Chapter 2...

A couple of days had passed, and everything seemed fine. She had hoped that he didn't recognise her. Or at least recognise the fact that she almost killed him with her car.

She kept her head down, and just listened to him.

She somehow found his voice very soothing, It was not the accent from where they were from so she knew he hadn't always lived here. It was an accent that she wouldn't soon forget.

Something about him intrigued her. She wanted to know more about him. But all the things she had heard about him, she did not like.

Jefferson had said - He's the town beast, No one likes him-

Gaston had said - He owns most of the properties in Storybrooke, and if you get on the wrong side of him, he'll willingly increase the rent-

Ashley had said - Everyone is afraid of him-

But Belle had a way about people, somehow she could see through them and could tell if they are a good person. And when she looked at him, something fluttered within her. She didn't know what it was but there was definitely something there.

She was intrigued and she wanted to know more.

" Right put all your books away, and take out one pen, let's find out whose been listening this last week...and who hasn't" his tone of voice sounded anything but happy. He scared most of the class. Everyone was always so afraid to turn up to this class.

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It had been half an hour into the test, and Belle was flying it. English and History, her favourite subjects. She was the only one in the class that had kept writing constantly throughout the whole. And Mr Gold had noticed. As he scanned around the room everyone else seemed to be daydreaming out of the window, but this one girl, he kept his eye on.

He noticed how she would gently bite the end of the pencil as she re-read through what she had already written down. Until suddenly something caught his gaze, something just to the left of her.

Gaston was trying to get Belle's attention, Mr Gold noticed his leg edge out from under the desk to try and kick her chair to get her attention. But Belle was so engrossed with her writing she didn't even notice.

Eventually Gaston scrumpled up a note and threw it onto her desk and it made her jump out of her skin.

She glared at him with slanted eyes and he nudged her to open it up.

She shook her head and began writing again, but then he threw another piece of paper at her and she gave in and began unraveling the piece of paper, but before she knew it it was being ripped from her fingers.

" And what is this Miss French? Something you care to share with the whole class?" Mr Gold raised his eyebrows to her awaiting an answer.

Belle began to blush, her face turning a crimson red with embarrassment, she didn't even get to read the note before Mr Gold pried it from her very fingers, so goodness knows what was written on it.

" Come on a date with me tonight Belle? I'll pick you up at 7 " Mr Gold had read out in front of the whole class. He looked between Belle and Gaston and shook his head with disappointment.

" I don't believe this has anything to do with this test paper...you are both to leave this class immediately and I'll see you both outside of my office after school" He gritted at them both.

" No, But, please...I need this... It wasn't my fault" Belle began to stutter, as the anger and tears began to rise within the curves of her face.

" Miss French..." he turned to look at her, the same look he gave her when she almost killed him with her car. " I will see you at 3 pm".

The anger growing within her she threw her bag over her shoulder and stormed out of the door, slamming it behind her so hard she actually thought the door might just fall off.

That day she didn't attend any of her other classes. She sat in the library for the rest of the day, nervously awaiting 3pm.

Belle began reading 'The Notebook' again. She was sat in the far corner, away from everyone. She preferred being alone, to think and to read.

The book was splayed out on her and she was engrossed in it.

The door of the Library suddenly opened. -everyone should be at class- she thought to herself, prying her eyes slowly upwards to see who had entered.

To her dismay it was Mr Gold, The man in the suit. Maybe she was wrong, maybe the rumors all her friends' told her about him were in fact true. At this moment she was too angry to even care, at the moment she did in fact hate him. If she failed this class she would blame him, and Gaston and hate them forever.

He turned around and caught her glaring at him just for a moment, and she quickly looked back to her book and carried on reading.

A couple of minutes passed and she heard a timid voice, with him standing next to her.

" Shouldn't you be at class, Miss French?"

" And what do you care? I'm already going to fail your class, what's the point in passing the other classes when yours is the only class I truly need" she gritted, her tone was full of anger with a hint of sadness.

Something within him was now making him feel guilty. Something he didn't often feel. But this girl brought something out of him. Something...Good.

" Your not failing my class, Miss French, In fact your doing the very opposite" He sat down next to her, and her face looked to him with curiosity.

" But the test paper? I...you sent me out? I didn't even get to finish" she glared. Slamming her book closed, realizing she didn't even know what page she was on -GREAT- she thought.

" I don't need you to complete that test to know that your flying my class without a problem. Your the most intelligent person in the class Miss French, and I don't need a silly weekly test paper result to tell me that" he almost managed a smile, and she tilted her head to the side slightly, still confused.

" Look, come to my office after school, like I've asked, your not in trouble Miss French, I assure you, Mr March on the other hand, well he won't be receiving any nice words " He smirked.

She nodded, completely unaware of what just happened. She could have sworn it could be a dream, until she felt his hand console her, and placed on her shoulder. It sent a shiver through her whole body.

She nodded to him and watched him walk out of the library.

When she was sure he was gone, she smiled to herself.

Now the worry of 3pm had disappeared, and was replaced by excitement and wonder.

- If he wasn't going to yell at me, what does he want?- she began to think to herself, her mind completely taken away from the novel that still sat in her lap closed.

There was definitely something about him, something about him that she liked. He wasn't the monster everyone says he is, or at least he's not the monster when he's with her.

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After leaving the Library he realized something growing inside of him. -What the hell had just happened?- he thought to himself.

The moment he touched her shoulder, it made him tremble.

The sight of her plagued his mind for the rest of the day. He couldn't stop looking at her beautiful glowing blue eyes, he was lost in the depth of the abyss that sparkled from the sapphire diamonds that lit up her face.

Her pale porcelain face enhanced the colour amazingly.

Her brown wavy curls surrounding her face perfectly.

He knew she was only 18, and he found it intimidating. His 40 year old body could never live up to her expectations.

He shook his fantasies out of his head.

-Someone as beautiful as that could never love you, someone like that wouldn't even like you, stupid bloody man, get a grip of yourself- he thought to himself.

But the both of them felt something. Both of them believing the other would never be interested. Both of them patiently awaiting 3pm.

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