cú and I are together? But wait! Cú and I are not together yet.

"You can cancel your plans; I'm much more important." He frowned, "Clearly you can drop whatever it is you're doing."

She shook her head, "I'm sorry, no." He sighed, "No. Gil, it doesn't work that way. I promised that I would attend my meeting."

Gilgamesh shot her a glare, "You don't seem to understand that I am more important. I'm Gilgamesh and whoever you're meeting with today is not as great as I am."

Jeanne slowly nodded, "But my promise is much more important, Gil. I promise to meet you during the break—tomorrow even."

"Why do you care so much about that mutt; Cú?" Right as Gilgamesh had spoken his hiss, the girl's amethyst eyes grew wide, her jaw dropping at the tone of voice he spoke.

Meanwhile, Arturia was currently sitting on the demonstration bench as Diarmuid was finishing up with organizing the papers he had collected a few minutes before the bell rang. The female was swinging her legs back and forth while following the man with her eyes, "What are you doing for Christmas?" She asked, pursing her lips together.

"I'm planning to hold a dinner at home. Cú and Scáthach will obviously come but my father might visit." Diarmuid smiled over at his girlfriend, a bright look in his eyes.

"Father?" Arturia tilted her head, unsure if she should ask if he was referring to his adoptive or his paternal father.

The dark-haired man seemed to understand the thought process of Arturia because he answered her lingering question, "Adoptive."

After he had finished packing, Arturia made sure to pull him towards her by the sleeve of his lab coat. She set him in front of herself and placed his hands on either side of her.

"Arturia," the man warned, "A rule is being broken right now…"

Green eyes gave a prompt roll and she shrugged, "Just for a second, alright?" She tilted her head and straightened her back, just so that she could seem a bit more confident about her statement.

Sighing, Diarmuid nodded, "Just this once, though," He brought his index finger up to emphasize his exception.

A small smile snaked on her lips and she placed her own hands on his shoulders, "Lab coats look great on you," Then she stopped to correct herself, "well, everything looks great on you."

Diarmuid tried to chuckle his blush away—he usually never blushed when girls complimented him because he'd gotten used to it but Arturia really made him come undone in seconds. Breathing out, he landed a hand on her waist, "As do you."

Arturia let out an exaggerated laugh, "You need not flatter me," she smiled and they were much closer now. With the fact that Jeanne and Cú had kissed earlier that day, Arturia was determined to get more than just hand holding with Diarmuid.

"How about we do something for Christmas?" Arturia asked, her arms already hooked around his neck as he had his on her waist, "Obviously not on the day of your big dinner. We could do it a day before or the day after… whatever you would feel comfortable with."

"Of course, I would really love to." He grinned but his smile soon faded as he looked at her in the eyes, "Hey, did you get to sleep well?"

"U-uh," Arturia averted her gaze towards the window on her left, "Yeah, I guess."

He lifted a hand up to her cheek and gently brushed it, "You can tell me whenever you're ready."

There was silence between them and the gap between the slowly began to close before a knock on the door had Arturia jumping off the demonstration bench and (after a split second of wondering where she could hide) she hid under the demonstration bench—it was a good thing that the demonstration bench was closed on every other side.

"Hello sir!" Arturia cringed at the voice when she realized how irritating it truly was.

Diarmuid pulled a smile, ignoring the anxiety in his gut, "Grainne, what brings you here? You weren't in class today…"

"Ah," She nodded, "Yes, I'm sorry. I tried my best to make it but my mother had arranged a modelling gig for me. I came to ask for a shot at the assignment…"

The Irishman frowned again, "I am very sorry but you cannot. It wouldn't be fair for you to do the assignment if others came to class and you did not. I'm sorry."

"But, Diarmuid," She whined, stomping her foot almost like a little child.

Shaking his head, he reaffirmed his statement, "First; Mister Ua Duibhne." He corrected her, "And second, "I already said that I could not. I can give you the instructions for the lab and you may preform it at home, but I will not let you do the questionnaire."

"I-I see…" Grainne frowned and bit her lower lip, "Oh, I'll be having a Christmas party and I wanted to invite you. What do you say?"

"I am sorry but I cannot attend, as your teacher it is not right." He explained as best as he could while still being political about it.

Grainne had seemed quite upset about it because she averted her gaze from him for a second as she recollected her thoughts and returned to his eyes with a bright smile on her face, all while she tried to hide how hurt she truly was, "Oh, of course, but Fionn is coming and there really isn't anything going on between us... Think of it as you attending as my family member."

"As far as I am aware, family members do not flirt with each other. I am deeply sorry, Miss Mac Airt, but I will not be attending out of respect for my uncle and for my teaching position, with all due respect." He had recalled that the previous Mac Airt Christmas party had been stored with mischief from the female's part. And he would still not forgive her for the time she kissed himwithout permission (not that he would have allowed her anyways).

The brunette gave a small nod, smile still on her lips, "I will be asking father for the favour of inviting you, maybe you are able to make it then, until later, sir..."

Without another single exchange of words,, the female turned about and took off. It wasn't until a few minutes after leaving the class that Diarmuid had helped Arturia er the table, "I'm sorry you had to wait there..."

Arturia was some what upset that she had to hide but she understood that Diarmuid was completely afraid that he would be found out, so she would rather keep silent, "Are you going home now?" She understood that Grainne had ruinned their moment and they weren't going to jump back at it-especially not with an overly shy and anxious Diarmuid.

"Ah," He gave a short nod, "Yes, I would think it best."

Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she smiled up at the man, "Can I come over? I have nothing else to do..." She was looking hopeful, and she knew she was going for a long shot, but someone once said that it was worth a shot.

