A/N: Hey guys, I'm back with Chapter 10 this time and hope you guys are enjoying this just as much as I am enjoying writing it. So I'll try not to make these notes too long so we can jump straight into the chapter, like this one here. Let's go.

Chapter 10 - He's Paying...

It turned out that the reason for Gaston's call was him asking if I wanted a lift to school, he had finally gotten his car back on Saturday - it had been getting repairs so he had been getting lifts from his teammates - and he would be stopping by my house soon.

I had agreed to the lift and spent the next fifteen minutes in Gaston's beautiful black four door Mercedes-Benz, listening to the radio and chatting with Gaston about our little after-school trip to Denny's, Gaston saying he would just take me there when my classes let out and we could discuss the homework, grab some dinner and then he would drop me off.

It was sounding a lot more and more like a date and even when Gaston was talking to me, I couldn't help but notice how my eyes travelled slightly downwards towards his lips and remembering how they had felt against mine, I had even 'accidentally' touched his arm at one point of the trip to feel the warmth emitting from him like the other day when I had been in his arms.

We had arrived at school a few minutes before the bell and I had to quickly run to reach my homeroom in time, thanking Gaston quickly for the lift and stating I would see him later on, which I knew I would seeing as how we were in English together but my mind still couldn't help but keep going back to the thought of sitting across from him in a restaurant with candlelight's and maybe sharing some spaghetti and meatballs, wow I really had to stop watching Lady and the Tramp.

Unfortunately before I got to the best part of my day, I had to go through the torture of seven hours of classes, some of them stuck in the same room as Belle or Adam and having to act like I didn't hate their guts.

Take right now for example, I was currently stuck in History class, writing down the notes written on the blackboard whilst beside me Belle was making a good deal of making sure I didn't exist - I'm pretty sure if she could have, she would have put up a barrier wall or something so that I couldn't touch her by accident - she had her whole body more or less turned away from me, her elbows were pretty much glued to her sides and every time she turned round to the blackboard, she would look straight through me.

Now I know what you're thinking, why am I complaining about this? Well not really complaining, just annoyed because I thought Belle was bigger than that but apparently not as she continued to ignore me, even when the History teacher, a really sweet old lady by the name of Professor Potts paired us together to discuss the events leading up to the Great American War.

* Well there was Belle being a complete and utter bitch to me and not talking to me just because I was following my heart and her acting like I had ran over her cat or something when I told Adam off, something I'm pretty sure he must have told her.

*There was also my little level of anxiety in how things were going with Gaston, I was so very happy currently but at the same time, I was scared of how and when he might find out about the real me behind the internet page.

* And then there was the fact that I had no idea what had happened to lead up the war, I loathed History and always had, the only sort of History I liked was in the form of fashion history - something I would always usually talk to Belle about - like how the most famous fashion designer, Yves Saint Laurent had been born on the first of August nineteen-thirty six and how he had known he wanted to be a designer from a very young age and lived out his dream until the unfortunate day of the first of June two thousand eight when he died of brain cancer.

That was the sort of things I could remember, I could also remember when famous actors had been born, including and not limited to, my most favourite actor in the form of one, John Christopher Depp II, now more commonly known as Johnny Depp who was born on the ninth of June, nineteen sixty three and had become most famous for his role as notorious and rather clumsy pirate, Jack Sparrow in the Pirates of the Caribbean film franchise, I had watched the series more than six hundred times now and loved it more and more with each viewing.

So yeah, History itself wasn't as high on my things to remember so instead I took the time for the partnership to jot down a few questions in my old spiral notebook that I could ask Gaston when I saw him in English.

I finished my questions and heard Belle clear her throat slightly, shooting out what could only be an 'moron' under her breath as she did so but I had endured my fair share of name calling in my life so far so much that it was second nature to me and Belle should have remembered that if she didn't have her nose so far up her backside that she could probably see Switzerland.

Thankfully the class came to an end not too long after that and I was free to pack up my bag as slowly as I wanted and pack it away whilst Belle quickly gathered her stuff together and left in a flash.

I put all my books away and was just putting my bag onto my shoulder when a sudden clearing of the throat from the front of the classroom had me looking up into the sweet and caring green of Professor Potts and I walked up to her desk, wondering what I could have done wrong.

"Yes Professor?" I asked as I reached the desk, my fingers grabbing slightly at my bag to keep it steady but also trying to stop the all too common fidgety feeling currently whirling through my body.

"I just wanted to check up on you little Lay" Professor Potts or as I was allowed to call her outside of class, Beatrice, was a family friend through my father's uncle and had known me since I was young so little check-in's like this one were not uncommon.

