DON'T WORRY YOU GUYS! I'M ALIVE! This chapter has just been hell to write. I'm not even going to lie about that. I've hit giant walls at least four times trying to write this damn chapter. That and I have also been working on a colab for the book of mormon fandom that can be found on my tumblr.

But the biggest reason as to why this update is really late is because of the magical thing called College Apps. I went to my college audition this past weekend and while I was in California I was lucky enough to go to where it all began: Disneyland. That really helped me bang out this chapter.

I appologize for throwing a lot of shit at you in this chapter, but its my survival instinct. When I can't think of anything, I add conflict and not much resolution. My main reason for this is because I don't want to resolve things to quickly and have this story just stop at the end of the DVHS semester, because that would be no fun, so I'm just going to give you a shit ton to deal with.

And that's the truth.

ENJOY THIS CHAPTER OF CONFLICTS!

Frollo pounded on a few keys of the old upright piano in the music room. He scribbled a something down in his notebook before going back to the keyboard. It still didn't seem right. The words were there, he knew that. He was good with words. He was good with music. But whenever Frollo tried to put them together it just never worked out. He tried another chord progression before slamming down his hands on the keyboard, eliciting a harsh sound.

"Having some issues?" Frollo turned to see the source of the voice. Hook was standing in the doorway of the music room one hand was clutched around what looked to be blank staff paper.

"Just a few." Frollo said scribbling out the previous chord progression he had written down, "What are you doing here?"

"Well I was coming in here to write, but I see the piano is taken." Frollo stood up and slammed his notebook shut.

"It's all yours." He said storming out.

"What were you writing?" Hook asked. Frollo stopped before he could reach the door.

"Just something for the talent show in a few weeks."

"I didn't know you were entering that." Hook said taking a seat at the piano. He undid the cap on his fountain pen and reorganized the staff paper.

"If I can't get some music to go with this," Frollo gestured to his paper, "I won't."

"May I see your work?" Hook stretched out his hand. Frollo hesitantly handed over the notebook. Hook flipped to the page that Frollo had been working on and studied it, tapping out a rhythm on his thigh. He paused and put the notebook on the piano, "Would you mind singing a few bars of this?" He asked indicating the first verse.

"Why?"

"Well you're obviously inept when it comes to writing music. I thought I might be of some assistance. Provided that I can enter the talent show as your accompanist."

"Why would you do that?"

"I'm feeling generous." Frollo approached the piano. He knew what to sing. He had sung it a few times at home while trying to write the damn thing. After a few bars of him singing a cappella, Hook joined in on the piano. Frollo was surprised at how quickly the boy could pick up on chord progressions. He would stop the gothic boy every now and then to scribble something on his own staff paper before Frollo started singing again.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the period. Hook looked at his watch.

"The period is over already?" He asked half to himself and half to Frollo.

"I guess so." Hook nodded and handed the notebook back to Frollo.

"Your lyrics are very good." Hook said, "When did you write this?"

"About a month ago. Didn't touch on it again until last week though."

"Might I inquire as to whom it is about."

"It's about D-… you know what? It doesn't matter." Hook shrugged and got up from the piano bench

"Well then, I can get these notes down on paper and we can practice during free period."

"Where did you learn to play like that?" Frollo asked as Hook was exiting.

"Part of my primary education at Yardale." Hook said rather nonchalantly, "My parents wished for me to have a classical education and that meant taking instrumental lessons. After a few preliminary lessons the instructor informed my parents that I had an ear for music. Been taking lessons and writing my own work ever since." Hook smiled and nodded his head as he exited the room. Frollo walked out as well, running into Facilier.

"What were you guys doing in there?" the voodoo boy asked.

"Don't even worry about it." Frollo said tucking his notebook into his backpack. He pulled his bible out from another pocket and began reading it in the hall, "He was just helping me out with my submission for the talent show."

"You're not seriously thinking about entering that are you?" Facilier said with an eye roll.

"Yes, I am seriously thinking about entering that." Frollo said not looking up from his bible.

"Why do you insist on reading that thing every minute of every day?"

"It calms my nerves. Helps me think straight."

"So you need to read it every day?"

"Have you seen some of the kids in this school?"

"…Point taken." Facilier hand twitched a little. Frollo caught it from his peripheral vision.

"Are you alright?" he asked closing the bible. Facilier itched at the back of his neck.

"I'm fine. I gotta go grab something at my locker. I'll talk to you later alright?" He quickly hurried off down the hallway, leaving Frollo to stand and think about what had just happened. Facilier had been doing that a lot lately. Not the random conversation, that was normal, but the running off. Frollo tucked his bible away and followed Frollo down the hall. He knew he was going to be late for his next class, but that didn't really matter. Facilier was acting weird, and Frollo was going to find out why.