Diarmuid fllipped his head towards her in seconds and he seemed surprised at first but then he took a second to think aboout it. Arturia was probably starting to get bored with all the rules he had set up and with the fact that they barely got to spend some time together, so he shook his head to clear his mind and nodded, "Yes, I'm sure that would be fine." He replied, giving her a short smile.

She grinned and lowered her head, "Awesome," her voice was a low mumble and she felt him ruffle her hair before leading her out of the classroom.

"Gil," Jeanne furrowed her brows as she tilted her head slightly, "why would you say that? I know you don't like him but that gives you no reason to call him names."

Gilgamesh rolled his eyes, "I can say what I want, Jeanne."

"Not when it offends other people, Gil, you need to be more mindful of people." Her words were sturdy and so was her voice, she was never truly afraid t speak out against someone or something, and Gil was no exception to that rule, "He's my friend and I would really appreciate it if you would respect him."

"Friend?" The Babylonian scoffed, he had sass aand disbelief written all over his face, "Your friend? Friends don't kiss one another, Jeanne."

She was caught off-guard with this statement, stumbling back a little with the intensity of his voice. She blinked, her eyes filled with regret of maybe having offended him, "G-Gil?"

Gilgamesh huffed, "Whatever, screw it. See you maybe never."

"Drama queen." A voice had caught them unprepared, making both the blonde teenagers whip their head towards the new person that joined their dispute, "Do you have to take your jealousy out on Jeanne, why can't you say it like a man?"

Gil's eyes turned to slits as they landed on the man he had so criticized, "Look at what the cat dragged in... What brings you here, mutt?" He eyed the blue-haired boy up and down.

Cú chuckled a little, "I'll have you know that I'm a pure breed, " he snickered, "So what do you want from Jeanne."

Said girl was completely and Utterly stunned, she gulped, supressing the sudden nerves that were forming a knot in her stomach and making her hands all clamy, "G-guys please..." she pleaded for them to end their hostility.

The blue-haired boy shot her a smile, "Shouldn't we be off?" He asked, trying to seem innocent.

Gilgamesh, however, seemed to have a new found determination to make Jeanne stay, or at least ruin her date with Cú, "Actually, I wanted to ask you something. I wasn't able to so so throughout the week. Did you have fun on Sunday? I do apologize for having left you without an explination... I had a family issue. But to make up for that, I hope you were able to retrieve the gift I left for you."

"Gift?" Jeanne tilted her head, "I did not recieve one."

"Sunday?" Cú was quite confused, "What does he mean by Sunday?"

Gilgamesh shrugged, "Jeanne and I went on a date the other day." He shrugged, "and she promised to see me tomorrow as well."

Frowning, the Irishman turned towards Jeanne, "That doesn't matter. Jeanne and I are going on a date today, so we should be off now." He then made his way towards the girl and took a hold of her hand, pulling her towards himself and leaving the other male behind.

"Cú..." Jeanne mumbledd a little bit.

"What is it?" The boy asked, still dragging Jeanne along towards the parking lot.

She glanced down at their inntertwined hands and sighed, "I can walk by myself, you know that?"

"I know, can I just hold your hand? I want to make sure that you know I'm a better choice over Gilgamesh, who prides himself in being so great."

"If you're criticizing him, you're no better than him, Cú." Her lips were then pursed in a straight line a she tried to convey her dissappointment in the two teenagers that seemed more like dogs fighting over a scrap of meat than civilized humans.

The boy squeezed her hand, "I know... Anyways, let's just go on our date now. By the way, I don't mind if you really did go on a date with Gil, I'm sure you didn't consider that a date, as you don't consider today a date as well." He was looking straight ahead, not even glancing at her because he was starting to chicken out, "I like you... quite a bit. To be honest, it was because you are hot that I first liked you but, you're a great person and..." his words faded and he slowly came to a stop. Turning his body towards her and squeezing her hand a little tighter, "I'm quite serious about you, so please accept my feelings."

Her heart had jumped to her throat and she was struck with a coghing fit, filling the empty and silent hallway with her crazy fit. She had only heard these confessions in K-dramas or Shoujo animes but never had she imagined that there would be a boy standing before her and pouring his heart out to her.

Cú patted her back softly, worried that she was choking, "Are you alright?" His voice was laced with concern over her.

After she controlled her coughs and her breathing, she gave a nod, "Y-yes, I'm sorry for worrying you. Just um, saliva down my breathing hole."

"Oh," the boy chuckled, "as long as you're alright. So, do you accept my feelings?"

This was revolutionary! A boy, a real life boy, was asking her out out, like out out! Her cheeks gradually filtered into bright and radiant rubies. Her heart hammered in her chest and there was something twisting in her stomach.

"Are you scared?" Cú ran his teeth over his bottom lip, "I really am sorry to have scared you."

"That isn't it!" She brought her hands to her chest as if to suppress her beating heart, "I was just surprised. Sorry."

"Good, I thought you probably didn't like me," he scratched the back of his head, "I was a litte afraid there."

She slowly nodded, "Yeah, nothing like that."

"Cool, so, would you like to be my girlfriend?" He seemed a bit anxious with the question, anticipating her answer while biting his cheek to suppress his nerves and not seem very dependent on her answer.

A million thoughts ran through her mind, some unimportant and some that were stuck at the top of her mind, "I need to ask my parents first." She blinked, that was one of the reasons but the other was the guilt she began to feel when she thought of Gilgamesh; the dreadfull feeling was biting her like the harsh winter.

"Your parents?" Cú furrowed his brows in confusion.

She lowered her gaze and nodded, "I respect my parents decision all the time."