A/N: You can read my weak ass excuses as to why I haven't updated in so long at the bottom of this chapter, but for now, read! You've waited this long! I don't want to hold you up one second longer!

Oh but just quickly, sometimes i've re-read chapters after i've posted them and found that has deleteda few words in a sentence at a time, at complete random, throughout the chapters. Its weird, I don't understand it, and i've often tried re-uploading several chapters. I've heard from other people that this has happened to them too.

So yeah, someone mentioned it in a review and I just hope they don't think i'm just really so dumb I can't even form english sentances.

I mean, i'm often dumb, but not that dumb.

Monday morning at school was a depressing time. Dragging yourself out of bed, getting dressed in your good clothes after spending the entirety of the weekend in your pyjamas, packing your healthy lunch and then having the realisation that you have to get through another five days before you having another blissful weekend of freedom.

And I'm not talking about the students.

Megara was slumped down on one of the faculty teacher's lounge tables, her forehead resting on the overdue library book notifications she had yet to fill out.

"You alright there? Didn't have a big weekend out hitting the town did you?" Jane chided as she sat across from her.

"Ah, I remember being in my twenties. The wild times, the late nights.." Milo Thatch said wistfully while Jane raised an eyebrow.

"Really Milo? Somehow you don't strike me as the 'partying' type"

"Hey, me and my roommates at college used to stay up until three in the morning some nights! drank a lot too" he said pointedly.

Jane and Meg gave him knowing looks.

"...Ok, so we were up playing monopoly and it was mountain dew, but still. I think it counts"

Meg grunted "No, this isn't a hangover. Just run of the mill depression, no biggie"

Jane smiled "Not to be dramatic or anything"

"I need coffee" Meg declared as she stood up and dragged herself over to the kitchen station.

Jane actually loved teaching but she knew being a library assistant was not her colleagues first choice of jobs. Meg was a few years younger than her and the rest of the teachers, and she was snarky as hell, but somehow they'd formed an easy friendship.

Or as Meg had said some time ago "You're way better to hang out with than half the fossils in this place"

Milo got up to get some coffee as well and Jane was left staring around the room. Then she spotted him, the janitor. Tarzan. He was over on the other side of the room putting fresh plastic bags into the trash cans. She quickly scrambled to fix her hair in its loose bun. Should she leave the stray bits out? Was that sexy or messy looking?

Leaving her hair as It was, Jane quickly took off her glasses and un-crossed then re-crossed her legs, smoothing down the material of her skirt.

She tried to keep her head forward as she took a few subtle glances in his direction. He was too busy, he wasn't looking. Once he was done, Tarzan took a hold of his cart and pushed it across to the door. Jane whipped her head around quickly, making sure to only slightly turn her head just as he was walking past. It was well timed. She caught his eye and he smiled at her, giving a little nod. She smiled back and waved. Then he walked on and out the door.

Jane grinned as she sat back in her chair, pleased with herself. That was well played in her opinion.

"What the hell was that about?"

Jane was startled as Meg stood behind her, sipping her coffee from a snoopy mug.

"What? What do you mean...and how long have you just been standing there?"

"Long enough to see you making eyes at the Janitor" Meg said flatly.

Jane huffed "I wasn't making eyes...I was being friendly"

Meg didn't look at all convinced. "Friendly, eh?"

Jane submitted.

"Ok, maybe I was making eyes at him a little bit. But you have to admit, he is handsome" she smiled deviously.

Meg looked semi-impressed as she sat down again "Wow, I wouldn't have thought tall, tanned and dreadlocked was your type"

"And what did you think my type was?"

"Skinny, pale and Sweater vested"

Milo turned around from the coffee pot like he'd been called.

"Not talking about you Milo" Meg called over her shoulder "So why didn't you go up and talk to him? Get his number? Unbutton that cardigan a little bit as he went past?"

Jane laughed "Meg!"

"Come on, go for it. There's not exactly an abundance of eligible bachelors around this dump , except for Jim...mmm, that man. If you'd have told me three years that I would find a lower grade Science teacher sexy, I would have laughed, but I'll be damned if Mr. Hawkins hasn't swayed me ...but no, lets stay focused. Ask this janitor out and get his number"

"Don't be ridiculous, I can't just go up and ask for his number! He'd think I'm ridiculous...plus I bet he must have a girlfriend already...and he's the janitor for gods sake!" Jane waved her off.

"So? You can make out his janitorial closet in-between teaching kids to finger paint. What's not to love?"

"Keep your voice down!" Jane hushed at Meg, looking sheepishly at Frollo as he strolled past, giving them a raised eyebrow.

"What's this about finger painting in janitors closest's?" Kida ,the lower school girls Phys Ed teacher, said as she came over.

"It's nothing Kida-"

"Jane wants to get freaky with a mop jockey!" Meg called out with glee. Jane buried her face in her hands.

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Jasmine and Rapunzel were sitting around on the grass by the student carpark, waiting for Mulan and Ariel to show up in Aquata's death race style carpool. Jasmine was flipping through a sketchbook of Rapunzels.

"Wow, you're so good" she said and Rapunzel looked self conscious.

"They're only really practise drawings and me mucking around, some are just scribbles.." she trailed off.

"Don't sell yourself short, these are like a million times better than I could ever do" Jasmine smiled encouragingly as she turned over the pages "I can barely do stick figures"

There were some sketches of girls with long flowing hair coloured in watercolours, lots of pages of flowers, some realistic but some stylised, with curling tendrils of ivy snaking around the pages in swirls. There was a picture of an angel wearing a beautiful gold dress with huge wings where Rapunzel had outlined every single feather. There were mermaids, with tails that were at least five different colours with patterns of stars and swirls. When Jasmine turned another page she blinked. There were four cartoon girls, all drawn in a line and coloured in pencil. The first had straight shoulder length black hair and a sports uniform on, the next had bright red long hair and black punk clothing, the one next to her had short brown hair and a paintbrush and the last one had long wavy black hair and a crop top on and a little gold belly button ring.