As soon as he rounded the corner he saw Facilier standing at his locker. The African boy took out a small orange pill bottle and popped two of something into his mouth. Frollo's eyes went wide. Facilier couldn't be… No he wouldn't… would he? Frollo turned back around the corner, straight into Gothel.

"Watch where you're going." She said harshly from the ground. She looked up to see just exactly who she had run into, "Oh, it's you." Gothel pushed herself up onto her feet and dusted off her jeans. Frollo didn't say anything to her. He merely pushed himself up and walked past her. Gothel stood there with a confused expression on her face.

"He's kinda hurt." Gothel whipped her head around to face Facilier who was casually leaning against the lockers.

"It's not my problem." Gothel said picking up her bag. The small pill bottle rolled out of a front pocket. Her eyes went wide as she tried to make a grab for it, but Facilier beat her to it. He read the label carefully.

"This stuff is gonna kill you if you're not careful." He said calmly. She snatched it back from him and tucked it back into her bag.

"Are you a physician now?" She asked harshly, "Or is this just another one of the pills you keep in your locker?" Facilier's eyes went wide.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Don't think that there aren't rumors going around. I heard you've been hanging out with Honest John and that dumb cat more. Pretty bad company to be around if you ask me."

"As if your company is much better."

"My company is respectable." Gothel pushed past her former friend.

"Bullshit." Facilier called after her, "the only reason that they're on top is because they're too scared to go against the grain." Gothel stood frozen in the hall, her back turned to the young man. He approached her, "What the hell happened to you? When I met you, I thought you were one of those people who was too good to stoop to their level."

"I'm not stooping."

"Then what do you call all of this?" he said motioning to her outfit.

"It's called fitting in."

"No, it's called stooping."

"Well unlike you, my friends accept me."

"Whoa! Whoa-o-o," Facilier said holding his hands up, "You think that those girls are your friends? They forced you to be something you're not—"

"They helped me come out of my shell."

"And they almost killed you!" He said, "Look at you! You can barely hold up that book bag without looking like you're going to faint. Is that what friends do? I mean, my god when you hung out with Frollo, Hades, and I you were happy. You had a shit ton more personality."

"People can change."

"No, people can get brain washed into being something they're not."

"And what about you?" Gothel scolded, "Grades falling, burning yourself for power, getting involved with the damn lao. And you say I'm changing? You excuse yourself from class to go pop pills or smoke out back! Yeah, I've seen you out the windows. And what's more, since Hades got together with Maleficent you two have been hanging out together less and less. Whatever happened to bros before hoes?" She asked snidely.

"Now hold the fuck up." Facilier said, "I'm still Hades' friend, and for once he's actually happy, it's not my place to—"

"And Frollo? He's so socially inept that he can hardly keep any other friends besides you losers."

"Excuse you! You left us, remember? You hurt all of us. And what's more important, Frollo, you broke his damn heart."

"…what?"

"You heard me. Are you so fucking blind in your new popularity that you can't tell that the kid fucking cares for you?"

"Shut up." Gothel said in a small voice.

"And that's way more than I can say about any of your 'friends'."

"Shut up."

"Or even your boyfriend for that matter."

"I said shut up."

"I thought boyfriends were supposed to care for their girlfriends. Or is he just using you for a quick fuck?" Gothel slapped Facilier. Hard. The voodoo boy put a hand up to his stinging face and looked at Gothel in shock.

"You know nothing about what's going on. I will do what I want. You do not have the right to tell me what to do. You do not have the right to make assumptions. Neither does Hades. And Frollo certainly has no right. If he liked me, he should have spoken up. I've outgrown all three of you." Gothel pushed paste the still stunned Facilier.

"And yet you seem all the more immature." Facilier called to her back. Gothel didn't stop walking. She stormed down the hall and walked right past Hades, keeping her head down, out of his gaze. Hades paused and watched her walk away; he saw Facilier at the end of the hall, leaning against a locker rubbing his sore face.

"Uh… what just happened?" Hades asked as he got closer to Facilier.

"Nothing." Facilier muttered, "She's just being a pretentious bitch."

"And this is news to you?" Hades joked. Facilier gave him a small smile.

"Not really, she slapped me though."

"What the hell did you do?"

"Tried to bring up how much she's changed. She didn't want to hear it. I just don't want her to end up in the hospital again."

"Any idea how that happened?" Hades asked with genuine concern. Though he didn't talk to Gothel any more, he still cared about her. And he knew he wasn't the only one. Facilier was stubborn, but he still cared. Hades wasn't 100% on how Frollo felt anymore. There had been some big blowout at the hospital that he wouldn't talk about, but he suspected that the boy still cared.

