A big thank you to my followers, and reviewers, you are all awesome! :) Sorry this one is so short! In the next Chapter, Guinevere finds out something terrible about Arthur's past! xx
Guinevere swallowed harshly as her eyes scanned the mansion that she now stood in front of. Although she had already known that he was rich, she hasn't been prepared for the sight that stood before her eyes. Breathing out a small, nervous sigh, Guinevere headed up the small steps to the front door and knocked gently on the door, straightening out her clothes as she did so. Instead of her usual jeans, Guinevere had chosen to wear a white dress that hung just above her knees and had lace that ran around the hem and at the end of the sleeves, along with a pair of black flats and sunglasses. It was good weather out, so why not? She chewed down onto her bottom lip as the door opened, coming face to face with Morgana who beamed at the sight of her and gestured for her to come in. Returning the smile, Gwen headed into the house, trying her best not to look as uncomfortable as she felt.
"I'm actually just heading out to meet Merlin. Arthur, Gwen's here!" Morgana called before turning to Gwen once more.
"Text me when your done, and we'll meet?" She asked brightly. Gwen nodded with a soft smile, she couldn't wait, she sooner she was out of here the better. Morgana's eyes flickered over towards the large stairwell where Arthur had just appeared, the smile staying placed upon her red lips.
"Be nice. See you both later." She added before she headed out of the still open door. Gwen span around to face Arthur who was now leaning against the banister and gestured for her to follow him, which she did. Heading up the stairs, Gwen followed him but paused however at the threshold of what she guessed was his bedroom. Arthur raised his eyebrow as he glanced towards her, before his usual smirk came to his lips.
"You can come in, your not going to die or anything." He murmured with a slight roll of his eyes. Gwen fought back the urge to roll hers in return and headed into his bedroom, perching herself at the end of the bed as she did so, her eyes flickering around.
"Let make this session fairly quick, I do have a busy schedule." Arthur stated as he sat down cross legged on the bed opposite her. Gwen tensed her jaw and fought back the urge to snap.
"Well, I figured that we would do Wuthering Heights, or maybe Jane Eyre?" She asked, as her hazel eyes flickered to his face once more, finally taking in his features; she could see why people found him handsome, he had a handsome face, yet that didn't excuse his rotten attitude. Arthur simply shrugged in response - it seemed like this project was going to be rather one sided.
"Jane Eyre's the one with that man that hid his crazy wife in the attic, right?" Guinevere blinked a few times in response, she hasn't thought he would know either of those, yet it seemed she was wrong.
"My mother, before she passed it was her favourite book, he used to read it to me as a child." He responded quietly, and for a moment Guinevere caught a glimpse of a completely different person.
"Oh, Arthur, I'm sorry. I...I know how you feel, if that's any help." She replied softly, flashing him a soft smile, however she knew that the asshole had to come out to eventually.
"Whatever, like you would, you probably have a huge family at home that make you lunch and you all sit round the table for dinner where you talk about your days, and they love you." Arthur snapped as he rose from the bed, anger etching his face which was soon matched on Guinevere's. She too, rose from the bed and shoved her hands into her pockets - she wasn't going to stay around with that kind of attitude. She headed to the door, pausing to turn and face him, a scowl on her face.
"Both of my parents are dead, I'm an orphan so yes I do know how it feels." Guinevere whispered, before she turned and almost ran out of the mansion, and down the street, not that she had any clue where she was, or where she was going. How dare he just assume everything about her? Part of her felt like she had something in common with him, but the other part just wanted to smack him in the head. She fought back the urge to burst into tears, and carried on walking, eventually coming to what was a dead end. Growling in frustration, Guinevere turned and headed back the way that she came, coming face to face with Arthur as she did so. She stiffened as he pulled her into a hug, more out of shock than anything - this was coming from a person that had just yelled at her, and she was convinced hated her. He eventually pulled away and cleared his throat, obviously feeling rather uncomfortable with what just happened, yet kept his eyes fixed upon her.
"Come on, I'll walk you home, where do you live?" He asked quietly, the softness of his voice made Guinevere involunatirly shiver. She quietly told him her address, purely because she didn't want to be stuck, lost and alone in the middle of god knows where. The two walked in silence for a while, both not really sure what they were supposed to say to one another. Eventually reaching Guinevere's house, she turned towards Arthur, and forced herself to speak.
"Thanks for walking me home. I'll see you Monday." She murmered as she pushed her key into the door, and pushed it open. Arthur simply nodded with a small smile - the first one that she had seen before he headed off, dissapearing into the distance. Sighing, Guinevere closed the door and rested her head against the cool wood, what was with this boy? One minute, he was yelling at her and the next he was hugging her!