"…So it's yellow and has these ruffles all down the skirt and it's the softest material ever! It's my dream dress!" Belle explains to Aurora in registration the next day.

"I got a great dress too," Cinderella explains. "Pink and white, with ribbons,"

"Sounds good,"

"Did you and your old friend catch up?"

"Yeah… I decided to invite him to my party so you can meet him, I guess."

"He's a he?" I smirk. "Do tell…"

"Well, he's amazing. I know that I can be a bit… out of control, sometimes,"

"That's one way to put it." Cinderella laughs.

"I don't know… I just know that when I'm around him it's like I know him. We could have just met and I already know him, and he knows me." Aurora smiles dreamily.

"Sounds like someone is in love…"

"Oh whatever," She laughs as we turn to face the teacher that has entered the room.

I have to leave history to go to the toilet. On my way back up I look down a corridor and see the one and only Stephen walking on the corridor towards me. "Cutting lessons are we?" He laughs.

"Oh man, I've blown my cover!" I joke back.

"I'll walk you to your class," And we set off down the corridors to history. "So I heard that you found an amazing prom dress?"

"It' beautiful, but I can't believe that it's only two weeks away," I smile.

"One week after Aurora's… You're still going right? I haven't scared you away?"

"Nothing could scare me away from a party!" I laugh. It's so weird… normally when a girl likes a guy she might get shy or too scared to talk to him but it's like the opposite with Stephen. I feel completely natural around him.

"That's the spirit to have," He laughed.

We get to the history lesson sooner than I would have liked. I didn't want to have to go and sit back in the dull classroom and listen to the history lesson because it boring! Talking to Stephen wasn't, and I didn't want to have to go back in but I had to, and Stephen had to go to his lesson.

The school was full of buzz because there wasn't long left until the end of the school year; two weeks and two days until we break up, to be precise. That Friday was also the Friday of the Prom. The last time in the whole school year until we'd all see each other again. I'd thought up a plan to try to get Stephen to go to the prom with me, and then I'd be able to go out with him maybe… But with only two weeks and time moving forwards at the speed it is, I'll run out of time! I'd have to act soon if it was going to happen, but what could I do?

If only there was a way, or more time!

"Well, I guess I'll see you around," He smiled.

"Okay," I said, unsure of what to do. He started walking off but something in my head was crying for him to stay. I didn't though. I turned around and went to lesson.

For the rest of history, I didn't focus on the work. Instead, I thought about him, and I continued this throughout the rest of the day. In every lesson my thoughts were about Stephen. I thought about his nice blonde hair that always looked amazingly soft, and his blue eyes that when they looked at me it felt as though time stopped moving and the most important; I thought about the two of us at the prom, with me in my red dress, him in a suit, the two of us on the dance floor with everyone watching us in jealousy.

It wasn't until the last lesson, even after lunch with Cinderella and Belle (Belle only for a little while as well until she went to find Adam) that Cinderella asked me what was up.

"Nothing," I lied.

"Uh oh, someone's in love!"

"What? How can you tell?" Cinderella laughed.

"I used to get the same look when I thought about Adam. His smile, his eyes, just… him," She explains, and she's right. She's pretty much summed up how I feel. "But you have to snap out of it, Brie."

"I can't help it! I don't know what to do with myself anymore," I sigh, rest head in the palm of my hand.

Belle pushed her glasses further up on her nose, looking like a professional psychologist. "Your problem, Brie, is that you are always thinking about him. You need to find something to busy yourself with until he comes around, which he will do. And I have the perfect thought."

After school I find myself stood with Belle and Cinderella leading me towards Duke's Café. "I'm not hungry," I moan, but I am. I hardly ate anything at lunch (just some fruit and water) and I was starting to feel it in my stomach. Duke's Café was really full, mostly with people from our school in some of the other years: there was Mulan and Merida from our year talking about the last sports game, Anna Arendelle from our year talking to Giselle (a girl in the older year) about her older sister Elsa Arendelle (also in the year above), a girl in the year above called Jane Porter drinking tea whilst drawing, and Megara from the year above with another girl from our year; Tiffany Randal.

It's a shame really that Megara is friends with Tiffany because she could be really friendly, but unfortunately Tiffany isn't. Tiffany Randal has been trying to cause me trouble since pre-school; whether she's stealing my pens, pulling my hair, tripping me up or just being a total villain! It's what she does best though. Once we got to high school she started dropping her grades, missing lessons or sometimes missing whole days. Before we knew it days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months until she practically never even shows up for school anymore. She's meant to be in my classes and my registration but since she's never in she's never there, so there's no trouble. Really, she's the one person that I really don't want to see but I can't help it if she's here. Hopefully she'll just stick with Megara.

We take our seats and wait for service. Cinderella and Belle know about how she is, and almost told someone but who would listen? 'Girls fall out all the time' teachers would say, but this is more than just a fall out. Tiffany hates me, and I honestly don't know why.

