Weeks later. Morning great as come. Belle finally returns to school with Emma beside, Belle staring out the window bus as Emma looks into the compact mirror.
She put on lipstick. "Girl you made it. Out of the dead". Emma keeps the compact mirror back inside her bag, she stares up.
"So, it's weird, am I right? don't do that again Belle. We all worried sick about you, if he invited you to ride with him to school just listen to him. For the sake of your life don't be so stubborn and I know you hate him. What can you say, he's your next neighbor".
Chuckle. "You can't run away from him. Ever".
"I can run away from him Emma. I can run away whenever I like. I'm young and strong".
The bus then stops right in front of the school building. Belle and Emma climb out from the bus, they walk through the students. "Belle you alive!"
"Welcome back Belle".
Emma wrapped her arm on Belle's shoulder, she said. "See, everyone cares about you Belle. For the sake of my life please. Okay I don't want to force you but text me so I can be there for you".
Belle totally forgets about that incident and Emma brings this up. "What's up guys?"
"There is a rumor". said the group. "Is it true Mr. Gibson found you at the girl toilet? he even carried you in his arms". giggling. "Oh Belle, you should tell us more about what it is like to be carried by the most beautiful man like Mr. Gibson".
Belle jaw drop. "Seriously? I almost died and all of you care about how I felt Mr. Gibson carried me back home, this is ridiculous. You should ask me how I am doing?"
"Sorry Belle. Just we were so excited to hear that all". said one of the girls. "Even the boys want to hear it. Am I right Mark?"
"I'm gay of course I want to know how that feel when Mr. Gibson touch you. I was hoping he would touch me too. What is Belle.. tell me". he said excitedly. "Bitch you know Mr. Gibson is the most gorgeous man on earth okay so the rumor has it. You know Makeela? she was in your class, let's say she is trying to get you".
Belle and Emma face each other. "To get you because you stole her man Mr. Gibson".
"I didn't steal from someone, especially not Me. Gibson! Mark? this is outrageous and scandal".
"Yeah right girl. She explodes when she finds out Mr. Gibson pays all your sick bills and visits you like everyday at your room".
Mark purred his lips, Belle shook her head unbelievable. "Girl you better be careful with Makeela alright. That bitch won't stop until you give up".
"I just returned to school and this is how I got there. A f*cking threat from the bitch!" said Belle, Mark nodded his head. "I'm ready for that Mark I ain't afraid".
Mark kissed Belle on the cheek, said. "I know a girl. Good luck then kiss kiss". Belle and Emma enter the building to the locker hall.
"I cannot believe what I heard today. I've been threatening!".
"Oh Belle. We all know Makeela is always like that, she always gets jealous of you since we set foot in this school. Not just you, she is jealous like everyone else. Oh come on Belle, if that bitch wants to get you through me first. We're sisters, that is what sisters do".
Belle's smile unlocked her locker, as she opened the locker door someone pushed the door back to lock. Belle looks on her right and there she is Makeela. A bitch who tried to fight her.
"What do you want bitch!?"
"You're the whore Belle! so you know why I'm here (snickering) I want to kill you bitch!"
"Whatever!" Belle slammed the door right in front of Makeela's face, of course on purpose. "Oops! sorry. Did I break your face?"
Belle and Emma look down where Makeela laid on the floor, grunting and her nose is bleeding.
Emma cheered. "That is a girl so you know who is bitch now. Come on Makeela this is so stupid to fight for. Belle never intends to get him, she doesn't know whether he's the one who had found her and brought her back home. Because if he did, Belle and Mr. Gibson are neighbors next door. Which means.. you are the problem".
"Mrs Wood could call her parents not to carry her like a new bride!"
"She did. Belle's parents trust him. Go clean your nose". Emma turned and bumped into Gibson. His eyes down to Emma. "Mr. Gibson?" Everyone's eyes are now on Gibson, including Belle. "Is not what you think".
Gibson nodded, he spoke. "I heard everything (eyes to Makeela) Miss Grey? I ask you to see Mrs Wood now, you're ruining the floor with your blood". Makeela rises up in anger.
"Wasn't my fault I got a bleeding nose! It was Belle who did this to me". Gibson eyes turn to Belle, she glares at him ignoring the scene, busy herself inside the locker. Gathering the book in her arm, she shut the door then walked. "See? what a bitch she is!"
"Language Miss Grey". Gibson had enough when Makeela called his Belle bitch. "If I ever hear someone call Miss Decker bitch.. they soon will know the consequences for cursing someone".
Gibson eyes them. "The bell rings. What are you guys waiting for on the red carpet!?"
Quickly they all ran through their class. Then Gibson turned his feet and walked, leaving Emma and Makeela behind. He really doesn't care about these girls, all he cares about is Belle.
"And he didn't say anything". muttered Emma as she watched Gibson back disappearing around the corner. She looked at Makeela. "He ain't interested in you girl, see? not even Belle".
Emma shook her head, unlocked her door locker, grabbed the book then she walked to the class.
"Oh no!"
Belle breathes as Gibson enters the class. She slapped her forehead, blaming herself for not checking her timetable before entering the class. How stupid she was.
And now she had to face him. She entered the class at the wrong time and in the wrong place. She shouldn't be in his class today nor ever again. She shouldn't, after all this happened she shouldn't.
"Take a seat people". Gibson drops his bag on a chair, his eyes to belle. "I would like to say welcome back to Miss Decker that she will return to school in good health".
The classroom eyes stare at Belle, she blushed. Rumor has it, everyone knows that Gibson carried her in his arms. Wish she wasn't born.
For God sake help her.
"The class is missing you dearly. Surely you notice that rain doesn't make you stronger than you thought Miss Belle".