"Is this us?" she grinned and Rapunzel turned a little red and nodded. Jasmine saw the caption underneath, written in pink gel pen .

'My School friends'

Jasmine looked so touched. She leant over and gave Rapunzel a quick hug right there "Oh my god, this is the cutest thing ever! Can I get a copy? We can scan it in the school library and print them out, ones for Mulan and Ariel too!"

"Really?" Rapunzel asked.

"Yeah! They'll definitely want a copy, this is seriously awesome. Thank you so much!"

Rapunzel beamed "I'm glad you like it, I thought I kind of made Mulan's legs look a bit wonky. Plus I only know how to draw heels from the side so your feet are kind of sticking out funny and I think I outlined Ariels eyes with too much black pen for her makeup"

"I don't care, I think it's amazing" Jasmine shushed her. Then she noticed a figure walking towards them on the footpath over her friends shoulder.

"Oh, my god, turn around slowly, but not obviously" she said in a hushed whisper as Rapunzel did as she was told, subtly glancing around until she saw a male teacher, carrying a stack of folders under one tanned arm.

He was handsome.

Very handsome.

"Our science teacher?" She asked and Jasmine sighed wistfully.

"The one and only. The love of every female disney high students life"

Jim Hawkins. Lower school science teacher.

Expects A grades: Is a Grade A hunk.

"He's the one person giving me faith in the entire male gender at this point. Too bad he's like, twenty seven" Jasmine shrugged, her gaze following him "You seriously didn't fall in love with him the moment you walked into his class?"

Rapunzel shook her head "Not really, he was nice though...and I can kind of figure why all of you guys were sitting right up front and answering every question now" she laughed.

Jasmine rolled her eyes at herself "I know, it's pathetic. We turn into simpering little embarrassments in his presence, my inner feminist hates me for the hour I spend in his class...still, he is the reason I can remember so many facts about our solar system"

They both laughed but tried to stifle it as Jim Hawkins actually walked past. He gave them both a brief nod when he caught them looking.

"Morning girls" he said with a smile.

"Morning Mr. Hawkins" They both chanted back in unison.

Their gazes followed him all the way up to the school.

Too distracted by the sexy, they ignored the sound of a faint car horn.

They were less distracted by the sexy when their was a screech of car tires and an even louder horn, where they both whipped their heads around just in time to scream and jump up from the grass as a Jeep slammed into the curb, its front bumper just driving up onto the grass where they'd been sitting a second ago, before rolling back down and coming to a gentle stop in the parking bay.

Eyes wide and shaking slightly, both Rapunzel and Jasmine gaped as Ariel and Mulan jumped out of the Jeeps backseat and ran over to them.

"Oh my god, are you guys ok?!" Ariel said as she hurried over.

"If it's any consolation, I was also scared for my life just then" Mulan added.

Arista stumbled out of the front passenger seat looking shaken and Aquata leant out her drivers side window looking apologetic "My bad!" she called out, wincing "Please don't sue me with your fancy rich people lawyers, Jasmine!"

Jasmine gave a small, mute, wave to indicate she was fine, bending down to scoop up the contents of her purse which had spilled everywhere as she had dived out of the way.

"I say we bike to school from now on" Ariel muttered, grabbing Jasmines pencil case for her.

"Seconded" Mulan said flatly.

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The senior Drama class was a joke.

I'm sure at many schools the students who take Drama are actually aspiring actors and actresses who have dreams of making it onto broadway or the big screen.

But not at Disney high. Not this group of students.

"I hope they don't stick us with some lame shakespeare stuff, I can't understand any of it. Unless we do like a modern version of it where were in space or something. That could be cool" Aladdin wondered out loud as he sat cross legged on the school's auditorium stage.

"Nah, Mr. Clopin never makes us do existing plays, he makes up his own 'masterpieces'" Phoebus explained "By Which I mean he rips off around three already popular plays or movies and mashes them together"

Esmeralda nods "Last year was kind of like if you took Desperate Housewives and mixed it up with Scarface and the Sopranos, but it was kind of like if it was in a 1920's noir detective movie"

"And told entirely from a dogs point of view" Flynn added.

"I...really can't imagine that"

"It was the most decent thing we've done. Thirty five people showed up to the opening night, which was better than our re-telling of the events of pearl harbour as if it was a trashy reality show" Phoebus shrugged.

Aladdin stared.

"We were going for edgy that year"

As the four friends sat in their little group waiting for Mr. Clopin to show up, they were quite used to his perpetual lateness, Lottie hung back with Aquata and Giselle.

"I swore he was taking this class too, I checked his time table" Lottie said irritably, her eyes on the doors.

"New kids sometimes change classes in the first couple of weeks, especially electives. It's normal" Giselle shrugged but this made Lottie pout childishly.

"But I want Naveen to have this class! Can you imagine if we do a romance story and he gets the main lead and I get to play the heroine and his love interest...ugh, kiss scene, sign me up!" she giggled "He could be the Prince and I'll be his princess!"

Giselle laughed "And what if you get assigned a kiss scene with, oh I don't know, Gaston or something?" she pointed over to where the footballer was goofing around with his friends, also taking this class. Lottie pulled a face.

"Urgh, don't even joke about that, I would never go there. Head quarterback or not"

"What about Flynn Ryder then?" Aquata kept going, jabbing her friend in the shoulder "Can you imagine your romantic kiss scene with him?"

Lottie swatted her away "Uh, make than a complete and utter NO!" she laughed.

"But he is funny though...and kind of really good looking. I wouldn't mind a kiss scene with Phoebus either" Giselle shrugged but Lottie turned on her.

"Giselle, come on. Funny is one thing, him and Phoebus are like the class clowns and everyone likes them and whatever, I get it, but no self respecting girl ever actually dates them, you know?" she explained matter-of-factly.

"Hey, I never said I had plans to date them! I'm just saying their kind of cute! In that kind of...messy way"

"Messy?" Aquata scoffed.

