Disclaimer: I don't own any of these Characters. I also don't own Legally Blonde: The Musical or A Midsummer Night's Dream.

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"...Where is Lysander and fair Hermia?

The one I slay and the other slayeth me..."

The class stared blankly at Frollo as he droned on reading A Midsummer Night's Dream to them. Esmeralda doodled on the back of her note book, Belle read her book and Clopin lay asleep on the table; drooling and snoring lightly.

I can't blame him. Quasimodo thought, stifling a smile at the gypsy. English was always a boring lesson, especially with Frollo teaching. Quasi glanced at the clock. 2:30. Only 5 minutes left.

Pocahontas jumped slightly as a ball of screwed up paper landed on the desk in front of her. She opened it up to reveal a note written in Esmeralda's handwriting.

Gym with Ratcliffe next. Oh, the joy, eh?

Pocahontas groaned. She had forgotten that Fridays always ended with a gym lesson taught by her least favourite teacher. Ratcliffe was racist to anyone who didn't have white skin, including the Gypsies and Aladdin and Jasmine. Racism wasn't really a rare thing with teachers at Dream High; Frollo hated the Gypsies. Finally, the bell ran and everyone filed out of the classroom into the swarming corridor.

"Morning, Sunshine," Aladdin smirked, and Clopin emerged from the classroom, yawning and running a hand through his black hair, before putting his purple feathered hat back on. The teachers made him take it off for lessons, but he always put it back on straight after lessons. It didn't really match the uniform, but Clopin couldn't care less.

"Shut it, Al, I'm exhausted," Clopin said, elbowing Aladdin in the ribs.

"You shouldn't have stayed up all last night then," Belle pointed out, not looking away from her book.

"It was Hercules' Birthday!" Clopin said throwing his hands up in defence. Hercules rolled his eyes.

"I was asleep. You were the only one who stayed up," Hercules said, "You weren't even celebrating."

"Ah, but that is not true, Mon Ami, I drank three whole bottles of wine on your behalf," Clopin said, a smug grin on his face. Hercules shook his head and Esmeralda put her hands on her hips and stood in front of Clopin.

"You drank three bottles? And were they my three bottles?" Esmeralda asked, her voice rising in annoyance.

"Now, Ma Cheri, surely you cannot blame me for celebrating my good friend's birthday?" Clopin asked, smiling guiltily at Esmeralda.

"Idiot! I was saving them for the end of the year!" Esmeralda scolded, knocking Clopin's hat off with a flick of her hand. Clopin bent down to retrieve it then rose scowling at Esmeralda.

"Look at the gypsies fight!" came an amused cry from the crowd. Esmeralda spun on the spot to locate the voice's source. Gaston pushed through the crowd and stood with a smirk on his face, looking down at them.

"Leave them alone, Gaston," Belle said snapping her book shut and stepping forward to join Esmeralda.

"Ah, Belle, my sweet. I was just teasing the vermin," Gaston said. Clopin started forward on the insult, fists clenched, but Aladdin and Hercules held him back. "Remind me why you insist on hanging around with the lower class of people, when you could have me?" Gaston touched Belle's chin with his finger.

"Because, Gaston," Belle hissed, swatting his hand away. "I don't care about 'class'." Gaston's face hardened and he turned and walked back into the crowd.

"Thanks, Belle," Esmeralda said, softly placing a hand on her friend's arm.

"Why did you hold me back, idiots? Next time that happened that buffoon'll be flat on his back!" Clopin fumed to Aladdin and Hercules.

"Come on, we need to get to gym," Jasmine pointed out.

"Yeah, we'll see you later then," Meg said as she and Hercules walked of in the direction of the medical room. Meg had to visit the school nurse with a complaint about a sprained ankle, and Hercules had offered to miss gym to accompany her. Aladdin was surprised by this; gym was Hercules' favourite lesson and he usually wouldn't miss it for anything.

The rest of the group walked down to the gym together after saying goodbye (or, 'Au Revoir' as Clopin put it) to Megara and Hercules.

