Lancelot is an Emo Kid

When Spanish failed to impress Gwen, Lancelot turned to French and then to music. He played the violin in sweet sad strains and borrowed his sister's eyeliner. His parents thought he must be depressed and took him to a therapist, but when Dr. Morgentaud started trying to move his thoughts from one side of his brain to the other (using a kaleidoscope and a rubber chicken) they put the kibosh on that. Though his black nail polish and rhyming of "suicide" with "you inside" still disturbed them they left him alone. To his dismay, so did Guinevere.

When, after their first practice, his teammates started making fun of his fashion choices in the locker room, a tall grade-twelve kid with a skateboard tucked under one elbow told them off for it. "High school's all about reinventing ourselves. Don't try to tell me you guys never tried anything new." Miraculously and without protest, the boys stopped.

That was how he met Arthur Dukes-Bellorham, an oddity amid Breton High's otherwise typical soccer team.

"So who's the girl?" asked Arthur.

"Um." Lance concerned himself with trying to read the loopy, bright-green lettering on the bottom of Arthur's skateboard. "No one."

"A fairy, are you then?" The tone was light, not accusatory, but it still made Lancelot drop his cleats in horror.

"Fine. It's... It's that gothy brunette on student council. Gwen White."

Arthur's face changed slowly, sincere but controlled. "Best set your sights on someone else," he said, "No guy's had any luck with her for two years now."

And he left, just like that, before Lancelot could ask why.