"You know what I mean. And who are you to talk, you hooked up with Flynn last year at Tinkerbells beach party" she shot back.

"Pfft, I was totally on my fourth drink by then, that barely counts..."

"Guys, were losing focus!" Lottie snapped at them.

"...Focus on what?" they both asked.

"Ah, how about my master plans on making Naveen fall madly in love with me ? Lets focus on that! First, I need to find out what he likes in a girl. The basic statistics. What colour he likes them to wear most, please god let it be pink, what kind of movies, food, sports and/or books he's interested in, and which I should then become interested in-"

Speaking of the devil, the theatre doors opened with a loud bang and the students all whipped around, expecting Clopin, but Naveen smiled dashingly as all eyes were on him.

"Morning everyone" he said smoothly as he strut up past the seats to the stage. You'd think he was George Clooney rocking up to his latest movie set, the amount of confidence he oozed. It looked like Lottie had to stop herself from squealing out loud.

A chorus of girls said good morning back to him in simpering voices and Flynn made a fake gagging sound.

"I can't stand guys like that, with his chino's and little collared shirt and the holiday beach house you just know his family has up state" Flynn muttered over to the others while Naveen was swarmed by his other class mates.

Phoebus nodded along wisely "So basically you're just insanely jealous over how much money, charm and charisma he so obviously has?"

"...maybe"

"Don't tell me you don't kind of hate him a little bit too" Aladdin said to Phoebus "The guy who has it all so easy. Money, the clothes, the girls.." he listed off on his fingers.

"First, I have enough money, and plus I don't think it's very important anyway. Secondly, I like my own clothes and I don't care what he does or doesn't wear, and third, all those girls that go after guys like that? Not my type" Phoebus shrugged casually.

Flynn looked doubtful "So you're not jealous in the least?"

"Nope"

"Not one bit?"

"Jealousy is an ugly emotion and only for the weak" Phoebus quoted "He does his thing, I do mine, I literally could not care in the least"

"This is what we call 'a mature' way of looking at things" Esmeralda smirked at Flynn, patting Phoebus on the shoulder.

Flynn stuck out his tongue and made a fart sound.

His friends expected nothing less.

"So, moving on, is your Mom back from her vacation yet?" Phoebus asked and Flynn seemed to revert back to being an 18 year old instead of acting like he was 5.

"The road trip with whats-his-name has been extended another week and a half apparently. I just got a call last night at like 10 pm. Downside, now I have to cover this months electricity and water bills just so they don't get shut off. Upside, more time alone to myself to do what I want. Last night I put an old CD in the microwave. I think I might have breathed in fumes I probably shouldn't have, but yeah. I don't regret my decision"

"Why would you put a perfectly good CD in the microwave?" Aladdin asked.

"Just to see what would happen. And don't worry, it was just a Nickelback album"

"That's so bad" Esmeralda said, shaking her head.

"I know, I don't even know why I bought it in the first place, that photograph song is so bad it makes me violent"

"No Flynn, I'm not talking about Nickelback" Esmeralda rolled her eyes "The fact that you're Mom is always away and leaves you to just fend for yourself!"

"Fend for myself?" he scoffed "God, you make it sound like I've been left in the wilderness to scavenge for berries. I have a perfectly good toasted sandwich maker and like fifty leftover Dominos coupons. I am perfectly set up to eat for the next week and a half"

"Please tell me you are not solely living off grilled cheese sandwiches and meat lovers pizza?" Phoebus asked.

"...You say that like its a bad thing?"

"Well were do you get the money to pay off these bills then?" Esmerelda pressed.

"As if I don't know where Mom stuffs her scratch card winnings under her mattress. Plus I totally took a fifty from her purse before she left. Just in case"

If there was one thing Flynn couldn't stand, it was sympathetic looks. And three of his best friends were giving them to him right now.

"Plus i've been super conservative with how much energy and water i've been using anyway. I only keep one rooms lights switched on at a time and I haven't showered in like, three days!" he tried to smile reassuringly. Esmeralda took a step back from him over the shower remark.

"Do you even know the name of the guy your Mom's gone away with?"

"Uh, I think it starts with a K...he'd pretty new and I only met him once...Kevin? Keenan? ...Kyle maybe?" Flynn muttered out loud.

"Listen, Flynn.." Esmeralda started softly.

"No, wait, I got it. It was Ken. I remember now because when I met him he introduced himself and made some joke about my Mom being his Barbie and I almost threw up in my mouth a little bit"

"Flynn!"

Flynn winced "What? Guys, seriously, chill. This isn't even a deal. In fact, it's a good thing! Mom's not here this weekend? Uh, house to myself? You see where I'm going with this? Can anyone say EPIC PARTY?!" he clapped his hands together and tried to snap his friends out of giving him those damn looks and get them hyped up.

"Chips, dip, sex, drugs and rock and roll!...ok so not so much the sex and drugs part, but there will be chips and dip. Dorito's even"

Phoebus, Esmeralda and Aladdin exchanged looks before Phoebus shrugged. They submitted.

"I guess a party would be good"

Obviously a Dr. Phil style breaking down and opening up about his relationship with his mother was not on Flynn's cards right now. Might as well go along with his obvious and totally healthy attempts to crush his feelings.

"Nice. So you guys, plus Pocahontas and Quasi if his parent's aren't being super lame. Boom. Theres a party right there"

Flynn looked pleased with himself before a certain voice made itself heard behind them.

"There's a party?"

Flynn's face immediately fell "Nope. No. No party. Not one ounce of party happening here, no sir"

Naveen snaked his way over, removing himself from the throng of girls and casually flinging an arm around Esmeralda's shoulder while he was at it, as he smiled at the group "Ah, I think I did hear something about a party" he smiled.

Esmeralda didn't move his arm away. A few girls behind them glared daggers at her "My, what good hearing you have.." she smirked, arms folded.

Naveen let out a loud laugh "Haha! Oh, Es, you're so funny!"