"A little bit." Facilier said, "I saw her with Phenterminate." Hades quirked an eyebrow.

"What the fuck is that?"

"A diet pill for obese toons."

"And you know this how?"

"I read about it somewhere." Hades crossed his arms.

"Where?"

"One of Odies… health… magazines…" Facilier lied.

"Your grandmother's blind."

"...fuck…" Facilier cursed under his breath.

"Where did you find out about this?"

"What?"

"How do you know about those pills?" Facilier tried to dodge past Hades, but the god stopped him, "Tell me."

"jhntldmbtit" Facilier mumbled under his breath.

"What?"

"John told me about it."

"John? As Honest John. Honest drug dealer high school dropout John? That John?" Hades said balking, "What the hell are you doing hanging around him?"

"He's actually a decent kid." Facilier retorted, "He gets me."

"Well he's gonna 'get' you arrested if you're not careful." Hades sighed and rested his back against a locker.

"He's never been arrested before."

"Yeah, before, he could get arrested though."

"But he hasn't. He's careful."
"He's still "Was it his idea?"

"What?"

"Was it his stupid idea to get involved with the loa?"

"So now you think it's a stupid idea?" Facilier said crossing his arms.

"To be perfectly honest, yes, it's a stupid idea. It's a moronic idea. It's a real fucking dumb idea because the second you screw up no one is going to be there to help you. Frollo can't wing his Bible around like some holy sword. I can't help you from my position. You're pretty much fucked."

"Well thanks for the loads of encouragement, buddy." Facilier said sarcastically as he began walking away, "You know, part of the reason I hang out with John, and Giddeon, and that crowd, is because they understand where I'm coming from. I'm not like you. I haven't had immense power served to me on a golden platter with a side of ambrosia. I've lived in a shitty part of town with a shitty way of life ever since my parents got killed alright. But you wouldn't understand that. You gods get everything you always want."

"Whoa there." Hades said pointing at Facilier, "You have never met my parents, have never lived my life, you can't talk about—"

"Hades! You're a god! You can't die, you have immense strength, and when you get out of this hell hole we call a school you have a job waiting for you. A future. You don't need to fight for power, you already have it. I don't have that luxury, so just fuck off man."

"I'm trying to help you!" Hades called after Facilier. Facilier stopped and walked straight back to Hades.

"Look, man, don't—don't try and help me. I can take care of myself. I've done it for my whole life. I know you're so high and mighty now thanks to your new popularity, and your girlfriend, and the fact that you've finally put Jafar in his place, but that doesn't mean you're everyone's goddamned savior." Facilier walked away. Hades sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Though he couldn't pick better company, villains were always a stubborn bunch. He just needed to give Facilier a little while to cool off. This wasn't like Gothel, he would come back. Right?

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Hades scanned the commons area at his break for Mal. She was sitting under one of the trees reading a book. Hades sighed and walked over. He sat down next to her.

"Can we talk?" Mal didn't say anything, "Come on Mal, you haven't spoken to me in three days." Still nothing, "I can't fix anything if I don't know what's wrong."

"You know damn well what's wrong, Hades." She said calmly. Hades could still pick up the bite in her voice. He groaned.

"Mal, how many times do I have to say I'm sorry?"

"I don't know. How many are you up to now?"

"Counting that last one? About thirty five."

"Then you have a long way to go."

"Oh for the love of—Mal if I could fix what I did, I would. But I can't. So there's no reason for you to be mad at me." The two of them just sat in silence for a while, "How is she, by the way?"

"Who?"

"Tremaine."

"She's fine."

"Do her parents know yet?"

"No. But I think she's going to have to tell them soon."

"And how is Gaston handling it?"

"You should know. You're on the football team with him now."

"Are you pissed about that too?"

"Am I pissed about what?"

"That I'm on the football team?" Maleficent slammed her book.

"Really Hades? I have one pregnant friend, one dumb ass jock baby daddy, and my family to worry about and you think I'm upset with you for joining the football team? Grow up." Hades just sat there in silence for a while. Maleficent opened her book back up.

"What's wrong with your family?" Hades said with genuine concern. Mal sighed.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." She grumbled.

"Tell me." Hades said. Maleficent kept her mouth shut, "Please tell me." He said.

"My father left." She said quietly, not looking up from her book. Hades looked at her with shock.

"What?"