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Dodge Ball was Quasimodo's least favourite game ever. He was always an easy target. And when Gaston and his jock made up the other team, it was never a good thing. After being hit Quasi trudged to the side to sit next to Aladdin. He watched the others continue to play. Clopin was good. Very good. He could easily somersault out of the way of the ball and he could catch the ball mid-cartwheel. Esmeralda could similarly use her gymnastic skills to evade the red dodge-balls hurled at her. Aladdin was fine, but he let himself lose. He'd just rather not play. Jasmine and Pocahontas were okay at the game; they could catch the ball and run out of it's path. Belle also let herself lose. She just sat at the side, nose buried in her book as usual, oblivious to Gaston's attempts to impress her.

"Aha!" Clopin cried as he struck Eric's leg with the ball. This game always made him smile. He jumped over the ball aimed at his legs, but the same shot got Jasmine out, as she was standing right behind him at that moment. Three against four. They could win this. Esmeralda caught the ball after it had bounced, "Go on, Esme!" Clopin shouted, Esmeralda took aim and went to throw the ball.

"Oh!" Clopin heard her exclaim as she was hit in the thigh by a shot from John Smith. Clopin stared at her in confusion and annoyance. Why hadn't she thrown the ball. Then it hit him. Not the ball. The realisation. She had been aiming at Phoebus and then had stopped upon realising who it was. Clopin had almost forgotten the La Esmeralda had told him she liked the blond buffoon. "Mon Dieu," Clopin sighed to himself, shaking his head, the remembered that he was still in a game.

Pocahontas sidestepped the ball then caught it on the rebound. She hurled it through the air and grinned when she got Phillip out. That poncey price had really started to annoy her. She flashed a smile to her cheering friends then returned her focus on the impending threat of being hit.

"Come on, Pocahontas!" Jasmine whooped, cheering her friend on. She glanced at Aladdin. He was looking at her, but he turned when their eyes met, and Jasmine spotted a faint tint appear on his cheeks. She smiled. Belle was right; he did like her. And the good news was she liked him too. And all she needed to do now was wait.

Aladdin felt his cheeks flush as his gaze met Jasmines. He had been working up the courage to ask her about a relationship for weeks now. He knew he just had to grit his teeth and do it... But not now. He'd ask Clopin for his 'professional' opinion later.

Clopin smirked as Pocahontas hit Phoebus out. He never had liked that idiot, even if Esmeralda had random and unexplained 'feelings' for him. Clopin shuddered at the thought of those two together(1). But still, it was whatever floated her boat at the end of the day. Only two guys left now, Clopin thought. They were squarely matched. Clopin grinned. The game was in the bag...

…Or so he thought. It seems he celebrated too soon as Gaston hit Pocahontas in the calf. She slunk off to the side as Clopin caught Smith's ball without a bounce(2). There were only two players left now; Clopin and Gaston. Both teams cheered their team-mates on. Clopin threw the ball at Gaston, but he caught it on the bounce. Gaston smirked and threw the ball. It flew through the air and hit Clopin in the...eh, tenders. He gasped and then collapsed to the floor in a ball clutching his injury and groaning in pain. Gaston cheered and ran back to his team-mates.

"Mr Ratcliffe!" Esmeralda cried, as Belle ran over to her wounded friend. "Mr Ratcliffe, that was a foul move!" Esmeralda exclaimed, jogging over to their teacher.

"I saw no foul play. You must be mistaken," Ratcliffe replied, a cruel smile flicking on his lips(3). Oh, how she hated this teacher. "And next lesson remind your friend to take that ridiculous earring out of his ear." Esmeralda nodded, then turned on her heel and jogged back over to Clopin and the rest of her friends.

"I'm fine, Men Amis," Clopin was saying, gripping Quasimodo's arm as he got to his feet. "Just a little winded."

"Are you sure?" Aladdin said sounding concerned, "I mean, a shot like that could be powerful enough to stop a man having kids!" Aladdin laughed, and Jasmine put a hand to her mouth to conceal her giggles.

"Shut it, Al," Clopin said for the second time that day.