"I'm good you know, life goes on."

I was trying my best not to give too much away to Professor Potts but at the same time, exchange as much information as I could, it was rather annoying and difficult but it meant a lot less awkward questions that I wasn't too sure how to answer.

"Are you sure honey, you and Belle are rather..."

"I need to run Professor Potts, I'm running late for English and my class is on the other side of the school" I breathed out and before she could open her mouth to retort, I had sped out of the classroom, hurrying along to the end of the hallway and sitting down on the steps, taking a few deep breaths, glad I had gotten away when I had.

And I hadn't exactly lied either, my English classroom was on the complete other end of the school but I didn't have English until after lunch, right now I was supposed to be in Family and Consumer Science even though that meant another hour spent in Belle's presence with her ignoring me and making me feel like I had been a really bad friend.

Deciding to forego my current class, I sat down carefully on the stairs, thinking over what happened over the past few days and weeks, how Belle and Adam hated me and even how I was lying to Gaston, the one man whom I was beginning to consider a real and true friend.

I must have been sitting on the stairs for quite a while for the next thing I knew, the bell was ringing for lunch and two seconds later, Tom and Dick were walking out of a classroom not too far from where I currently sat, talking between themselves but stopping upon seeing me sitting on the stairs.

"Hey, LeFou right?" Tom asked as he sat down on the step in-front of me, looking up at me, "Are you okay?"

I shrugged in response, wanting to just come out and tell Tom everything that was going through my mind currently but at the same time afraid to say something for fear that it might get back to Gaston and he would hate me, it felt like I was on a two-way street but I couldn't go both ways for some reason.

Tom must not have taken my lack of response for a reply as two seconds later, he had stood up, grabbing my hand and pulling me up from the stairs, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and starting to walk a little bit whilst I felt a little bit of a teasing in my stomach as I remembered how Gaston had done the very same thing to me only days ago and I pulled tightly onto Tom's jacket, stopping him in his tracks.

Burrowing my face into his chest, I finally let the tears fall, hating how I was crying at school and into someone that I hardly knew, it was like being in the middle of one of my worst dreams.

"What did you do?" Over my shoulder, I could hear Dick asking questions and even feel the occasional finger prod.

"Nothing, he just grabbed onto me.. Dick, go get..."

"Tom, Dick, what's going on here?"

Relief. That was what I currently felt, relief as I heard the voice behind me and turned, wiping at my eyes and looking up at Gaston who was standing there, his arms crossed over his chest and looking at Tom and Dick like they should be on trial.

"Gaston" I whispered, grabbing at Gaston's arm noticing immediately how the other man turned his attention from his friends to me, a look of concern and fear on his face before it turned to determination as he put his other hand onto my shoulder and started steering me away from the crowd gathered at the stairway, down a few hallways before we ended up one of the less used hallways and Gaston stopped, turning to me.

"LeFou, what's going on? Did Tom and Dick say something? I'm going to kill them, I swear."

"NO! No Gaston, they didn't do anything wrong. It's me, I just.. I have something to tell you."

I could feel the tears start up in my eyes again as I fought hard to get the words out without my voice breaking whilst Gaston continued to watch me but his expression relaxed and he squeezed my shoulder slightly.

"No, what you need is food and a lot of it if your breakfast in my car this morning was anything to go by."

I blushed as I remembered eating my not very nutritious breakfast in Gaston's car and how Gaston had been watching me very carefully.

"Come on. I'll buy you lunch. I'm paying."

He was leaving no room for arguments as I finally took my hand off his arm whilst he put his arm around my shoulders again and pulled me close, giving me a awkward but yet strangely relaxing one armed hug.

He pulled away after a few seconds, still keeping his arm around my shoulder and leading me out the side door to the car park despite my argument that I had something really important to tell him.

Gaston eventually stopped two cars away from his home car, his keys halfway out of his pocket and he turned again, letting his arm drop away from my shoulder and I immediately missed the warmth but looked up into his eyes all the same.

"Fine" Gaston spoke up, giving me a look that seemed to indicate no more arguments "You can tell me this very important information at lunch, okay?"

I nodded at Gaston who nodded in return two seconds later before turning back to head to his car whilst I followed on behind, my stomach gurgling and my heart thumping away in my chest, was I really about to Gaston the truth about who I really was?

A/N: End of Chapter, what do you think will LeFou tell Gaston the truth or will he wimp out again? What do you guys think and hope you enjoyed this chapter and are eagerly awaiting Chapter 11 which will be up soon as I promise. Let me know what you thought of this chapter and I will see you guys again soon.

Until next time,

HeyAssbutt21.