Smirking , he mocked Belle. "Now, we should continue our chapter that Miss Decker had missed her lesson".
Belle growls silently. The class looked over her then back to Gibson as he continued.
"Well (leaned his side of the desk) as you know I had great news to say. I've been thinking of bringing all of you for a school trip to the lakes. I do my research and of course you know this place".
"Hanging lake park". said one of the students.
"Oh you're good Miss Niles. Yes. Hanging lake park, for our fun and learning".
Students growl. "Why can't we have more fun than learning something we didn't want to".
"Oh Mr. Juan. I know you guys are upset but this is school rules. If I want to bring my students outside the school there must be a teaching lesson and out of danger".
Belle bit her bottom lips. What Gibson said was right, school still had its own rules.
"I know most of you hate to mix your fun and learning. So, be prepared and bring extra clothes. I have my approval from the principal and I will print out a permission form for your parents to sign it. You will collect the form after this in my office. Bring whatever you want, food, guitar, anything".
Gibson smiled. And begin his lesson.
Later in the evening. The students get to line up in Gibson office for the permission form to be filled by the parents.
He didn't notice Belle wasn't there with the others in line. Till the last student took the form and he got a piece form in his hand.
He knew it.
He knew this form was supposed for Belle and she didn't take it. Not even in the line he sees her.
Gibson sighs hard, leaning back on his chair for a while. As the minutes passed, he gathered his things then left the teacher's office.
He was looking for her outside the building and nothing to be seen, nor her figures.
Belle is probably heading her way back home by the bus. These creatures named Belle he knows are stubborn.
Truth. About what Belle's mom had said about her own daughter. Stubborn. Yes she is. Stubborn.
Gibson sighs hard again, walking to his car. Starting the engine he drove back home hoping he would see Belle walking around the neighborhood.
Moments later. Gibson parks his car as he eyeing Decker's house. No sight of Belle around the house, not in her bedroom either.
Where is she anyway? He didn't see her walk around the neighborhood, where could she have been at this time.
"I'm gonna get you Belle! try to play a trick huh. We'll see about that girl".
He then walked to Decker's house with permission form in his hand. He knocked on the door.
"Coming!"
He smirked as he heard Belle's voice behind this door, so you're home eh?
"Well hello again Miss Belle".
"What do you want!?"
"Tsk tsk tsk Miss Belle. Was that rude when you raise your voice at your teacher".
He said at the same time the door slammed shut right in front of his face. He could feel the wind on his face as the door closed. How rude, that is very rude.
He knocked on the door again. This time, Belle's mom opens the door for him. "Mr. Gibson?"
"Mrs Decker. I'm sorry that I cannot say your first name. Urmm well I'm here for the form that parents should sign. A permission form that I would like to take my students to the lake trip".
Gibson hands the form to her as Belle takes a peep between the pole stairs. She hears the conversation.
"Belle forgot to take this form in my office so I had to take this form to you by myself".
"Oh Belle. She was clumsy. Thank you Mr. Gibson. I will read it first and I will decide if she will go or not".
Yes!
"I understand you were worried about Belle's health. My fault I didn't think about it but if you let her go I promise you that I will put my life on hers. I will do anything to keep her safe".
Belle's mom nods, she looks into the form. "In that case I will think about it Mr. Gibson. And thank you for bringing this form".
"Pleasure. I just don't want Belle to miss everything that other students have learned. I don't want her left behind". smile. "Have a nice day".
He then walked back to his house. Belle's mom shut the door while her eyes were staring at the form. "Why can't it be William Shakespeare".
Night. Belle's mom handed the form to her husband, he took it and read. "He suggests Belle is going".
"Does he know we just got our daughter back to life and now this!? what was he thinking". Belle's dad folded the form, hand back to his wife. "I will not allow it".
Yes!
"Oh Roger. It was his suggestion. We take into consideration whether Belle is going or not. And for me Belle must too. Honey, Belle is already missing classes because she is sick. Well wasn't her fault either wasn't his fault. What do you think Roger?"
Belle was hearing her parents from the stairs. She agrees with her dad but not so much with her mom. Belle's mom always takes Gibson's sight more than hers, but not her dad. Belle will always be her daddy's girl no matter what.
"How convincing. My dear Marianne. Have you lost your mind already (push the glasses to crooked nose) just because of what the man is saying you agree with? I don't trust that man, even he's our daughter's English teacher, haven't you noticed the way he looks at her?"
Belle's mom shook his head, he spoke back. "Desire Marianne. A desire that man wants from our daughter".
Yeah dad. You were right in everything you say.
"Roger!? it wasn't me who lost mind it was you. How possible Gibson will do to our daughter. He looks after his students.
"My final decision is no Marianne. I don't want to fight anymore. I don't want to because of that man we are fighting. Okay? How about you make me a coffee? it's cold here".
Belle's mom pushed the chair, she said. "Make your own coffee Roger! I'll sign this form and Belle is going on that trip". Belle gasps and watches her mom walking upstairs, she quickly runs inside the room. "I cannot believe this!"
Behind the door Belle saw her mom slammed the door shut. She hurried her feet downstairs where her dad was. She smiled. "I just heard". he looked up at Belle. "What you did was cool dad". She took a seat beside him. "So you notice huh".
"Of course Belle. Since we first met that guy, something has been wrong with him. I see his eyes as he looks at you. An obsession. I don't want my daughter get hurt because of him and I want you to stay away from him. So you hear your mom will sign that form that I couldn't stop her".
"It's okay dad. I don't want you and mom to have a fight because of this. I'll go. Don't worry about my health dad I'll be fine". Belle hugs her dad, he embraces her with a kiss. "I love you dad. My heroes".