Warings: This story is slash and contains swearing.
I had to put this whole thing up again because last time I tried to update, it mysteriously disappeared :/ Can someone help me with this? For some reason the chapters are not… seperate chapters.
My mother gave my hand a squeeze and smiled at me.
“Don’t worry,” she told me, “You’ll make plenty of friends, you always do.” I grinned at her, showing that I was ready to take on St Bartlbey’s. I was ready for anything. Before long I would have a good group of friends. I was also planning on joining the football team. Who knew, maybe I could even find myself a boyfriend. I quickly checked my reflection to make sure I looked alright. I couldn’t help but admire myself. I had dark brown hair that I carefully styled to look messy, naturally tanned skin, bright grey eyes and a muscular body worthy of drooling over.
An old but well groomed and extremely well dressed man entered the room and took a seat behind the principal’s desk. Obviously this was Mr. Guiney.
“Good morning Mrs Ralph. Good morning Callum. Welcome to St Bartlebys. I’m Mr. Guiney, the principal of this fine institution of education,” he smiled at us as he introduced himself then proceeded to spend the next half an hour talking to us, going over rules and expectations and other such school stuff. He then gave me a map, a timetable and wished us a good day.
Outside of the principals room my mother kissed me on the cheek and gave me a tearful look.
“Have fun,” she said. “If anything happens don’t hesitate to call me.” She gave me a rib cracking hug. “Goodbye hun,” she said, “I’ll pick you up at the end of term.” She then left me, alone, at a new, extremely fancy school. I gave my timetable a quick look. English. I made my way to the designated room.
“Hello,” said the teacher, “you must be Callum Ralph. I’m Mr. Smith” He pointed me to a seat. I sat down and grabbed my book. The next ten minutes were spent going over essays and assignments we’d be doing that term. It was an ordinary lesson. But then someone out of the ordinary, someone extraordinary walked into the room. The teacher gave him a look.
“You’re late,” he said, pointing out the obvious.
“Sorry sir,” said the boy. His voice was sent shivers down my back and made my heart race. I watched him as he walked to his seat. His curly black hair and dark blue eyes contrasted beautifully with his pale skin. His seat was right in front of me so I got a great view of his small ass as he sat. I sat there for a moment trying to imagine what his slender, delicate body looked like under his school uniform. I yearned to kiss his soft pink lips and hold him in my arms. Then I began to ask myself some questions. What was his name? Was he gay? If so, would he be interested in me? Did he already have a boyfriend or girlfriend?
I waited till class finished then followed him out of the room. He had a very brisk pace and next to him I felt big and clumsy. I gave myself a quick pep talk.
“Hey,” I said, “I’m Callum Ralph. What’s your name?”
He gave me a quick look. “I’m Artemis Fowl the Second,” he said. His voice was short and sharp and let me know that he had no wish to talk to me.
“So,” I said, desperately trying to think of something to say. “What class do you have next?”
“Advanced mathematics,” he answered. I didn’t have that subject. My strengths were out on the football field, not in the classroom and especially not a math classroom. I watched as he walked away vowing to try again the next time I saw him. Artemis Fowl. Smart, sexy and rich. I’d hit the jackpot, if only I could make him mine.