Title: The Secret Life of St Bartbley Students

Summery: PWP chapter fic. What the title says. Also Artemis in a skirt and is the ah... coughschoolslutcough Don't like, don't read. Simple ne? No Butler, sorry ppl. R&R!

Disclaimer: I do not own... nope.

Authoress' Note: I am going to say one well... two words about this story. It's wired. Like a lot of the stuff I write... I don't know where I got this idea from... wait yes I do. TrunkZy asked me to do this. So here is her wish. Don't ask me why Artemis is dressed the way he is. He just is, ok. I'll warn you now so I don't get any complaint's. (Wink wink) Get it. No. Complaints. Ok Artemis spends most - if not all - of his time in a... skirt! (Holds up silver serving try as fruit and sharp things are thrown at her from flamer's) So yes. Artemis is in a skirt and he's gay. And will probably have a nice bow in his hair at times if the mood strikes me. :D! So no like, no read. Simple ne?. Oh yeah. Artemis is very OOC. Obviously.

Ok, now this story won't be updated all the time. Actually it's kind of a side project with hardly any plot. I just like the idea of Arty in a skirt. Ho ho ho :D!

AND same drill as all the other fics I've updated and or posted in the last few weeks or so. My beta is super busy (I've sent him quite a bit) so I'll replace this with the good version when it's done. I'm just posting it now because I like to post stuff.

Chapter One: Maths Class

3rd period. Maths. Advanced maths to be specific.

The students of maths A were sitting in bored silence as Mr Shralanka droned on about some complicated maths problem. (AN: I am SO bad at maths... so bad... it's my worst subject, so don't expect any actually problems here) Artemis Fowl the Second was at this moment sitting at the back of the classroom, staring at a note that had been dropped into his lap by Zack O' Connel. Who was sitting next to him.

Zack was an olive skinned, blond, soccer player. He had dark brown eyes and a smile that could reduce girls and boys alike into puddles of mush. He also had an infactuation with our boy genius.

Artemis looked at Zack, who smirked seductively. The genius rolled his eyes and scowled. Opening the note. It said:

Damn you're sexy, I so wanna fuck you. Right now.

Artemis crushed the letter and looked over at Zack. The blond beamed at him and reached under the desks. Running his hand up the smaller boys thigh, inside his skirt and stopping at his crotch.

Artemis smacked the soccer player's hand away and gave the blond a hard glare. Zack only smirked.

"You know you want it babe." he muttered.

The genius ignored him, turning his attention to the boy on his other side. A boy that wasn't quite so annoying and horny. Although, not by much. William Donnelly. A red headed soccer player. Will was as good looking as Zack. Soft red curls fell over his handsome face gracefully. Forest green eyes sparkled when he wanted them too and a body to drool over. (AN: I have so much fun thinking up these boys). William was staring off into space. His brilliant green eyes glazed over and his mouth hanging open in a small "o".

Artemis nudged him. Will blinked and turned to the slighter boy next to him. He smirked, slipping an arm around the slender waist.

"What's up beautiful?"

Artemis smiled. Liking the nickname.

"I'm bored." he drawled, placing a small hand on Will's thigh.

The red head's smirk widened.

"Oh are you? Well I could do something about that."

Artemis said nothing. Instead he moved his hand further up the other boys thigh.

"After class." he purred into Wills ear. Making the taller boy shiver in delight.

"Sure thing sweet."

Zack. Having noticed the moves Will was putting on Artemis, also slid his bulky arm around the genius. Sandwiching the slender boy in between the other two. Not that Artemis minded of course.

Zack lowered his face to the side of Artemis's face. Whispering hotly into his ear.

"What's this about after class?"

The genius smirked.

Short. Pointless and all that jazz. I'm tired ok. And it's only the first chapter. So you know... review if you like. No flames. You don't like it? Bugger off.

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