A/N: Hey guys, sorry it's been so long since I last updated this story, had a crazy busy week but I'm back now and ready to bring you chapter 13 of Will You Ever Be Mine, so the cat's out of the bag now, LeFou told Gaston who he really was and Gaston seems to hate him, what is going to happen now? Let's find out.

Chapter 13 - I'm Alone

I awoke the next morning with the sound of my alarm, blaring some crap remix song at me and for a second I was ready to jump out of bed and continue on with my day when thoughts of the previous day began to invade my subconscious again.

"Gaston... I'm LayMe2Sleep, you know with the to as the number two instead of the grammatically correct version of it."

I looked up a couple of minutes later, staring at Gaston who's face was as pale white as a ghost and one of his hands were tightened into a fist on the table beside him.

"You... Your... You..."

"You lied to me"

"...Your just as bad as the other fakers, you befriend me and I let my guard down and tell you things I don't share with everyone, just people I trust and then you pull the rug out from under me and fuck me over. No, you know what LeFou or Lay or whatever the hell your name is, you're worse because I started falling in love with you. How dumb of me."

...my father had his head stuck in his paper whilst my mother was watching the television, neither of them had even looked around at me. Bloody brilliant.

"Oh hello there. I just got home and I'm early. Aren't you going to ask why?"

"LeFou, I didn't hear you come in. Have a good day with your girlfriend?"

"Okay listen here mother. My name is Lay! And Belle is not my girlfriend, I am gay you stupid bitch!"

"LeFou please keep it down. I am trying to read the paper..."

I growled deep down in my throat and stormed towards him instead, grabbing the paper out of his hands, shutting it over and ripping it right down the middle and into much smaller parts before throwing the confetti like bits straight into his face.

"There's your paper father."

I groaned and pulled my covers back over my head, trying to drown out all the bad memories and my slight outburst yesterday towards my parents, I wasn't sure where it had come from, my mother had just opened her mouth and I had immediately seen red, I had had to act and then my father with his paper had been the final straw, if he ever cared about anything apart from that damn paper then maybe my mother wouldn't be as annoyingly on my case as she always was.

Maybe I might have someone to talk to about all of this crap.

About half an hour later, I was sitting in the kitchen, across the table from my father who somehow once again had his head stuck in the paper whilst my mother bustled around the room, plating breakfast items up and making coffee all at the same time, they were acting like nothing had happened.

Had I just dreamed it? No I was pretty sure I could remember myself shouting and ripping plus I still had a little bit of ink from the paper on my hands still that hadn't yet washed off.

My mother placed my full plate in-front of me, sausages, egg, bacon, tomato and mushrooms but I felt sick to my stomach and with every moment I stared at my plate, it felt like they were all watching me and sending me condescending looks, like they too knew what I had done but wouldn't say anything about it.

"I'm not hungry, I'll just grab something on my way to school" I pushed the plate away from me, standing up and pulling my bag over my shoulder, not really wanting to make any efforts in heading towards school but knowing I couldn't sit anymore.

I didn't receive any reply, not that I had really expected any but it still kind of hurt as I walked away out of the kitchen and into the living room, grabbing at both my house and car keys on my way out before I got outside and walked down the main stairs of my house, heading straight for my car.

I unlocked the blasted thing, having to actually put my keys into the lock and turn it before hearing the click, opening the squeaky door and carefully getting inside, throwing my bag down onto the passenger seat beside me and placing my hands onto the sterling wheel.

It was only then that I noticed that I was shaking, my hands the worst even as they clenched onto the sterling wheel they shook and I could feel a build up of tears burning away at the back of my eyes.

Running a shaky hand through my hair, I blinked a few times trying my hardest to will away the tears whilst inside my mind I was telling myself that it was all going to be okay, I got up the courage to put my keys into the ignition, turning it softly and hearing the purr as the engine started up.

I put the car into reverse carefully backing out of my driveway before switching back to drive and watching the road ahead as I started my drive towards hell.

Upon arriving at school, I quickly parked in one of the closest parking spots to the doors, seeing that only a few other cars were already here as it was still rather early - it was currently only quarter past eight - and we didn't start nine.

Braking and switching the engine off, I sat idly in my car for a few minutes, trying to keep my breathing even as I thought about the best way to make sure I got through with this day and didn't break down in the middle of hallway into a million sobs, looking like a real loner, that would be just like the thing, the school freak with no friends breaking down and having no-one stand up for him or even help him out.

Eventually after a good five of ten minutes, I grabbed my bag, getting out of the car and locking the door behind me before I swung my bag over my shoulder, immediately feeling my fingers come up to fidget with the strap as I ascended the steps, passing by a group of girls all giggling together and pointing at pictures on an I-Pad, all looking very happy and content.

