A/N: Hi guys, I know I have a lot of stories going right now but this one came to me in an idea suddenly and I had to write it down before I forgot all about it. Anyway here we go with Chapter 1 of this brand new story entitled Will You Ever Be Mine. Enjoy guys.
Will You Ever Be Mine?
Chapter 1 - He's Perfect
"Lay, are you even listening to me?"
Belle's words cut through my musings and I snapped my head around to look at my best friend, wondering silently to myself what she had been talking about but also slightly miffed that Belle had interrupted my gazing.
"Err... yeah.. you were talking about the girl in the red hood and the wolf" I tried my hardest to remember the last words I had heard coming from Belle's mouth but judging by her deep frown in the next second, I had a feeling I'd been out a little longer than I had originally intended.
"Lay. I stopped talking about Red Riding Hood twenty two pages ago and we're onto Hansel and Gretel, for god's sake's Lay if you're hoping to pass your English final, you need to start listening to me and not staring over into the distance at Captain Fancy Pants."
"Gazing"
"Wait, what?"
"I wasn't staring Belle, I was simply gazing over in his general direction maybe silently hoping that he might turn around this time and acknowledge me" I smiled at my best friend, watching how her lips moved so quickly between uncertainty and annoyance before landing on amusement and she rolled her eyes.
"Oh Lay, it's so sweet that you think what you're doing when you are staring at Gaston is gazing at him. I've seen gazing and that is not it. It's staring and it's kind of stalker-like."
I chuckled as well in return, rolling my own eyes at Belle, she was always bringing her own view to every argument no matter what and showing it in every light and making the accused realise that they really had been staring like me right now.
And I knew it very well, I had been sitting in my very uncomfortable seat in the library for the last forty-five minutes, using thirty of those minutes to stare - as I had now admitted defeat to it - at the other man who was currently sitting at a table on the other side of the library, blue earphones lobbed into his ears and twiddling his pen in one hand whilst he used the other to drum his fingers on the table in-front of him, thinking hard.
You might be wondering to yourselves, who is this man that I am talking about? Well his name is Gaston Young, he's a senior - unfortunately compared to my own sophomore year - captain of the football team, complete and utter sex on legs and oh yeah, I'm totally in love with him and he has no idea I exist.
Ever since my Freshmen year when Gaston had unknowingly saved a football from flying straight into my face, I had been in love with the man, silently stalking him on social media and in person, making sure not to alert the other man that I was following as such.
And all had been going for the first year, I had watched Gaston from a distance, eyeing up each and every one of his Instagram posts - especially the shirtless ones - and glaring with jealously each time I logged onto Facebook where his relationship status was set as It's Complicated - what did that even mean - it's either you're together with someone or you're not.
So I guess that was how my anger got the better of me one time as I was surfacing through Gaston's Facebook again before switching to Instagram and my phone stuck for a second so I pressed the screen again, really hating my old slow phone when suddenly I realised that the follow button next to Gaston's name on his Instagram had changed from a bright blue colour to a pale white implying that I was following him.
Looking at the white bar itself, I had burned bright red as I saw that this was right I was now following Gaston on his Instagram.
Trying to decide what to do, I had had no longer than a second to think before I got a little heart notification and I swallowed down a big lump in my throat hoping that someone had just liked my photo.
And someone had...
GASTONMYOUNG liked your post. 2 secs ago.
I had immediately burned bright red again seeing that the picture he liked was one of me and Belle celebrating my birthday last week.
Thinking it was probably time to put my phone away and focus on my homework for the day, I was surprised when I got another notification through.
GASTONMYOUNG started following you. 1 sec ago.
I had stared at my phone screen in disbelief, my eyes wide and unblinking, this wasn't really happening was it? No I was dreaming and I was going to open my eyes soon and I would be back in my little room wishing that I had the ability to push the follow button but after closing my eyes and opening them again, I realised that this wasn't a dream and this really was happening, Gaston was following me. I was following Gaston.
I had screamed for a good long while afterwards, loving the fact that the love of my life was following me, how could this be happening?
Was this some sort of a joke.
I had logged off Instagram after that and not logged back in till the next day when I saw that I had a notification in the top right hand corner of my screen, I had a message.
Clicking onto my messages, I screamed with both delight and sheer nervousness.
GASTONMYOUNG sent you a message.