"My. Father. Left us. He found out that my mother had enrolled me here and left. We haven't heard from him in a few weeks." She said with a shaky breath. Hades could see the tears glistening in the corner of her eyes. He grabbed her hand and held it tightly. She set the book down and look up at the sky, "You know sometimes I wonder why this kind of shit happens to me." She looked down again, letting one tear escape. Hades put his arm around her and held her close. Mal buried her face into his shoulder and cried.

"It'll be alright." He whispered to her, kissing the top of her head. She pushed him away roughly.

"No. I'm mad at you." She said wrapping her arms around her body.

"I don't care." Hades said pulling her back. She struggled against him.

"N—no—no, Hades. Come on. Stop it. Let me go."

"No."

"No. What you did to Bec was a complete breach of trust. Gaston—"

"I don't care about Rebecca, or Gaston, or anybody else right now. You need to tell me what happened and let me take care of you. Alright? I don't care if you're peeved at me right now, because I'm going to help you no matter what right now. Okay?"

"You're not listening to me again."

"I don't listen because I know whatever you want me to do will make you feel worse than anything I actually do. So shut up, come here, and tell me what happened." Hades wrapped his arms around Maleficent and pulled her close, "Now, what happened with your dad?"

"He thought I was going to Hero Academy, like my sisters. He thought I was just going to grow up and be normal, considering… well, what I look like. But he got a hold of my report card and flipped out. He said some… things to me and my mother, about my… lineage? And then he left."

"Wait… Your dad is pissed because of what you look like? You're beautiful."

"But I don't look like my sisters."

"Because you're… green?"

"Some complications, or potion, or I don't know what made my skin green. My dad always thought my mom was cheating on him and that's why I look so different. He always wanted a normal family, but I was the reason that he couldn't have one."

"That… that's horrible." Hades said rubbing her back, "So you're green, big whoop. It's a lovely shade of green. My skin is blue. Ursula is purple. And Frollo's fucking white a sheet. It's just skin. And if you want my professional opinion on your father, I'd say fuck him. Fuck. Him."

"Hades if you're trying to make a joke out of this—"

"I'm not. You deserve someone who's going to be there for you and take care of you. They're your parents they're supposed to love you unconditionally. My parents are… not the greatest in the cosmos. Heck, I think I know you better than I know them. And I've had to deal with them for a few millennia." Mal giggled a little bit and wiped a tear from her eye, "The point is, no matter what happens. Your parents do love you. I promise you that they do. It may not seem like it at times, but they do. They can come across as selfish, crude, favorite choosing assholes, but they're your parents and they only want what's best for you. And if they don't, then fuck 'em." Hades placed a kiss on the top of her head and gave her a hug.

"Thank you." She said in an uncharacteristically quiet voice. She looked up at him and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"So do you forgive me?"

"Nope." She said pushing him away as she picked up her book again. She hid her nose in it to try and contain her smile.

"Bullshit." He said pulling her back into a quick kiss.

"Fine fine. Yes, I forgive you."

"Good."

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"You came over here looking more pissed than sincere. Did something happen?"

"Ehhh, don't worry about it. It's nothing."

"My ass nothing."

"Facilier's being… irritating, that's all."

"What do you mean?"

"I can't tell you."

"Tell me." She said in a warning tone.

"He's just getting involved with some… unsavory people shall we say." Mal giggled a bit, "What's so funny?"

"Did you honestly just use the term 'unsavory people'?"

"Well I'm sorry; I thought you liked guys with a large vocabulary."

"Unsavory should be a part of every man's vocabulary, considering most of them are unsavory. You're just usually a lot blunter."

"Well what the hell was I supposed to say? 'Facilier's being an asswipe and hanging around more asswipes and becoming even more of a douche canoe ass hat?' nah, that's not classy enough."

"Since when have you ever been classy?" Maleficent teased.

"… I'm offended by that." Hades said dryly before he smiled at Mal, "You feeling better by taking pleasure in my misfortunes?"

"Yes."

"Good." Hades gave her a quick kiss, "You will make a fine villain one day."

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Gothel casually flipped through one of her text books in the library. She tried to make sense of all the words on the page, but at this point all the letters began running together to create scribbles that didn't even look like words anymore. She slammed the book shut and rested her head on it.

Gothel's head had been throbbing all day due to the fact that she had skipped breakfast again. It wasn't that she didn't want to eat. She did. But she was too scared of what it might do to her figure. Even the thought of eating a piece of fruit sounded repulsive.

She raised her head slowly so that it wouldn't spin and opened the book again. As she was skimming the page she heard someone come up behind her quietly.

"What are you reading?" Clayton asked pulling up a chair next to Gothel.

"Ugh, I don't even know at this point."