Aladdin frowned and leant over to Phoebus "was that even meant to be a joke?"

"Anyway, so yes, party at yours is it...aahh?" Naveen gazed at Flynn, lost for his name.

Flynn glared "Mike. Mike Rotch"

There's that maturity showing again.

"Well nice to meet you Mike" he said, oblivious to the joke "So what kind of party is it? I'm new here, obviously, and I want to get to know my new classmates. Especially the friends of Es, who i've already had the pleasure of meeting, and what better way than a genuine american house party?"

"Yeah, listen, it's kind of just gonna be a small thing over at my house and-"

"You having a party, Ryder?"

All of a sudden Gaston swaggered over with his little group and Flynn's face screwed up even more.

"Ah, not really n-" but the football boys were set.

"Sweet! Party at Flynn's house!" Gaston hollered out to the rest of the class.

"Nice, I got a keg I can bring. Dad bought it but I can totally swipe it from the garage"

"Can I bring my girlfriend...and some of her friends?...and maybe a couple of their boyfriends?"

"Can we come Flynn? Pleeeease? I know the rest of the cheer girls would want too!"

"Is it ok if we crash at yours after?"

"Do you mind if people hook up in your bathroom? Because if you do thats cool, I don't mind using a closet or whatever"

"Will there be chips and dip?"

Flynn stood there, mouth set in a thin line, as the entire Drama class barraged him with questions. He stared over mournfully at Phoebus who shrugged at him, telepathically telling him 'you brought this on yourself, dude. You were the one who wanted the party'

He tried the look with Esmeralda. She held up her i-phone which was open to the facebook event page she was already in the middle of creating. Great help she was.

Flynn looked back to the hopeful eyes of his classmates as they stared at him

"Fine.I guess this is happening then...ugh, whatever. Party at mine friday night!"

A cheer errupted.

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Pocahontas paced nervously outside Mr. Walts office, a bunch of papers and research held in her hands. She kept on flipping over the pages, her chicken scratch writing scribbled over some of the pages.

She cleared her throat "Mr. Walt..I very much appreciate you taking the time to schedule in this meeting today...I am here to talk about-no wait, discuss sounds better- I am here to discuss the issue of the new parking lot and the destruction of the quad...does destruction sound to aggressive? Demolishment?...is that a word?"

Muriel the receptionist stared on in silence, one eyebrow raised, as Pocahontas continued to mutter to herself as she practised her opening pitch.

"I suggest to you the notion that we should explore other options. Indeed, perhaps, a school dance that we could use to make money off of... um, use to our financial advantage...to increase replacement funding in another such..area. Uuuurgh" Pocahontas groaned as she thwapped the papers to her head.

The door to the office opened and Tiana walked in, flyers in hand. She caught site of Pocahontas.

"Oh, hey girl! Whatsup" she said brightly. She was a rare case of someone who enjoyed their mondays.

Pocahontas turned to face her like she was a godsend.

"Tiana! Oh my god, thankyou for showing up!"

Tiana blanked "Um...you're welcome?"

Pocahontas had rushed over and had her gripped by the shoulders, making her eyes widen "Um, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I am now! I'm stressing out about telling our idea!-"

"Our idea?"

"-but thank god you showed up! Did I text you about it this morning? I don't remember, but this whole morning has been a blur. I got into the library early to print off a whole bunch of stuff to show him about the quad and the school layout plans and alternative place to put the quad. I didn't sleep much either. I also had a coffee shot this morning. Or 3. But it's okay now, because you're here!"

Tiana gaped. She had never seen Pocahontas as anything as cool, calm and composed.

This?...this was scary.

She took the girl by the hand and patted it gently "Uh, it's ok. I'm here. It's all good. It'll go fine. Deep breaths"

Pocahontas took one big inhale and exhale and settled herself "Ok...ok, I'm good. I just really want to save this quad. It's really important to me you know?"

Tiana nodded "Yeah, I get it, and you know I totally support you"

Pocahontas smiled "I know, and I really appreciate it. The fact that you've come and decided to join me to make this dance happen...I cant even say how grateful I am! Were gonna save this quad side by side and make it happen by ourselves if we have too!"

Tiana froze, her hand still in Pocahontas's.

"You...you think I'm going to?... I just meant that I was... I mean, I am-"

She'd just come down to the offices to give some teachers her study group flyers so they could pass them out in their classes.

Pocahontas thought she was here to help save the quad with this whole dance 'd just been there yesterday when it was suggested. How did Pocahontas get it in her head that she was all of a sudden part of this?

She couldn't help organise some dance, she was way too busy! The study group, exams, work..

But Pocahontas was looking at her with such hopeful eyes.

"I...I..."

'Just say no, goddamnit!"

...but those eyes. Why did they have to be so big and brown? Why did Tiana have to be such a nice person? She caved. She caved hard.

"Yeah! Lets save the quad!" Tiana said excitedly as Pocahontas let out a woop of excitement and hugged her.

Mentally, Tiana wanted to slap her good nature.

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Ariel let out a deep breath as she stood outside the schools performing arts buildings music rooms.

Students could hire them after school to practise in. This is where she and Eric would have their first date.

Well, technically it was not a date. Not to him anyway. But she totally counted it as one.

She had on a black pleated skirt with a baseball shirt that had the Ramones written across it and a pair of purple Dr. Martens on her feet. Mulan had put her hair up in a high ponytail and Jasmine had insisted on smearing Lip gloss on her. Ariel didn't like it too much, it was way too sticky. Other than that she had some pretty slick looking eyeliner on in that cats eye style. She'd googled how to apply it last night and it took maybe seven attempts before she nailed the technique, but nail it she did.

Hearing a few random drum beats and guitar strumming from inside, Ariel couldn't help but smile in anticipation as she pushed open the door.

"Hellooo?" she sang out as her head poked around the door.

"Ariel!" Eric turned around, greeting her. He even went in for a one armed hug, his guitar strung over the other "How are you?"

Ariel leaned into him, a goofy smile on her face "Ah, I'm good. You?"

