(I'm going to do the little quotes in the beginning of the chapters again... if I remember)

"Love is a twisted game, and no one ever wins."

"Gilgamesh." The young man turned around at the sound of his name. Many people were murmuring about him but no one had yet to call out to him. His eyes settled on a short girl—the one he precisely fell for.

"About time," he commented; pride still very much intact but he was a nervous wreck on the inside. "What do you need from me? You know I'm a busy man." He leaned on his locker in a suave manner, crossing his hands over his chest as if he had no interest.

Jeanne tried to supress her smile as she licked her lips. She slowly pushed a lock of hair behind her ear and momentarily looked away from him, breaking eye contact. "A busy man," she repeated under her breath.

Gilgamesh's heart skipped a beat—maybe four—and he had to bite back a comment. Her eyelashes against her cheeks when she looked down, the way she licked her lips when she was nervous, just the fact that she was trying to hide her smile had his mind shutting down and his body in a trance; he swore she needed to be careful or else he would be drawn to her lips and God forbid what the trance could lead him to.

She reached into her pocket, ignoring the many stares and whispers around them. "I wanted to ask you if you could…" her voice trailed as she pulled out the bead bracelet. "If you could, possibly—you don't have to."

He blinked at her. "What?"

She blushed, her voice stuttering, "This…uhm, yeah. Could you… could you put it on for me?"

He looked down at her hands as she offered up the bracelet. His eyes widened in surprise. He questioned, "Where did you get that?"

Jeanne furrowed her brows, frowning, "You… gave it to me?" Her head slightly tilted.

"Yes, but… I uh, I thought you didn't get it."

She sighed, "Long story but I got it today by someone who found it." She then looked up to him, smiling, "And I forgive you."

He chuckled, "As if I was in need of forgiveness. Look, sweetheart," it was hard to speak to her while trying to supress his blush and clear his mind before he did something he could later regret; like kiss her, "I did nothing wrong."

Jeanne frowned, "Will you put it on for me?" She asked again, ignoring his ego.

He opened his mouth but closed it again, reaching for the bracelet and momentarily—just for a split second—hesitating before taking her hand. A shock ran through him and his mind fell blank, his only thought was how warm and soft her hand was. He tied it carefully around her right wrist, making sure it was securely bound.

He noticed a stray lock of hair was out of place and he reached for it, patting it down and finally letting his blush surface.

The clearing of someone's throat caught their attention and they shot their head towards the noise. They both saw the short girl's boyfriend with his hands crossed over his chest, Gilgamesh saw jealousy in his eyes and it made him proud.

"Hey, Cú," she smiled. Her smile was bright and the look in her eyes was something that the blond man had never seen there before; it made his stomach churn, and obviously not in a good way.

"Hello." Cú sounded cold, almost menacing. "What are you two doing?" He nearly growled.

Gilgamesh chuckled, "Well, I'm trying to steal your girlfriend, if that's what you're asking."

Cú grit his teeth. "Is that so?" He barked.

Jeanne stood in between the two young men before any of them threw a punch and the unthinkable happened. "No one is stealing anybody from anyone. Gil was just helping me put on a bracelet; I asked him to so there's no need to be feisty."

Gilgamesh remained smiling, that smug smile he knew how to wear so well. He cleared his throat, "You heard the lady."

The Irishman glared—if looks could kill, Gilgamesh would have poofed out of existence. "Indeed."

Jeanne gave Gil a kiss on the cheek before turning to Cú who was very furious and ticked off. She looked at him again with that star-struck gaze and his anger briefly subsided as he returned the gesture. She then took a hold of his arm, sending one last smile to Gilgamesh before waving. "I'll see you later."

Gilgamesh smirked, "Of course."

After being out of sight from the blond, Cú growled, "Jeanne, for your safety and health," he breathed, "I recommend you stay away from Gil."

Jeanne blinked up at her boyfriend, her lips forming a frown. "Cú, Gil is my friend and as I had said; there's no reason to be hostile with him."

"Jeanne, he used you." Cú looked confused, his eyes searching for concrete proof that she wasn't out of her mind.

She sighed, "It's called forgiveness, Cú. I'm very forgiving."

"He'll crush your hopes again, Jeanne. Are you really ready for that?"

Her shoulders lifted in an attempt of a shrug. "Turn the other cheek," she mumbled.

"Well, what if you've got no more cheeks to turn?" Cú sounded very serious but the look on her face changed from scolded little child to trying to supress her own childish laugh.

Her giggles slipped, filling the hallway with their smoothness and sweet cupcake sound, "No…more cheeks?" She had to bring a hand to her mouth to stop herself.

Cú smiled but dropped it as soon as he caught himself. "Jeanne," he chided, "this is serious. I'm not just going to sit back and watch you get hurt again."

"Cú," her giggles were dying down as he set both his hands on her shoulders, "with all due respect; I can take care of myself. Gil isn't going to hurt me a third time, and if he does," she shrugged again, "so be it. I forgive him again."

"You can't keep doing that to yourself."

"On who's terms?" She crossed her arms over her chest, frown replacing her light smile and lips cutting deep into her face.

