"You did what?"

"I asked her out."

"I heard you, I was saying what because you're an idiot," I told my friend Eric. He had just told me he'd asked out his crush, Ariel.

"Philip, I felt impulsed at the moment."

"Eric, you don't understand the ladies," I told him, while swinging my arm over his shoulder. We walked down the hall. "You need to warm up to them."

"I thought I did, last year. I thought we were becoming pretty good friends."

"Last year, a whole summer of not seeing you. You've got to warm up to her again."

"Dang, I'm such an idiot!" Eric said while slapping his forehead.

"No, you're not. You've still got time to warm up to her. She said she'd give you an answer later, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, you just have to warm up to her within a week's time."

"Okay, yeah, I can do that."

"Yes, you can because you are Eric Christian."

"I am Eric Christian!" Eric said, getting pumped up.

"Now, go talk to that girl!"

"I will go talk to that girl!"

"Go!"

He ran away to go find her at lunch. I began laughing. "That kid." I then went into the cafeteria. It was loud, like usual, and the lines to get the food were long. Our school colors, red and black, were decorated all throughout the lunchroom. From the tiles to the walls, everything was those colors.

I found my friends' table and strolled over. There was all the athletes; Henry, Gaston - who was an annoying fellow, but we tolerated him -, Taylor, and Ferdinand. Eric usually sat with us, but he must have gone to find Ariel.

Henry had fiery orange hair and usually wore something orange to match. I'm a guy, but I have more fashion sense than that. He was an okay guy, me and him weren't really close. He was nice, but not much else to him besides he's on the wrestling team.

Gaston thought highly of himself. He had a ponytail tied on the back of his head. He wore a red shirt with yellow underneath that and black pants. His outfit was quiet silly looking. Gaston's nobody's favorite guy, except for these three girls. They admired him like he was some Greek god sent from Olympus.

Taylor had darker skin and dreadlocks. He wore more earthy tones like green and brown. Tarzan didn't talk much, just grunts. I wasn't sure what to think of him.

Ferdinand was a pretty cool guy. He had on a blue flannel shirt with red stripes and a pair of light jeans. Aside from Eric, I talked to him the most.

"Hey, Gaston, getting fashion tips from Sophia again?" I joked while sitting down next to Ferdinand. Gaston rolled his eyes.

"I can totally work this outfit," he said.

"At least that looks good on Sophia," Ferdinand defended her. He never actually went out and said it, but I sensed he had a slight crush on her.

I looked around the cafeteria in search for Eric. I spotted him at Ariel's usual lunch spot. He was waving his hands frantically and it appeared he was trying to be funny. Ariel was blushing, but laughing at, what I can presume are some pretty horrendous, Eric's jokes.

"Hey, Ferdinand, look at Eric," I elbowed him. Ferdinand looked over in that direction and chuckled a little.

"That guy," Ferdinand laughed. "Is he trying to get a date with her?"

"Yup," I told him.

"Looks like he's doing a good job."

"Oh, yeah."

"Hey, dude, you gonna get any lunch?"

"Yeah, waiting for the lines to get shorter."

"Same."

"Well, I'm not too scared of a little line!" Gaston said like it was some triumph. I heard three sighs from behind Ferdinand and me. We turned around and saw the three Gaston stalkers.

Gaston stomped all the way to the line, where everyone had disturbed looks on their faces.

"Hello, Belle," Gaston said to the chick in front of him.

"Uh, Gaston, I've told you time and time again, I will not date you," she told him.

"You know you want to," he tried to flirt with her. She made a disgusted sound and turned away from him. Just then, the three stalkers stood behind him.

"Gaston!" the one in the green dress exclaimed.

"You don't need her!" the yellow continued.

"You have us!" the red one said and they linked together with their arms.

"Gosh, it disturbs me Gaston, you getting turned down," said another stalker type thing of Gaston, LeFou. He was a short, portly fellow who was usually found following right behind Gaston in between classes.

"Why doesn't Gaston just sit with his pose?" I asked turning to Ferdinand.

"I know right, they swoon all over him, he'd love it."

"Oh, well."

"We have to deal with him."

I walked into my next class after lunch. There were only four more periods of the day left. I had French with Mr. Frollo next.

I sat down in the middle, because teachers hate kids who sit in the back, but if I sat in the front, I'd get called on all the time. The middle was my best bet.

"Hey, Philip," Aurora greeted me as she sat down. "Thanks for the ride this morning."

"Oh, no problem," I said, trying to be cool. I had a little crush on her, that's why I had offered her a ride. "I do that all the time."

"Oh," Aurora said. I could tell she was a little hurt. Did she like me back? That's why she was hurt?

"But I'd rather drive you to school," I said trying to fix my mistake.

"So, summer was fun, huh?" Aurora asked obviously trying to change the subject. I was a bit relieved.

"Yeah, hanging out with you was fun."

"Don't you feel like our parents are forcing us to be together?" she asked. I thought about it, that was true. They made us do stuff together a lot.

"That's true. It could be because they're all such great friends."

"Yeah, I noticed that we always spend time together with out parents, so I was wondering if you wanted to have alone. Together. Just a thought."

I was stunned for a moment. Was she asking me out? I know it was the first day of school and we had spent a whole summer together, so it wasn't a summer break from each other, like I had told Eric.

"Yeah, how's Saturday?" I said trying to be cool again.

"Sure!" Aurora said relieved. Her shoulders relaxed and she sighed.

"I'll see you Saturday."