"We can leave, if you want," Cinderella whispers to me.

"No way, we just got here! Besides, you were right. I need to take my mind off things" I tell her.

"Having trouble, hey Brie?" I hear her sharp voice laugh with sarcasm.

Of course, she couldn't just keep with Meg. I look up at her and I feel bad. What could be someone really pretty is overpowered by the black eyeliner, dark lipstick and dark curly hair. She's wearing a purple shirt, blue skinny jeans and some black boots, but the dark colours make her pale skin stand out more.

"Nothing I can't handle, Tiff," I reply harshly.

"No need to get all angry, you'll make a scene." She laughs.

"If you have nothing important to say then you should probably leave." Belle glares at her.

"Temper, temper… Must have gotten it from that beast of a boyfriend, hey nerd?" She laughs, strolling away.

We all look at each other and roll our eyes. "I hate that girl," Cinderella mutters.

"Same," Belle and I agree. "Do you want to leave?"

"No way, that's exactly what she wants to happen. So we'll stay instead." Belle folds her arms while Cinderella calls for a waitress.

Tiana, a girl in the year above comes over in a yellow uniform with a notepad in her hand. "Hey Tiana, didn't know you worked here."

"I need the money if I'm gonna get my dream! So what can I get you?"

We all order some beignets and some hot chocolate and then Tiana goes and gets the order for us.

"I like her," Cinderella smiles. "She's one of the few in the older year that actually acknowledges our existence."

"What about Elsa?" Belle whispers because Anna could be hearing. "She seems nice,"

"Too quiet," I mutter. Elsa seems nice enough, but too quiet. On many occasions I've seen Anna out and about but never really Elsa. The only time I see her is in school with her light blonde hair in its usual bun that wraps around her head to the back and her black jumper and green skirt. Anna is always wearing her auburn hair in two braids and pastel colours like a light green, pink or yellow. They are quite opposite, but so similar in looks. Still, it must be hard for them considering that their parents died on a ship wreck when they were little and have been living with an old relative ever since. Anna says that the relative doesn't do much so she's pretty much left to her own devices and Elsa stays in her room all the time. I heard from Aurora that Elsa didn't even go to her own parents' funeral; she just stayed in her room, leaving Anna by herself. Or at least, that's what Aurora's been told.

"I agree," Belle whispers.

Tiana arrives with out beignets and hot chocolates and we dig in. "Tiana, these taste amazing!" I laugh.

"Gonna be the House specialty as soon as I get my dream restaurant!" Tiana smiles in gratitude at my compliment.

"Here's a tip, to help you get there." I smile back, handing her some coins.

"Thank you," She says sincerely, walking off to help other customers.

"So," Belle begins. "What are you gonna do?"

"What do you mean, 'what am I gonna do'? I'm going to do nothing!" I eat my beignets that really do taste delicious. "I mean, what can I do? He doesn't like me,"

"Oh, yeah right; the whole school knows that he likes you," Cinderella laughs. "Not like me, I'm going to be alone forever."

"I am sick of you two moping around and feeling sorry for yourselves. People in stories don't do this! They learn more, they do something! That's how they get to their dreams!" Belle says confidently, using her new book for proofing. It's been two days and she's already been through three books.

"Okay, we'll make a plan for Aurora's party!" I smile.

"That's the spirit. So, what do you want to do?"

"How about we wing it?" Cinderella asks.

"Wing it? Cinders, you don't get a boyfriend by 'winging it'. You have to put some effort into it."

"But I don't have time! I'm already super busy with chores as it is, and I'm still not sure if I can make it at all,"

"Don't quit on us! Please!" Belle and I cry. "It won't be much fun without all three of us there,"

"Yeah, Brielle's right. But whatever we do, we have to get some of these beignets there. They are amazing!" Belle says, taking another bite.

We spend the rest of our time wisely, making plans for what we can do. We come up with a few ideas for when we're there; just try talking to them, which should be easy enough for me since we talk whenever we see each other anyway, dress nice so that they will at least think we look nice and try to drop hints about prom in the hopes that they will pick up on it and notice us. We laugh, joke around and it really helps me snap out of my daze, but I can't help but feel like I'm being listened to. Still, what does it matter if Tiffany is listening to me?

The whole school already knows, right?

So I have included some more Disney characters in this, including Jane Porter and Megara from Hercules. Even though these aren't official Disney Princesses I thought I could add them anyway. I know that a high school is the most written Disney fanfic but I just wanted to have a go at writing one anyway, so I hope you are enjoying! You now have your villain for the story as I have requests for this character to appear so here she is! Aurora's party will probably be the next chapter, so there will be more characters shown then and a little bit more of their personalities shown. Thank you for the great reviews and I hope that you enjoy reading this as much as I like writing it! I'll update as soon as I can! :D Thank you