"Decent, decent...just working out a few chords" he plucked a few of the strings on his black and white electric guitar which was already plugged into one of the schools old amps.

"Wow, that sounds awesome!" Ariel said brightly. She heard a scoff from behind her.

"Uh, he didn't play anything? They were just random practise chords"

Audrey sat behind the drum kit in the back, looking unimpressed with Ariel's presence.

"Um, hi, nice to meet you" Ariel said, trying to be polite.

Audrey raised an eyebrow "You don't remember me?"

Ariel blinked.

"From the skatepark? You know, where you stacked it? hit the bricks? Failed so spectacularly?"

Eric threw a warning look over at Audrey from where Ariel couldn't see. Basically telling her to play nice.

"Don't mind her, she's this way with everybody" Another voice said. Ariel turned again to see a boy come out from what must have been a supply room, carrying a couple of music stands. He was skinny with messy looking red hair and a baby face. He grinned at Ariel though she grinned back. "Hey, I'm Peter"

"Hey Peter, i'm Ariel"

"Yeah, Eric mentioned you"

"Oh" Ariel said simply had, mentally suppressing the urge to high five herself over the fact that Eric had totally mentioned her to his friends. It was so cool that it still over shadowed a glaring Audrey in the corner.

"So you like the Ramones?" Eric asked as picked up his guitar, nodding to her shirt.

"Yeah! Well, I'm only really just getting into them-" Ariel admitted "-but so far I think they're awesome! I know all the words to blitzkreig bop off by heart, i've had it on repeat so much!"

"Nice choice. Everyone loves that one but for good reason" Eric laughed "I know every chord for it" he tapped on his guitar.

"So do you play any instruments?" Peter asked, picking up his own bass.

Ariel shrugged "I played the recorder in grade school?" she said, making them laugh "-but other than that, nothing. Well...no, nothing"

"No, come on tell us, you were about to mention something" Eric smiled at her and she blushed.

"Well...I kind of sing a little"

"Really? Like, choir singing or in the glee club?"

Ariel couldn't help but screw up her face "Ew" which made them laugh again "No, no. Nothing that required staying late after school or anything. It's just something I've always liked doing I guess. I think the most esteemed venue I've ever played in is my own shower"

Eric nodded, interested "I'm the singer in our band as well, not that I can reach high notes or actually have much of a talent for it, but our style doesn't really need it"

"That and we can't find anyone else.." Audrey joked.

Just then Peters eye's lit up "Why don't you sing for us?" he asked Ariel.

Ariel stopped on the spot "What? You mean right now" she laughed but Peter nodded, a childlike excitement coming over him.

"Why not?! You just said yourself you know all the words to Blitzkrieg bop, which we can practically play in our sleep. Come on, for some fun!"

"I dunno.." Ariel fidgeted, looking over to Eric until Audrey raised her voice.

"Yeah, come on guys, we gotta practise other songs that we don'tknow already and we don't have time to have a sing along with Red here"

Ariel assumed 'red' was her. She didn't know if she liked the nickname.

"Aw, Audrey, we have plenty of time to practise other stuff, we can have one song and then I promise we will get down to the serious business that is covering Blondie's greatest hits" Eric decided. Audrey slumped down in her drum seat and muttered something in spanish.

Eric chucked a microphone to Ariel who just caught it, winding the cord away from her feet so she wouldn't trip.

"Ready when you are?"

Ariel turned red "I don't remember agreeing to this" she laughed but Eric just flashed her a gorgeous smile as they got into position.

"But I wanna' see what you've got, Red"

Ariel beamed. Maybe Red wasn't such a bad nickname...you know, when Eric said it.

All of a sudden Eric let out a massive echoing chord on his guitar.

"Good evening disney high music classroom!" he called out to an invisible audience "Are you ready to rock!?"

Ariel laughed as Audrey rolled her eyes and Peter let out a loud wolf howl, devil horns up.

"I said, ARE YOU READY TO ROCK!?"

This time Ariel let out her own yell along with Peter and even Audrey let out a sarcastic little 'whoo', though smiling.

"They do this every lesson" she muttered to Ariel before tapping her drum sticks together "One, two. One, two , three, four!"

And then they were into it, the previously silent music room filled with sound. Audrey beating on her drums, Peter on his bass and Eric's fingers running fast paced over his guitar strings.

Ariel's mouth felt dry but she counted the beats with a tap of her foot unti lshe found her cue.

"Hey, ho. Lets go!

Hey, ho. Lets go!"

She started, her voice soft, unsure of herself.

"Hey, ho. Lets go!

Hey, ho. Lets go!"

The next time she repeated the chorus ,Eric and Peter joined in .

Her mouth felt dry and she felt their eyes on her, but Eric smiled at her encouragingly. Ariel felt her confidence rise an iota. She couldn't be doing that badly.

She got through the first verse and now she felt into it, her voice rising, a huge smile on her face. She couldn't even help herself moving around to the beat, trailing the microphone cord as she jumped along.

She looked over to the guys again and she could see they were into it too, nodding their own heads along to the beats. Even Audrey was smiling now. Ariel suddenly felt something amazing wash over her, they were just four people loving music right now. She didn't feel stupid or shy singing for them like she thought she would, this felt so natural and just...fun!

Half way through the repeat of the verses Ariel messed around by going right up to Eric, her punk attitude taking over, singing up to his face with fake bravado. He joined in to the point where he was hamming it up along with her, jumping around with his guitar, both of them trying not to laugh.

Ariel was back and dancing in her own private mosh pit as she sang, doing kicks and twirls and flipping her wild red ponytail around with gusto for the final repeat of the lyrics.

With the sudden end to the song with the last chord, Ariel finally stopped, breathless, flushed and grinning so wide her cheeks actually hurt.

Peter let out a loud whistle and Eric actually clapped. Even Audrey looked at Ariel with more respect.

Ariel did a theatrically little bow in front of them, looking sheepish as silence filled the room again.