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"So how's your ankle, Meg?" Esmeralda asked when they were in their dormitory that night.

"Better, thanks, Esme. How's Clopin? I heard about what happened in gym," Meg said, crossing her legs and leaning forward. Belle was reading (again) and Pocahontas was fast alseep.

"He says it's swollen," Esmeralda explained, "I was trying to talk him into going to the medics but he doesn't like the nurse. Neither does Puppet," Meg nodded and smiled. Trust Clopin to bring his puppet into it.

"Do you have any idea where Jasmine is?" She said noticing the room was a girl short. Then, as if on cue, Jasmine burst through the door and threw herself onto her bed

"Yup, she's right there," Esmeralda answered, "What's wrong, Jasmine?" she said, noticing the annoyed look on her friend's face.

Jasmine sat up, then answered: "I was just talking to Aladdin, and everything was going really nicely, until the Princesses came over and distracted him,"

Meg and Esme both sighed and nodded. The Princesses; Cinderella, Snow White and Aurora, were the 'populars'. They were just three spoilt sluts, who always got their own ways, because their Daddies always made sure they got it. Each was courting one of the jocks; Cinderella and Snow White had the Charming and Aurora had Prince Phillip, but they didn't like any boy's attention to not be on them, so they always went and flirted when a boy was looking at another girl. Jasmine and Pocahontas were Princesses too, but the threesome didn't accept them. No one really knew why.

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"How do you do it?" Aladdin asked Clopin, interrupting the gypsy from his argument with Puppet.

"Years of practise," Clopin said, passively, before returning his attention to his marionette. Aladdin nodded, then realised the confusion.

"Not ventriloquism! I mean how do you get girl to like you?" Aladdin rolled his eyes.

"He doesn't! They only pretend t like him! Or sometimes he uses gypsy magic to put them under a spell!" Puppet piped up, "How else do you think he would manage!"

"Shh, Puppet," Clopin scolded, rapping Puppet's head, "You know there's no such thing as 'Gypsy Magic',"

"So they do pretend to like you?" Hercules joked, but his moment of fun ended in a cushion thrown at his face.

"Anyway, Mon Ami, I have no secret to being as charming as I am," Clopin explained, smirking.

"Oh, incoming," Hercules mumbled, and Aladdin looked up to see Jasmine walk over.

"Hi, Jasmine," Aladdin said, moving over on the settee to make room for her.

"Hey, Aladdin," Jasmine said, batting her eyelashes at him, "I was wondering if you could help me with my maths work? I just can't get it right," She explained handing him a book. As he took it off her, their hands touched and Aladdin felt his heart flutter. He blushed, then scanned her work. Her handwriting was perfect; loopy, and beautiful, but easy to read.

"Everything looks fine to me," Aladdin said, handing her back her work.

"Oh, are you sure?" She asked leaning closer to him, "I didn't think it was," She batted her eyelashes again, and Aladdin felt himself blush even more.

"Urmm, Jasmine," He started, "I was wondering whether-"

"Hi, guys!" Cinderella appeared and slid into a gap between the couple. Jasmine looked uncomfortable, and after a moment she stood up.

"I guess I'll see you around then, Aladdin," She said before walking away. Aladdin watched her leave, then sighed. Would he ever be able to ask her out? He glanced around the room. Quasimodo was retreating up the stairs that led up to the boys' dorm, whilst Clopin was utterly distracted by the two girls, Snow White and Aurora, practically sitting on his lap. Aladdin listened for a few minutes, before letting his eyes continue to search the room. Meanwhile Cinderella was sitting on Hercules', and, just as Aladdin spotted Jasmine, Meg and Esmeralda walk into the room, she started to kiss him passionately.

"Oh, Allah," Aladdin said, watching Meg run up the stairs.

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"Come on, Jasmine," Esmeralda said, "Let's go down and talk to Aladdin,"

The girls made their way down stairs into the common room. Then Esmeralda's jaw dropped. Cinderella was snogging Hercules like there was no tomorrow! No way, she thought turning around to Meg. "Meg, I-" She started before Meg held up her hand then turned and ran up the stairs on the brink of tears. Esme went to follow but Jasmine held her back.