"What a shame for the teacher." Clayton took Gothel's chin and turned her face towards his, placing a kiss on her lips. Gothel smiled into the kiss and rested her arms on Clayton's shoulders. She pulled away and sighed, "You seem bored, love." Clayton said resting one of his hands on her leg.

"Not bored, per say, just agitated with this reading."

"Which means you're bored."

"Well… yeah." Gothel said sitting back in her chair, "Can I ask you something?"

"But of course, darling."

"Why didn't you come to see me when I was in the hospital?" Clayton removed his hand from Gothel's leg and sat back in his chair.

"Well I would if could darling. But you know I live on the complete opposite side of town. And what with all of the school work and football practice I simply couldn't. If God had granted me the power to be at your bedside in your time of need you know I would have leapt at the chance, you know that." He tried to take Gothel's hand but she wretched it away.

"Frollo said that when I passed out in the hall you didn't even try to help me." Clayton scoffed.

"Well that is by far the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard." He said crossing his arms across his chest, "I tried to help you, dear. I really did. But that freak of a goth kid wouldn't let me. He made sure that I couldn't get near you, what with all the teachers and medical officials helping. I tried to ride with you in the ambulance, but before I could get there he had already told them that he was going to be the one riding with you. Even though you two aren't friends, he tried to make himself look like the hero. From what I hear, he slipped that fainting potion the magic students have been learning about into your water bottle during second period. You can blame him for all that's happened to you."

Gothel couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"But… Frollo's never lied to me before."

"But there is a first time for everything love." Clayton leaned over and kissed her again, "He's simply jealous of all that you have right now. The popularity, the friends, the grades, the attention. Can't say that I particularly blame him thought, you are quite wonderful." Gothel smiled as Clayton kissed her again.

"I have to get this done." Gothel said pulling away from the kiss.

"But it's so boring." Clayton said kissing her neck lightly, "Besides, I know something a lot more fun that we can do."

"Cl-Clayton," Gothel protested. Clayton rubbed her leg as he continued kissing Gothel's neck, ignoring her protests, "Clayton, not here."

"Then come on, I know somewhere we can go." He took her hand in his and gave her his most dashing smile. She smiled back.

"Fine." She said, getting up to follow him. He led her to a study room on the second floor and pulled her in, shutting the door behind them. Clayton clicked the lock on the door shut. Gothel didn't seem to hear it. He casually walked over to the windows that opened up to the rest of the library and pulled them down. Gothel stood frozen by the door.

"Now then," Clayton said as he finished pulling the shades down, "Where were we?" He walked back over to Gothel and backed her up into the door. He place his hands on either side of her head and kissed her roughly. Gothel put her arms around Clayton's shoulders and kissed him back.

She had never really ever been this… passionate with someone. At times it seemed a little uncomfortable, but it made Clayton happy, and that meant she was happy. Right?

Clayton ran his tongue across Gothel's lip. She obliged by opening her mouth and moaned into the kiss a little bit. Clayton grabbed her waist and pulled her close, resting his other hand against the back of her neck. Gothel shifted slightly under his touch. Claytons hand began drifting downward when Gothel pulled away from the kiss.

"No," She said pulling his hand back up to her waist. Clayton just began kissing her neck, ignoring her pleas as his other hand drifter to her waist, toying with edge of her jeans. Gothel took his hand and placed it back on her hip. Clayton's hands began to drift up under her shirt, "Clayton, I said no."

"Oh come on, Gothel," He said kissing her again, "I'm not asking for much, just a little fun. Where's the harm in that?"

"Clayton we're at school."

"So?" Clayton went back to kissing her neck, letting his hands roam. Gothel treid pushing him back, but he was too strong.

"Clayton, stop it. I said no!" She mumbled. Clayton moved back to her mouth and kissed her forcefully.

"Ow!" He said pulling back. Clayton put a hand to his lip. When he pulled it back he could see the dash of crimson blood against his fingertips, "You fucking bit me." He said putting his hand back to his lip.

"I…" Gothel stammered. She didn't know what to say, "I… I have to go." She turned around and unlocked the door, bolting out of the room as fast as she could.

She ran into the bathroom in the library and looked in the mirror. Her hair was a mess from being pressed up against the door. Her shirt was out of place. Her makeup was smeared.

"Fuck." She cursed as she grabbed a few paper towels and started to fix herself up. The more she thought about what happened—what had almost happened—the more scared she got. Gothel wet a paper towel and began dabbing at her eye make-up to fix it. She hoped to god that the water droplets that began streaming down her face were just water and not tears.

#realtalk I think Clayton dialogue bothers me more than Gaston dialogue bothers me.

Really. He's a creepster

But he's so classy, so I kinda have to love him.

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