"You were awesome!" Eric gave her a two handed highfive.

"I can never play that song enough, classic" Peter smiled.

"You were better than I thought you were gonna be" Audrey shrugged.

Coming from her this was probably a huge compliment.

Ariel felt breathless and deliriously happy. Here she was, singing with this amazing guy and his friends and loving every minute of it. She'd sing at home with her sisters to the radio in their bedrooms, with hairbrushes for microphones, but this felt different.

"We should totally get you to cover more songs with us" Peter suggested "Seriously, it makes all these old rock songs sound new and different with a girl on vocals, no offence man" he said quickly to Eric.

"None taken, your right, that was awesome. I'd totally be up if you sang for us another time" while Ariel gaped at them at a loss for words with excitement, he seemed to mull it over a bit more "Actually...Ariel, do you have much else going on in your life right now?"

"Uuuum.."

"Wait, let me phrase that better. Are you free every monday after school, friday nights and Sunday?" he smiled.

Peter cottoned on quicker than Ariel "Oh,yes! I know what you're doing man and I am totally on board! Yes!" he couldn't stand still as he went and flung an arm around Ariels shoulder.

Ariel felt like her heart was going to explode as Eric turned to Audrey "What do you think about it?"

Audrey tried to look as indifferent as she could "She's got a better voice than you'll ever have"

"So that's a yes, yes, yes on the voting ballot! Election closed! Red's in!" Peter called out.

"You are free those nights then aren't you?" Eric asked to Ariel, who was now barely able to contain herself "because those are our bands official practise nights so-" but before he could even finish, Ariel had flung her arms around his shoulders in a bone crushing hug.

"Am I the new singer in your band!?" she practically screamed as Eric started spinning her around the room.

"What do you think?" he laughed and Ariel shrieked again from the pure joy. Peter somehow managed to slam into them, dragging Audrey with him, arms wrapping their way around them all.

"BAND HUG!"

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If Belle had been in a better mood for it she would be humming the mission impossible theme song along in her head right now.

Mostly because she'd been slinking slowly from building to building since her last class had ended. Right now was at the corner of the hallway that would lead to the seniors quad. She poked her head around quickly, her sunglasses on and her little beige winter hat on. Her inconspicuous disguise. She ducked back as she caught a glimpse of one of the senior football guys approaching his locker. Waiting until he was busy, grabbing a spray can and applying a way too generous amount of Axe body spray, Belle shuffled down the hall at top speed past him, making her footfalls silent and keeping her head turned and face down at all times.

It had been like this all day. Making sure she avoided every single one of the guys who had witnessed her humiliation at the mall the other day.

Oh wait, let me re-phrase that, been the cause of her humiliation at the mall the other day.

They'd all seen the book, they had all jeered, and god knows what they must think of her right now. God knows what they'd say to her face as soon as they caught sight of her! Just this morning when she'd arrived at the steps to the school, she'd heard a guy making lewd sounds behind her, only to turn around and find out he was looking right at her. Belle would have asked him what on earth he thought he was doing but then he started acting out some utterly disgusting gestures and it was clear he was attempting to be on attempting. She didn't even know this guy! He definitely hadn't been at the mall but being a smart girl Belle could guess, by the Ed Hardy shirt and beefed up upper body, that he was one of Gaston's friends. He must've told everybody about that damn thought it was all some big joke. Belle kept her dignity and shut her mouth, leaving the comedic genius laughing behind her.

Now she could go home, after a long day of skulking between classes and hiding in the girls toilets at lunch. The only problem left was that fact that her bus left right from the stop across from the quad. she walked across it after school everyday before this no hassle, but then again it wasn't littered with seniors that knew she purchased a sex book (unwillingly) every day every day. They were just normal seniors then, now they were the enemy. She'd considered just waiting an extra half an hour until they'd definitely all gone home but then she would have missed her bus.

Cue mission impossible theme song again.

Belle was just down the hall and through the double doors to the quad, so close to the stop, all she had to do was bolt across the grassed area for a good fifty metres and she was clear. Distracted by the sense of glorious freedom, she forgot to do a proper clearance check.

"Hey!" A guys voice called out gruffly from behind her and Belle froze, turning around wide eyed, only to come face to face with Adam.

"Oh, my god, you!" She exclaimed, hand over her chest, relieved that it wasn't one of Gaston's cronies.

Adam sneered as he walked up to her "A cheery hello to you too"

"What do you want?" Belle asked, not even angry, just sounding tired. She just wanted this day to end and she didn't know if she could deal with this guy right now.

"What's with the hat and glasses?"

"Can you just answer the question?"

"Can't you just answer mine?"

The two stared each other down.

"I'm going to miss my bus if I stay and chat"

"I'll drive you home"

"You have your license already?"

"My driver has his license already"

"You have a driver?"

"Rich, remember?"

"Oh yeah...wait, if your rich and can hire real chauffeurs and maids or whatever, why are you trying to convince me to be your personal slave?"

"If I said 'for the fun of it' doe's that count as a valid answer?"

"..."

"I'm going to take that glare as a no"

Belle tried walking away "I'm sorry but I don't have time for this, I really need to go. Not just to catch my bus but to avoid all the 'classy' people that count as Gaston's friends"

Adam only walked alongside her across the grass "They've been giving you shit about the book?" he guessed correctly. Belle's thin lipped silence spoke volumes.

"You know they won't give you shit if you hang around me" he said casually.

Belle scoffed "Why, because they're afraid of you?"

"Yeah" he stated. Just to clarify, he stated it, not said it.

Stated it like a fact.

"Please, the other day Gaston was in your face about to punch you for even standing up against him"

"Ok, maybe Gaston's not as afraid of me as the others, but his team and his friends are. As soon as he's not around they won't even look me in the eye in the hall"

"So you'd be my big bad protector? Glaring down anyone who mimes something gross at me on the school steps?" Belle said sarcastically.

"Pretty much. Except replace the word 'glaring' with 'punching'"

Belle doubted Adam did sarcasm.