"Just leave her to it," Jasmine said, "Let's just go and find out what's going on."

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Meg sat on her bed, hugging her pillow and sobbing quietly. "I should have seen this coming," She said to herself. She had been scorned in love before. She knew she should have never let herself fall again. She bowed her head, and started pulling at a loose string on her skirt.

"Honey whatcha cryin at?"

Meg looked up at the sound of the singing. In the middle of the dorm where the five Greek Muses. What the-?

"You're not losing him to that
Both her hair and brain are flat
Why is she so rude?
Wipe your tears, it's no big thing
You were meant to wear his ring
Cheer-up, chin-up
It's time to bring
A happy attitude
Keep it positive
As you slap her to the floor
Keep it positive
As you pull her hair and call her whore
You can take her in a fight
You and he will reunite!
You know we're right
We're Positive!"

Meg Held up her hands, and stood up to join the Muses,

"Girls, girls!
Violence is never wise
Not the way to win back guys
Anyway she's twice my size
who's gotta plan B?"

"Me!" Thalia chimed,

"Look at her, she's like a nun
Show him you are way more fun
Bust out the lap dance
and you won
You off the hizzle, gee!"

"What?" Meg asked, confused at the smallest Muse's choice of vocabulary. But before she could get a definition the Muses started singing again, but now they were leading her towards the stairs.

"Keep it positive
Yeah! Let out your inner freak!
Keep it positive
Miss Prissy Pants won't last a week
You will wet his appetite
You and he will reunite
You know we're right
We're positive
We're positive
We're positive
We're posi-"

"Oh my gods... You're making me sick," Meg cut in, when they reached the common room. It was as if the rest of the common room had a soundproof veil over it, as the others didn't seem to notice them. The Muses started singing again... Or rather rapping.

Hey, hey, hey!
We're positive
That he loves you and not her
You're hotta'
And I bet ya smarter!
She don't know the real him
You feel him
So don't her her steal him
Wake him up like Sleeping Beauty
Turn his head with your red hot booty
You bring the noise if we bring the funk
It's positively time to shake your junk!"

The muses started to dance and Meg nervously joined it. After a while she let go to the music and started enjoying herself, until she noticed who was missing.

"Girls, how is this helping? He's not even here!
He left while we were shaking junk! Wait!" Meg started to sing again.

"Girls I'm positive
That we've taken this to far
No I'm positive
This is Dream High not a stripper bar
All this trashy carryin' on
Thats the reason that he's gone
Girls, I'm Postive." (4)

The muses all looked at each other and shrugged. Clio snapped her fingers and the scene returned to normal and the Muses vanished. Meg walked over and sat on the sofa with Esmeralda and Jasmine. Luckily the other two princesses had disappeared with Cinderella, and unfortunately leaving an over-excited Clopin.

"Slow down, Clopin. Say it again please," Esmeralda said, exasperated at the currently cartwheeling Gypsy infront of her. "Oh, Meg, we were just trying to find out what happened," Esmeralda said noticing that Meg had sat down. Meg nodded, then looked over at Aladdin who was looking at Jasmine. Meg thought it was sweet, but she just wasn't in the mood for lovey-dovey stuff, considering what had just happened.

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A/N: So, what do you think? Should I carry on? Is it a heap of rubbish? Only you can tell me. So review please :) Or favourite or subscribe.. Just anything to tell me you want me to carry on.

Anyway...

(1): Cue 'bleh' face: erised-is-desire. Blogspot. com /2010/ 06/ story-pictures . html (just take out the spaces)

(2): That's what she said.

(3): Ah, villians.

(4): I suggest YouTube-ing Legally Blonde: The Musical. This song's called Positive. If you can understand with out hearing it then that's fine. I think I've made it pretty clear. :)

Oh and anything Clopin says in italics is French. Just letting you know :)

EDIT: Added Breaks, as it was confusing before and corrected link. Oh, and changed mistake in title.

EDIT: Corrected mistake in spelling.