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It was her third week that Guinevere made a startling discover about the arrogant boy that she had come to be stuck with. The two hadn't discussed that day, and they seemed fine with never mentioning it again, the last thing that Guinevere wanted was a full on discussion about the death of both of her parents, and his mother, and the rather strange hug that he had given her. Not to mention the fact that he had rather kindly walked her home; that wasn't the Arthur that Guinevere knew, the arrogant spoiled one that yelled at her on her first day, and then a few days later proceeded to hug her to death in the middle of the street, it was like he had a split personality or something! Yet it was like the two had come to an unspoken agreement, he didn't yell at her anymore, and in return she didn't speak to him unless she had too and it was something to do with their project. They avoided each other like the plague.
"How did you do it?" Guinevere snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of a voice that she didn't recognise and peeked around her locker to view the said person with one raised eyebrow. It was the end of lunch; she only had one lesson left and that was English, and Guinevere had just about managed to remember how to get to her locker from all of her classes, which delighted her - it meant she didn't have to carry her books around all the time.
"Get invited to Arthur's house I mean, nobody's been invited there since Vivian." The girl stated as she twirled a piece of golden hair around her finger, although she soon frowned at the blank look upon Guinevere's face.
"You mean you didn't know? Vivian was his girlfriend, they had been together since they were like nine or something, she died in a house fire a couple of years ago, he hasn't been the same since. Everyone wwas starting to think he had no interest in girls anymore." The girl explained with a small shrug before she bounced off to wherever she had come from. Guinevere stared after her for few moments, before she moved her gaze into her still rather empty locker - most peoples had photos of their friends or boybands in, yet Guinevere's still remained empty. Chewing down onto her lower lip, the bruneete girl slammed her locker harder than she meant too, just as the said arrogant boy walked past. He gave her a rather startled look, but slowed his walking. Guinevere froze; to say that she felt awkward was an understatment, she knew something about him that he didn't know she knew, but it wasn't like she was going to talk about it. If anything, she understood a little better why he was such an asshole, and she hadn't really helped matters, she gave as good as she got. Guinevere pulled her bag over her shoulders and flashed Arthur a soft smile as she caught up with him - they both had English now, so it wasn't a crime to walk together right? Although with the amount of eyes that were watching them, it felt like it. She murmered a quick 'thank you' as he held the English door open for her and slipped into her seat, which she had moved so that she was also sharing Arthur's desk - it was easier for the two to speak about their project, so it wasn't weird or anything, right? She slipped her bag onto the floor, and fished out her notepad, a pen, and her copy of Jane Eyre, but it was obvious that Arthur had no intention of getting anything of his out. (No pun intended)
"So how are you liking New York?" Arthur asked after a few moments, which just confirmed that he wasn't in the mood for work today, and now neither was she, her new discovery was buzzing around her mind, and she almost felt guilty for knowing such a personal thing.
"I haven't really had much chance to find out, I've been here, home, your house and the Supermarket so far, and they seem like pretty average things." She replied with a smile, which caused Arthur to raise an eyebrow towards her but simply nodded.
"Your going to the movies with Morgana and Merlin tonight, right? To watch the new Hobbit movie?" He inquired, with a small smile as he leaned back in his chair. Guinevere swallowed slightly, as she watched his t-shirt ride up to reveal part of his stomach. She forced herself to meet his eyes instead and nodded before she spoke, although how she found her words she was un-sure.
"Yeah. You wanna come? I'm not sure how much of those two snogging in the seat next to me I can deal with." She replied with a small laugh - although she was excited to finally be out and doing something, she couldn't deny that she was rather not looking forward to her best friends making out sessions, which she tried to concentrate on dwarves, elves and hobbits. Arthur looked rather takenaback for a moment before he nodded with a smile that seemed wider than the one that he had done before.
"Sure, I'd love too. My friends aren't really into hobbits and elves and stuff, I think they find it a bit geeky." Arthur responsed with a grin - considering his friends were jocks, that wasn't really that hard to believe. For the rest of the lesson, the two embarked on a conversation that consisted of what they thought was going to happen in the next movie, and who had read the books, and how The Lord Of The Rings was awesome too. For the first time, Guinevere was actually starting to see a human being, yet she knew it wouldn't last long, it never did, that much she had learned about him. For once, the two were the last people out of the clasroom- normally, they fought their way to be the first ones out, and get away from each other, yet for once they seemed to not mind each others company.
"Gwen? I can call you Gwen, right?" He asked as they were heading out into the grounds, once again being stared out by numerous amounts of people.
"Sure. What's up?" She asked with a bright smile - her mood had seemily risen since the beginning of the lesson, whether that was because she now saw him as a human being with feelings rather than an asshole she was unsure.
"Your alright for an englishwomen." He stated with a grin before he made his way over to his rather large group of friends that were eyeing her like she was a bad smell. Guinevere rolled her eyes and made her way over to her two best friends. Morgana raised an eyebrow at her but didn't say anything.
"I sort of invited Arthur to the movies, hope that's cool?" Guinevere asked, hoping that the answer wouldn't be a bad one, she didn't especially want to go over to Arthur's 'friends' and tell him that he was now uninvited - for one, she didn't want to be yelled at again. But Morgana simply smiled a knowing smile down at her and nodded. "But it's not a date." She added quickly - Arthur wouldn't think it was a date, right? No way, he had far too much ego for that. Nevertheless though, she was nervoud, and what the hell was she going to wear?!