Mon 08/05 10.59pm
luvng ur profile pic. Do u go 2 my skl?
I had stared at the message in disbelief and awe for a good few minutes, still not too sure if this was a joke or not, how could someone as hot as Gaston be messaging me?
But then I remembered that I didn't use my own picture in my profile on Instagram, instead I used one of whatever book we were currently reading in class and it was currently To Kill A Mockingbird did that mean? Had Gaston read it?
Taking a deep breath to calm my erratic heart, I started to reply with shaky hands.
LAYME2SLEEP
Maybe, what makes you think that?
I waited a few moments, my hands still shaking and my face burning bright red, I refused to allow people to see my real name on Instagram and used my username even on facebook too, I didn't want anyone besides Belle or even Adam, Belle's boyfriend to know that I was on Social Media, oh the Social blunders that would be sure to happen.
My phone pinged and I jumped, raising my phone up and seeing that Gaston had replied to my message. Oh good golly.
GASTONMYOUNG
ur profile pic. im prty sure sum1 readng this in ma skl. r u a grl?
LAYME2SLEEP
Definitely not :-P x
I sent back the next message and then stared in horror at my phone screen, oh my good god I had just not only sent a sticking tongue out face to Gaston but I had also included a kiss, oh my, what was he going to think of that?
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Oh.. He replied.
GASTONMYOUNG
ok i bilve u. so a guy. u on ftbl? :-)
I was pleasantly surprised to find that he hadn't seemed to mind the emoticon, I just wasn't sure about the...
GASTONMYOUNG
wait. u read. defntly not on ftbl. bt i will find out thou. u might b a challenge ;-) x
I screamed again and had to put my phone down onto my desk as I let my hands shake more, oh my god, Gaston, captain of the football team Gaston was flirting with me. Oh my...
LAYME2SLEEP
I look forward to being a challenge to you. And yes I do go to school with you :-) x
GASTONMYOUNG
kay. share class? x
LAYME2SLEEP
Nope, somehow you are a senior :-P x
GASTONMYOUNG
wht tht mnt 2 mean? :-( :'( x
LAYME2SLEEP
Well your spelling is atrocious :-D x
We had continued to talk back and forth for a good couple of hours after that, he only logging off at the back of two telling me he needed to go to bed and he couldn't wait to talk to me tomorrow and I had sent a quick reply just telling him the same and I had logged off.
Safe to say I had yet to tell Belle any of this though, if she found out she would skin me alive and demand that I tell Gaston who I am right away and not lie to him like that despite Belle and Gaston not getting on.
Well not getting on was to put it mildly.
Belle hated Gaston.
With a passion.
Ever since the first day of school when he had knocked all of her books out of her hand and told her she didn't need them when he was around, she had developed an instant dislike for the older man and then when he had started trying to ask her out constantly despite her not wanting anything to do with him, it had just continued on, the hatred growing stronger and stronger.
Then when Adam had asked Belle out and she had accepted, Gaston had demanded to know why she would go out with Adam but not him and she had ignored him.
But that had been a year ago.
And yet Belle still hated Gaston's guts so yeah I definitely wasn't going to tell Belle that I was secretly talking to the love of my life.
"Lay" Belle elbowed me in the ribs and I choked a little bit, turning my eyes reluctantly away from Gaston again and turned to my best friend.
"Yes Belle?"
"We still need to finish going over this book before tomorrow. You need to know this stuff, it's not like you can just wing it as Adam says, it needs to be planned out carefully."
I rolled my eyes inwardly this time, I loved Belle, I really did but sometimes she was just so annoying when she got stressed out around exam time.
"Belle, calm down or you're going to explode. I have until next week before my exam and besides it's an amazing day we should be out shopping or gossiping about boys, I really need a shopping spree Belle" I turned my best puppy dog look on her, even jutting out my bottom lip and battling my eyelids extra lovingly to which Belle finally admitted defeat and I cheered inwardly.
Yes, this was turning out to be the best day ever I thought, turning my eyes back around to where I had last seen Gaston and stopping short, he was gone. His books and bags were all packed up, no longer visible and his chair was back under the desk. He was simply gone.
Oh well, I thought to myself as I started to pack up my own stuff too.
I could always speak to him tonight.
A/N: So first chapter of my new Gafou high school au story. What did you guys think? Let me know and I'll try to continue as often as I can.
Until next time,
HeyAssbutt21.