Disclaimer: This is fairly simple-I'm not Eoin Colfer. Much as I'd like to, I don't own Artemis Fowl. I'm not making money off this. So don't yell at me. I'm innocent...sort of.

Artemis Fowl leaned against the wall, bored. His mother had insisted that he go to the Spring dance, which was not something he normally did. Of course, he was usually not a very social person. He hardly ever interacted with other people, if he could help it. It was not in his nature. And these girls were hardly worth his time.

They were from another school, and as St. Bartleby's, Artemis' school, was an all-boys school, Demeter's Academy for Young Girls was an all-girls school, as the title suggests.

Juliet had gotten the costume made, and although Artemis did not find it clever, he had to admit that he looked good in it- he was a rather stunning individual. A group of chattering females ran by, giggling. One of them waved at him coyly, then collapsed into hysterics. He frowned. There were much better things he could do with his time.

He turned around and accidentally walked into a girl from Demeter's.

"Oh," she cried, and fell onto he floor. He felt very stupid and cursed his mother for making him endure it. But he had to be a gentleman...he helped her up. She had very light blonde hair and very pale grey eyes, and soft skin.

"Thank you," she said coldly, "I do believe I would expect more from someone from such a prestigious school."

He was startled, and he replied with icy politeness, "I'm sure you did not mean to fall to the floor. It must have been very degrading for someone of your status- even one as low as it is."

She raised an eyebrow. "Who are you, anyway?" she asked, her eyes flashing.

"My name, miss, is Artemis Fowl."

"The second?" she inquired, her eyes flickering with what seemed to be interest.

"None other than," he responded coolly, returning her steady gaze.

"I hear your father has returned from his, ah, detour." She mentioned casually, inspecting her fingernails.

"How kind of you to have noticed. You know of it?"

"Of course. Your family is legend." She tilted her head and chuckled. "I would never have expected the heir to the fowl fortune to be such a....klutz."

He frowned, in annoyance. "What did you expect?"

She winked at him, catching him off guard. "An intellect that would completely stun me, a vocabulary that would have me checking a dictionary every few seconds, and such a cold attitude that I would feel most unwelcome in your presence."

"May I inform you that you are not welcome in my presence."

"I'll remember that." She assured him, still that insanely maddening superiority about her, and waltzed off.