It was no secret that Charlotte Le Bouff was boy crazy. Ever since she arrived at high school at the age of 13, the first thing on her mind wasn't education but finding a decent guy to date her. At first, people had tried to take advantage of her eagerness, but after a less than enjoyable stint with a year 10 Charlotte raised her standards immensely.

Though she only dated the nicer boys, it didn't stop her from having endless crushes on bad boys and smooth talkers. So it was no surprise to anyone that on the first day back Charlotte had already developed a crush on a boy in her year.

He was in her maths and English class (though almost everyone she knew in her year was), and she fell for him the moment she set eyes on him. Instead of focusing on the teacher droning about the plan for the year, she was trying to take in every inch of what he looked like. The colour of his eyes, the way he did his hair, how he dressed, all to recount to her best friend Tiana. She didn't know how Tiana had put up with it all these years, what with boy after boy described to her almost every day. But Tiana was patient, and it was a quality that was a necessity when it came to Charlotte.

Charlotte came skipping out of class and to the library foyer, where she and Tiana had always met. Tiana would usually come out of class with her friends, but she'd wait for Charlotte before she re-joined them. This time, however, there was someone else.

The girl beside her was short and pale, and she her head of fiery red hair had been pulled into two braids that hung over her shoulders. She had a streak of white running through the left braid, which caught her off – wasn't she a bit young to dye her hair?

Tiana waved her over, and Charlotte fought her way through the sea of students. Finally making it to them, she gave them one of her characteristic bright smiles.

"Hey Charlotte, I haven't seen you all day," Tiana said as she brought Charlotte in for a hug.

Not one for small talk, Charlotte cut straight to her news.

"Oh my god Tiana, you wouldn't believe it! There is this absolutely yummy guy in maths and English and oh my god I just can't get enough of him!" Charlotte squealed, leading Tiana and the other girl outside.

"Well, that didn't take long…" Tiana muttered under her breath.

"Huh?"

"Oh nothing," Tiana said with a smile, "Anyway, tell me about the guy."

"Well, I think he's new because I haven't seen him before. And he's got the nicest eyes… So deep and dark… Don't even get me started on his hair! I bet he uses product because I have never seen a guy with hair that soft!"

"You felt his hair?" asked the other girl, clearly caught out by Charlotte's enthusiasm.

"Of course not, silly. I know good hair when I see it," Charlotte told her.

"Oh yeah, Charlotte, this is Anna. She's new this year," Tiana felt bad, having forgotten to introduce her to Charlotte. Well, not that she needed much introduction.

"Oh hey! I'm Charlotte, it's a pleasure."

Anna made a shy wave, then the three girls arrived at their usual lunch spot. It was in the shade of one of the trees that lined the fence, and it was a popular spot for other kids as well. Rapunzel, Ariel, and Giselle had already got their various snacks out and were enjoying the conversation among themselves.

"Hey everyone!" trilled Charlotte as she plonked herself down beside Rapunzel, with Anna and Tiana following suite.

"Hey, Charlotte. Not sitting with Aurora today?" asked Giselle before taking a bite of the apple she'd pulled out from her bag.

Charlotte waved her hand in dismissal. "I can talk to Aurora whenever I want since she's in all my classes. Anyway, there's this really cute guy…"

Charlotte started to repeat her story about the hunk in her class to the other girls. Since Anna had already heard it, she leaned over to Tiana who was busy getting out some food.

"I didn't know she was so loud… When you told me about her I wasn't expecting this. And why wasn't she in any of our classes?" she whispered.

Tiana shrugged, "That's just how she is but you get used to it, don't worry, and she's a year 12. Different year, different classes. "

Charlotte finally finished her story, and though Giselle and Ariel were enamoured by the mysterious hunkster, Rapunzel looked like she couldn't care less. She'd never been romantic to begin with, she was artier then she was romantic.

"Do you even know his name?" asked Rapunzel, doodling on her hand with a ball point pen.

Charlotte nodded, "Naveen… Doesn't it sound exotic?"