Belle stopped in her tracks and turned to face him, taking off her sunglasses and looking him straight in the eye "This is just another way to convince me to hang around you being your slave isn't it?"

Adam smiled "Not at all"

Ok, maybe he did do sarcasm.

Belle sighed, actually letting out a sad little laugh at the state of her life as it was right now "Look, ok, I really do appreciate you standing up for me the other day in the mall and offering to beat people up for me is...well, primitive and so utterly testosterone driven-but also kind of sweet when viewed from a certain angle...so thank you. For that. All of this 'slave' stuff though? I just-"

"Personal assistant, not slave"

"-I just don't want to degrade myself"

"You wouldn't be degrading yourself though. You think i'm going to have you scrubbing my floors and dressing in a monkey outfit to amuse me?"

"I'm worried that that's even the first thing that came to your head"

"You're doing this for you're Dad remember, and I'm giving you my word that I will talk to my Dad and I can guarantee he'll keep your Dad hired. No matter what, I can make that happen. I'm a spoilt only child, I basically get whatever I ask for. I also have divorce guilt working in my favour. I think it's actually kind of ...you know...respectful that you'd try and help you'r Dad however you can"

Belle gave a small smile but didn't look convinced.

"Ok, how 'bout this. You get me coffee every morning, maybe get me snacks from the vending machine when I want them, but also you have to sit with me at lunch everyday... and come over on saturdays...maybe every second sunday too. I'll work out the details" Adam shrugged and looked down at Belle like this was perfectly reasonable.

Belle found this so utterly insane she couldn't help but smile "Adam...you're really really pushing this aren't you? Are you...are you doing this just to force me to hang out with you?"

"...maybe"

Now she laughed "Oh my god, you are"

"I also do kind of want you to do my homework for me, so don't read into anything here-"

But Belle cut him off "I will help you with your homework"

"And alphabetise my DVD collection?"

"Only by name, not by genre"

"So your agreeing to this then? You'll be my personal assistant?"

"Only if you can promise my Dad a job" she put out her hand to shake.

He took it, his large hand practically covering her own tiny one, and shook hard.

"Meet me out the front of the school tomorrow then, on the grass. I like my coffee's large and without cream or sugar" he said, businesslike and Belle smirked.

"Got it"

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"Paaaartaaaay at Flynn's house, Paaaaartaaay at Flynn's house~" Esmeralda sang along endlessly as she danced ahead of everyone to Phoebus's car.

"Oh hey, party at Flynn's house this friday, spread the word" she mentioned with a smile to strangers passing by in the car park "And you with the pigtails, party at this guys house, spread the word!"

Flynn hung back with his hands dragging across his face "somebody tell her she's not funny..."

"The event page already has 98 people attending" Quasi noted with a smile as he checked his phone.

"Urgh, my house barely fits two people comfortably. Our bathroom doubles as a laundry room. You have to stand in the tub to use the ironing board!"

"Don't worry, it's like the unwritten equation of house parties that you need to invite double the amount of people you actually want to show up, because at least half will bail" Pocahontas said.

"Yeah but it's only been five hours since that page was created. Give it a week, who knows how many people would have seen that page" Aladdin smiled, actually excited "Man, I haven't been to a party in months, not since I moved"

As he said this, something lying on the grass caught his eye and he bent down to scoop it up. A couple of pieces of scrunched up paper stapled together. This wen't unnoticed by the others.

"I can't afford to feed this many people. Can I just buy a bag of Cheeto's and leave it at that?"

"I thought you promised the people chips and dip?" Phoebus asked as he got his keys out and his car opened with the little beeping sounds.

"And Obama promised to cut their taxes. Welcome to the real world" Flynn huffed as he opened the front door "Shot gun"

Quasi piled into the back first, with Aladdin getting in on his right and Pocahontas on the left, Esmeralda squeezing in to sit on Pocahontas's lap. Illegal and unsafe, yes, but they had to learn to adjust for the addition of Aladdin to the carpool.

"Shift over a little, girl, your belt's spikes are sticking into my stomach" Pocahontas prodded at her friends back.

"You've got to suffer for fashion"

"The person who invented that saying wasn't in this position, now move your butt"

"Only because I love you" Esmeralda smiled, clipping the seat belt over the both of them "Oh and how did that thing with the principle go today?"

"Amazing!" Pocahontas lit up as everyone shut the car doors and Phoebus pulled out of the parking spot "He thought the whole thing would be a great idea, he gave us the total green light. It was mostly due to Tiana though, she basically talked for the whole thing since I was so nervous and out of my head"

"That's why you were acting that way this morning?" Quasi asked.

Phoebus laughed "Yeah, we haven't seen you act so out of character since that party sophomore year, when you tried that cone and said you could paint with all the colours of the wind"

Pocahontas groaned"Don't even bring that up"

"Didn't you also claim that the willow tree in the backyard was talking to you?"

"I said don't"

"Just want to mention that was one of the greatest nights of my life, just throwing that out there" Flynn added helpfully from the front seat.

"Anyway" Pocahontas continued "Now all me and Tiana have to worry about is actually planning the dance by ourselves and making sure enough people come to make up the right amount of money"

"Yeah, charging people $10 a ticket, it's going to have to be pretty awesome" Quasi nodded.

"Give it a theme, like a dressup or a masquerade party. Ooh, or 80's!" Esmeralda said excitedly.

Flynn grimaced "Urgh, no. Neon spandex and a Madonna playlist wont make you any money"

"Karaoke machine? Chocolate fountain? Inflatable bouncy house?"

"Quasi, it's a school dance, not a nine year olds birthday party" Pocahontas laughed "Thought the chocolate fountain could work...can you rent those?"

"Beer fountain?'

"No, Flynn"

"How about you get a band?" Phoebus suggested.

"Thats a good one. I should write these down" Pocahontas said, squirming around Esmeralda for a pen and paper from her bag.

"Strippers?"