I finally got inside the school after what felt like hours but had only been a few minutes and immediately started heading for my locker, keeping my head down and refusing to look anyone in the face for fear mostly that one of those faces might be Gaston.

I got to my locker within record time and spun the combination in before opening it and resting my shoulder on the open door, looking inside at all my books I hadn't needed yesterday still pilled up neatly, my now empty bottle of water sitting atop them and my old jacket that was just too small for me hanging on one of the hooks.

Turning my head the other way, I caught myself staring fondly at a picture of me and Belle that had been taken in Freshmen year on our first day of school, we had been so close back then, she was dressed down in a simple t-shirt and jeans, her arm around my shoulder whilst I wore a pair of black jeans and a tan t-shirt with a picture of a raccoon on it and I had my arm wrapped around her waist. We had both been laughing at the camera, something her mum had said that was just too funny but I couldn't remember what that was now.

Shaking my head, I opened my bag, cursing when two seconds after I realised my bag was upside down and all the contents came flying out, slapping down onto the hard marble floor one after the other first my heavy text books then my calculator and notepads.

Muttering softly to myself, I bent down, grabbing up my books and calculator again, stuffing the whole lot harshly into my locker before remembering what classes I had first and I had pull the books back out, sorting through them and shoving the unwanted ones back into my locker, putting my English and Maths textbooks into my bag and shutting my locker over, finally turning around as I started to close my bag.

Only then did I look up and I wish I hadn't. For standing rather far away but still close enough away that he could have been looking at me or or some sign on a wall behind me was Gaston.

And he looked, well he looked kind of how I felt, his hair was pulled back into it's usual ponytail but it seemed like it was with less of the confidence he used to use on it, there was a lot of stubble adoring his face, almost like he had just rolled out of bed and hadn't been bothered to make himself look presentable.

The only thing that looked kind of put together was his outfit, he was wearing blue jeans pulled low on his hips with a pair of black Calvin Klein poking up slowly, I could make out a little bit of the label under his white t-shirt that hugged him snugly in all the right places.

I looked away from Gaston, wondering what he was staring at as I pretended to fix a few of the items in my bag and when I looked up again, he had his back to me and was looking through his locker.

Laurette, the waitress from our dinner the other night and also unfortunately one of my schoolmates walked past Gaston that second, running a hand over his waist, Gaston two seconds later turning around, noticing me again and before I could even move he had grabbed a hold of Laurette by the hand and pulled her back to him, pulling them close and kissing her.

I stood there, frozen in both fear and time, wondering just what was going on.

It was like my worst nightmare was currently playing out in-front of me and I was having to stand there, rooted to the spot and wondering what I had done to deserve this.

Then I remembered this wasn't a nightmare, this was really happening and I was watching it now as Laurette threw her arms around Gaston's neck, Gaston's coming around to land on her waist as they continued to kiss.

Feeling the tears building up at the back of my eyes again, I turned on the spot, pushing past the gathered crowd, keeping my head lowered and running towards the one place that I knew was always safe at this time of morning.

Five minutes later, I was standing safely inside the men's toilets, locked in one of the cubicles and sitting on the cold and dirty floor - but I didn't care - my knees pulled up to my chest as I hid my head in between them and cried, hating how Gaston could make me feel so special one second and the second he was acting like I didn't exist anymore and all because he knew who I really was.

Sobbing harder, I softly punched the ground beneath me, hearing the door of the men's room open again.

I pulled my head up, slowly taking my hands away from my knees and listening as a pair of feet entered the room, padding over to the sink and standing there for a few seconds, I heard the water running and some muttering.

It was only two seconds that I recognised the voice and started to make out what they were saying.

It was Adam and he was muttering about how someone had a strong face and he hoped that his fist didn't bruise.

Softly and carefully I stood up, making sure to stay on my feet for a few minutes before I carefully unlocked the door, pulling the latch along and opening the door, walking out to where Adam stood, looking down at his hands that he was still running under the water and closing his eyes as water splashed onto some red bits that I could see were already beginning to bruise.

"Adam" I breathed out, the other man jumping slightly and he pulled his hand away from under the water but it was too late, the damage was already done and I had seen everything.

"I'm so sorry. You were right. Both you and Belle were. Can you forgive an idiot?"

I stood there for a few seconds watching how Adam's eyebrows actually rose slightly, his surprise evident on his face but a second look at my face seemed to tell him everything and he simply nodded and smiled.

I couldn't help it.

I smiled back.

A/N: End of Chapter 13 and LeFou and Adam are good again, yay but Adam always was the easier egg to crack between himself and Belle, next chapter we will see the return of Belle and LeFou telling her that she was right, will she take it as Adam did or will she be harder to convince? Find out next time guys.

Until next time,

HeyAssbutt21.