The one where the hot girl in her lecture is actually really smart and Belle gets a poorly timed boner (metaphorically)
Belle shifted in her seat, suddenly uncomfortable. She found her palms were growing sweaty, her mouth dry. Honestly, she was having trouble suppressing a moan. It was all highly inconvenient, and utterly unexpected.
All it had taken was one well timed question, one incredibly insightful rant, and she'd been reduced to a puddle. A slave to the thoughts that she was having more and more trouble keeping under control.
Ruby Lucas. Ruby Lucas, who was tall and gorgeous and had these legs that just- Anyway, Belle returned to the matter at hand. She found herself resisting the urge to swear.
How was it in any way possible that this girl - this girl, who just so happened to already be the target of Belle's gigantic hopeless crush - had the nerve to come out with this absolutely brilliant perspective on the works of T.S Eliot. Just, how dare she.
And now, because of this insight into her apparently brilliant mind - one which, it's worth pointing out, stunned the lecturer himself into silence - Belle's train of thought was having trouble going places that didn't involve her launching herself halfway across the lecture hall and snogging the questioning look right off of Miss Lucas' gorgeous little face. The whole thing was quite barbaric really.
And so, she was sentenced to spend the duration of the class in a state somewhere between insanely frustrated and slightly turned on. God damn these beautiful smart girls, going around and being perfect all willy-nilly, it was as if they had no idea of the effect they were having.