"No, Flynn"

"You could advertise it on facebook and make sure everyone see's it" Esmeralda said as Pocahontas scribbled down onto the paper.

"And make posters to put up around school" Quasi added.

"Ship in some columbian cocaine?"

"Flynn, if you can't suggest any real ideas, I will make it eighties theme just to spite you"

"Harsh"

"What about you Aladdin? You've been pretty quiet over there, any ideas?" Esmeralda asked , making Aladdin snap out of his little bubble. He'd been reading those scrunched up papers he found with fascination.

"Hm? What are we talking about?"

The others stopped and saw the paper.

"What is that?" Quasi asked, seeing all the scribbles and highlighted lines on the papers, with a million different pen colours on it, like it had been added to over time.

"It's...well i'm not entirely sure, I found it in the parking lot, but I think it's a list...a list made by that Jasmine girl I told you about" he said, eyes still running over the pages.

"A list of what?"

"I dunno, qualities I think. Stuff she likes in guys. For example, ' Number 22:Cant have any strange piercings' and 'Number 74: Can recite the pledge of allegiance off by heart" he read out loud "...the original 1892 version"

"That's...oddly specific" Phoebus said.

"I don't think I can even spell 'pledge or allegiance'" Flynn muttered.

"How do you know she wrote it?" Quasi asked and Aladdin pointed to her neatly printed full name at the top of the page "Oh"

"Lemme see" Esmeralda instructed as she grabbed it off of him, her and Pocahontas peering at it "Wow, this thing is long"

"There are 289 things on this list!" Pocahontas's eyes bugged, semi-impressed.

"Number 99: Cannot find the TV show 'two and a half men' funny" Esmeralda read.

"Number 83: Can never wear odd socks. Even at home" Pocahontas laughed.

"I don't even know what to make of it" Aladdin said "It's insane but I dont know...kind of helpful in a way?"

"Don't tell me you're still attracted to this girl after reading this? This makes her sound crazy. Britney spears circa 2005 crazy" Phoebus said in all seriousness.

"Are you kidding? This is helpful, a god send for you" Flynn cut over her, turning in his seat to face Aladdin "My friend, a literal guide on how to land this chick had fallen into your clutches by some miraculous twist of fate. This is a sign from Jesus or something. Or Allah, I don't know, whatever floats your boat, but the point is you need to use this"

"What, like, as a checklist?" Aladdin laughed but Flynn wasn't joking.

"Ah, duh. Do you know how useful it would be if every girl had one of these? All you need to do is study it and take notes, see what she likes, see what she doesn't, and use that to your advantage!"

"I see what your getting at , but you make it sound creepy" Aladdin said, looking unsurely at the list.

"Flynn makes a lot of things sound creepy. I think this could be a good thing though" Esmeralda spoke up.

Phoebus frowned "Really?"

"Yeah, really. All you have to do is drop a few things into casual conversation with her, like bring up the fact that you are piercing free and think two and a half men sucked even before they replaced Charlie Sheen with Ashton Kutcher"

"What a pick up line" Pocahontas said flatly.

She gave the list back to Aladdin and he stared at it for a half a minute before a small smile played on his lips "Well, if you think it's a good idea.."

A/N: AAAAARGGGH UPDATE!

I'm so sorry to everyone who has waited patiently, I dont want to make lame excuses: but here are my lame excuses.

Life has been hectic lately. The last few months have seen me struggling with my graphic design course, homework, assignments, really struggling with tafe classes then really struggling with homework and assignments. Which all led to me actually dropping out due to the fact that I found out my courses illustration unit has been cut by half just this year, something I did not know as I blindly followed on to get my diploma, then finding out it doesn't even lead to an illustration course next year either, so I questioned why I was even there if I was struggling, wasn't enjoying it and it wasn't taking me anywhere I wanted to be. So yes, I am a de-enrolled student (it sounds classier than dropout) but at least I still get to keep my certificate 4 so I have a qualification.

Cue me looking for proper jobs on top of my casual job, trying to start a blog for my illustrations in order to get freelance work, starting to excercie, organising my mess of a life in general and yeah. BUT YEAH EXCUSES.

Thank you for listening to my rant and I hope you enjoyed this over due update.

And now questions and statements and general STUFF about this chapter!

.I'm going to enjoy writing more about Meg and Jane. They will be the main teachers who get their own stories told, with Kida tagging along too. These three, plus Milo, Hercules, Jim and Tarzan are all roughly in their 20's, so quite young teachers (and library assistant in Megs case). They have a little teachers lounge clique. And anyone who claims I am making teachers sound a little immature, guys, I assure you. Twenty-something year olds are literally still this immature. When I was 14 I used to think people had their shit together and magically became a mature, wise adult when they hit twenty. Jesus christ that is so untrue I laugh.

.Still can't stress enough that Jasmine has written this list to be ridiculous and scare off boys. Its meant to make her sound crazy. Crazy is what she is aiming for. And of course, since it's completely fake, that's what will make Aladdins life...interesting

.Who wants to be Aquata will run someone down with her death trap Jeep before the semester is over?

.Is Adam just a socially awkward boy who has no idea how to get girls to not be terrified of him and be his friend, or is he just a jerk who really wants his DVD's alphabetised? OR both?

.Will Gaston and his little rat pack find a way to make Belle's life hell, even with Adam around now?

.So Tiana and Pocahontas are going to have their dance, any of your own suggestions for making it a success? Themes? Dress code? Should they get the strippers and columbian cocaine Flynn suggested?

.WHOO go Ariel making it onto the band. Her voice is a huge part of her story, did you think I wouldn't include it? Of course, choir was way too boring. Having her sing classic punk songs is way better.

.Also, if you have never heard Blitzkreig bop, youtube it. Youtube it now.

.What's going to happen with the seniors drama production by the way? What kind of play should they perform? Something traditional, or something... edgy! *cue jazz hands *

.and lastly, what the hell kind of stuff do you think would go down at a party held by the one and only Flynn Ryder? Strippers and cocaine?

I don't see why not.