Cú stood up straight, trying to seem as if he were in control of things—as if he knew what he was doing. "Me."

"That is not going to stop me, Cú." Her tone became serious and now it was her turn to seem intimidating. "I have my beliefs, and I stand by them. Just because you're my boyfriend doesn't mean I am just going to give up my morality and ethics because you don't want it that way."

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"By the way," she pointed at the necklace he gave her, "even if I am who I am; I'm still yours. Don't think that, for even a second, I would ever leave you." She got on her tiptoes and pulled on his school uniform tie, bringing him down to her lips before giving him a soft kiss.

When she let him go, he stumbled back a little, licking his lips and tasting the strawberry Chapstick.

Arturia sat on the demonstration bench. Jeanne had already assured her that she was alright and she and Cú were going to be going out on a date after school, and so Arturia did the next best thing—after Guin ditched her too—she went to her boyfriend. She had yet to mention the little talk she had with Gil to absolutely anyone and it was eating her alive. Her legs swung in a rhythmic fashion and she leaned back on her hands.

"What's wrong?" The man didn't even have to look at her to know. "Have I done something wrong?"

"Eh?" She finally snapped back to reality, she shook her head, "Uh. No, no. There's nothing wrong."

He stopped looking through the microscope and took a step back, fixing the lab coat. "Why does it sound like you're lying?" He lifted an eyebrow and walked over to her, taking his gloves off.

Arturia fidgeted with a pen that was on the table while he came into view. His hands on either side of her as he leaned closer towards her. She put the pen down and sighed, "Just a little tired."

Diarmuid brushed her cheek with his hand and slowly placed it on her neck. He then pulled her closer to him, their faces inches apart.

"You look handsome in a lab coat," she hushed over, finally snaking her arms around his neck and pulling him into her lips.

Under her fingertips she could feel his neck burning—most likely he was blushing. He kissed her back hesitantly, one hand slowly creeping unto her hips while the other remained on her neck.

Arturia tangled her hands in his curly hair and pulled from the kiss slowly. She took a deep breath, her eyes still closed as they rested their foreheads on one another's. She took in his scent, along with the scent of the gas from the Bunsen burner he had turned off not long ago.

She felt calm, safe even. She set a kiss on the corner of his lips then led a trail to his jaw; they were soft, ghostly kisses. He made a faint sound of approval and so she brought him into a hug, snuggling her face in his neck.

Diarmuid laughed lightly, sweetly, "What's wrong, my queen?" He mumbled, barely above a whisper. His right hand fell to her hips and snaked around her waist to hold her in a proper embrace.

"King," she corrected.

He let a laugh slip his lips and he nodded, "My beautiful king."

She was silent for a while, and before she spoke, she held unto him a little tighter, planting a short kiss on his neck.

He shivered.

"Gil knows," she said. She was afraid he would pull away from her and say something ridiculous.

"Hn?" She noticed that he was preoccupied with nothing other than her.

"He knows about us, and he insinuated Grainne does too." She shut her eyes tight, ready for anything.

Diarmuid pulled away from her, taking her hands off from himself in a rushed and frantic manner. "What?" He gasped.

Arturia hated the feeling of him pulling away from her. She hated the coldness that came after and most importantly, she hated feeling him slip away.

"I—I thought we were being careful? I…" He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up a little more.

She sighed, crossing her legs and looking down.

"Since when did you know?"

"Found out today…"

"Oh, god, what are we going to do?"

"Well," Arturia returned to fidgeting with the pen, "Gilgamesh isn't going to rat us out. He's worried about Jeanne now, but Grainne is the one we have to watch out for."

"And possibly everyone else in the school too." He was exasperated, walking in circles. "What if she told all her friends?"

"Would Grainne be willing to push you in jail?" She asked, looking at him and raising a brow. "Is she capable of that?"

"If she can't have me, no one else can; that's her thinking."

Arturia huffed, rubbing her face and closing her eyes shut. "Great," she groaned, "perfect."

"We should stop this before we get found out."

"Haa, what?" She scoffed, "Are you serious?"

Diarmuid sighed, his hands balling into fists and knuckles going white, "What else would you suggest? Are we going to get found out and then I'll be locked up? I'm so stupid I should have thought of this more, I should have seen how this doesn't just affect my job but my life. I will, no doubt, loose everything my father or I have ever worked for."

The blonde jumped off from the desk and walked towards him, landing a hand on his arm. "We are getting through it, together; the way it should be done not just chicken out and run away from each other."

He looked down at her, licking his lips and biting his cheek. He pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry," he sighed, "I'm just a little on edge."

She hugged him back, "It's alright. It's technically all my fault to begin with. I should have considered the consequences." Arturia pulled away and then pulled him down to her lips. She gave him a soft kiss, it was filled with melancholy and a hint of fear. "No more meeting at school. We should cool off, no eye contact, we should let things settle down. I'll ask Gwaine to help me out a little; that'll take attention off us. We're not breaking up; there will just be no affection during school hours or on school grounds. We can't go out for any dates."

He rubbed her cheek and kissed it, "Until we find a better solution."

"Or until school ends."