Giselle and Ariel nodded dreamily, coming up with their own ideas about Naveen as they did so. The rest of interval was taken up by everyone else's stories about their first two periods and their holidays, though since the other girls were in the same classes there wasn't much variety. Before they knew it, the bell had rung and the teachers started rounding everyone up for next period's classes.

As usual, everyone took their sweet sweet time, and Charlotte's group was no exception. The year 11s had science next, and Charlotte didn't envy them. She'd never been good at science, so she welcomed the chance to drop it with open arms. She had drama, which she'd only taken for its reputation as an easy class. Though there were some that took it seriously, they were vastly outnumbered by people who didn't.

Charlotte didn't have any close friends in drama, but she was still well liked. Once again she recounted her first sighting of Naveen, and to her surprise some of the students knew Naveen.

When she asked them about him, she learnt a few interesting things that only piqued her interest even more. He was a musician, he was rich, and best of all he knew how to show a girl a good time. Those were all the qualities Charlotte loved in a man, and she was desperate to know if he was in any of her other classes. It was a good thing that the drama lesson was an active one, because Charlotte was sure that she wouldn't be able to sit still if it wasn't.

Period 4 rolled around, and now Charlotte felt like she needed a good sit down – the complete opposite of how she'd felt earlier. French was the only subject that she not only enjoyed but she was also good at it. She made her way through the maze of stairs and hallways to the top floor where all the language classes took place. She had no idea how she'd learnt her way around when she first arrived – the place was like a labyrinth. But she had, and she was grateful.

She poked her head around the door to see if she was in the right class, and she was, so she stepped in and took a seat. After a few minutes spent waiting and scrolling through her phone, one of her friends arrived and sat herself down on the chair next to her.

"Hey," said Aurora, reaching down to her bag to get out her books.

"Hi! So, I saw the cutest guy-"

"Charlotte, I was there," Aurora said with one eyebrow raised.

"Oh yeah… I just haven't seen anyone so yummy!" Charlotte squealed, clapping her hands in glee.

Aurora lacked what Tiana did so well – patience. Aurora didn't have time to worry about other people's crushes, she had to maintain her reputation as well as her current relationship with Gaston. Though she did feel inclined to play matchmaker with Charlotte and Naveen, if not just to shut her up. But then that could also make it worse… Though then again there was a possibility that her crush would pass – they had every other time.

Lost in her own thoughts, Aurora hadn't noticed Charlotte talking about something that wasn't herself, a rare occurrence.

"Hey Aurora," she whispered, "That guy's checking you out."

Her attention grabbed, Aurora glanced in the direction Charlotte was pointing. There was someone checking her out, though there was something about him that seemed kind of… dorky.

Aurora had never seen him before, so he was probably part of the flood of new students. He was ever so slightly tanned, but not enough that it could even qualify as a proper tan. He had light brown hair, though most of it was concealed under a red beanie. He wasn't bad looking… Just not the kind of guy Aurora would want to be seen with.

"Do you like him?" asked Charlotte with a cheek in her voice.

Aurora shook her head, "He doesn't look like my type. Anyway, I want to at least try and keep Gaston for as long as possible. I'd hate to be the subject of gossip."

"I guess the gossip queen can't be gossiped about then," Charlotte turned her attention to doodling in her textbook.

"If someone does they won't survive the week."

Before they could continue their chat, the French teacher came bustling in. He was a portly older man who seemed harmless, but if you got on his bad side there would be hell to pay. Not that many people got on his bad side, as the great entire-class-weeklong-detention of 2014 had scared his other students out of their wits. Needless to say, he was kept as calm as possible.

As the lesson went on, Charlotte found that she wasn't paying attention. Unintentionally she'd written Naveen's name in her textbook, surrounded by doodles of hearts and smiley faces. Aurora shot her a glance, looking down at the doodle then back up at her. Not ashamed of her feelings, she shrugged and carried on embellishing the doodle until it was as good looking as Naveen himself.