This entire fanfic is dedicated to Nina-D-lux and those of you who still has a little princess deep inside and never actually got over your Princess-phase :P

Chapter 2

Aurora meandered through the hustle and bustle of the corridors. It was break time and the hallway was packed with students hanging around their lockers. She was asked in the morning by the head teacher explicitly to pick up the new student and show him to classes. That's what you get for being every teacher's favourite student; you're automatically assumed to be the most logical candidate that should be assigned to guide the new student. Luckily, she didn't have to babysit him because that would mean letting him hang with her and the girls for a couple of days, and that would totally ruin the group chemistry.

It wasn't like her obedient, polite self was a façade, but being the good girl her parents raised doesn't make her the school's personal pet. Why can't the teachers cut her some slack and leave her be like other impulsive, hormonal teenagers? Or rather, why can't other people just lean more towards the well-behaved side so she won't be considered the most volunteering, helpful goody-goody? She knew she seemed to give off a self-important, kiss-ass vibe, and that's what annoyed her most because she was the exact opposite of vain. She was actually quite timid, and the only reason she came off as a complete smart-ass was because she just answered more questions in class. Well, more like being the only one who answers questions since the rest of the class stays silent. She hated the awkward silence after a teacher asks a questions and no one responds. Well, she just hated awkward silences in general. It's just so… awkward. And what's wrong with answering questions anyway? It doesn't mean she wanted to purposely get on the teacher's good side for a good grade (if so, it was completely unintentional).

Aurora clutched her books to her chest and looked back to make sure the new student didn't lose her in this crowd. He was a few paces behind, so it meant he was following okay. She started to get very self-conscious. Gosh, was she supposed to be right in front of him, or next to him? Was she walking too fast? The way she was clutching her books and the number of times she kept looking back made her look so paranoid, like she was going to get raped or something. Maybe she was being paranoid. It's not like she wanted to start talking to the new student and yammer off about the school history or give him advice with classes and teachers(even though she certainly could). Plus the boy didn't ask.

She looked back again, this time he caught her eye and she immediately looked forward again. This was so awkward.

A few more steps… and finally! Aurora arrived outside the classroom with the new student. There were some screams coming from the inside. His face remained slack the entire time.

"So um… this is your Math classroom… And if you need anything, I'm just across, so… yeah…" Aurora half-mumbled then trailed off. She clutched her books even tighter and looked at her flats, noticing a little scrape on the black leather. She needed to get her shoes polished, she thought. She didn't want to look up because she was a tall girl and just a few inches more, she'd have looked right into his eyes, and that would have made her feel even more uncomfortable.

The boy just muttered a "thanks" and walked into the classroom, leaving her at the door. Right…

"Dude, did do your Math homework?" Mulan asked Meg, secretly hoping she hasn't.

"Hah! This time I did do my Math homework, so she'd better check it." Meg whipped out her Math notebook with pride.

"Can I copy yours? 'Cuz I left it at my locker and forgot to bring it home…" Mulan mumbled the last sentence, hoping Meg won't catch that. Being the ditz she was, Mulan completely forgot to bring her Math notebook home to finish those algebra sums. Stupid! She knew she'd forgotten something, but she didn't realize it until just now. She rarely copied other people's homework because she knew how to work on her own, but this one time she forgot… What if the Math teacher actually checks it this time? She didn't want her perfect record ruined because of her forgetfulness. She worked way too hard this year to keep a clean, incomplete-homework record, she was OCD about this sort of thing. And Meg would soooo whip her ass…

Unfortunately, Meg did catch that last sentence. "Oh, I'm sorry… What was that?" Meg cupped her ears, "Someone forgot to finish their Math homework? Noooo!" she gasped in fake pity. "And did I hear something about wanting to copy my Math homework?" Meg looked around and then at Mulan, "Oh wait, that's you! Suck it! Suuuckk iiiittt!" Her voice went falsetto just to take the extra mile of mocking Mulan. Meg started to cackle evilly.

"Come on! Pleeease? Just his one time? I really forgot!" Mulan begged.

"Not even if you get down on your knees, will I let you copy my homework. This is my once in a lifetime chance for payback! For all those times you rejected me, 'Nooo, do your own work, Meg!', 'Stop being so lazy, Meg!'" Meg mimicked Mulan.

"You're a bitch," Mulan spat bitterly.

"I know! I never knew completing homework could hold so much power, so much satisfaction. Wow, maybe I should do my homework more often." Meg said, the last sentence more to herself. Then she said "But nah. So suck it!" And she held the notebook in front of Mulan's face triumphantly and waved it around to rub it in her face.

Girl, you ain't gonna let her win, are ya'?

This is so unfair! But no, I can't let Meg win! I won't!

You go, girl! Teach that bitch! Whoop her sorry ass!

Mulan shot her hand out to grab Meg's notebook, but Meg saw it coming and retreated just in time.

"Uh, uh, uh." Meg motioned her index finger from side to side.

"Give it!" Mulan tried to sound authoritative, but it came out more like a whine.

Meg dangled the book above Mulan, since she was slightly taller than her. "Aw… who's a goooood boy? Do you want this book? Do you? Come and get it!" said Meg, baby-talking to Mulan.

"Don't make me punch you!" Mulan threatened.

"You're gonna punch your best friend for Math homework?" Meg provoked.

Mulan narrowed her eyes. As much as she wanted to, she certainly couldn't punch her best friend. Using her skills to beat up her BFF would be a real low-blow.

But…

Meg didn't expect what came next as Mulan shot both hands out to tickle Meg. She immediately shrieked and dropped the notebook. Mulan continued to tickle Meg mercilessly to weaken her opponent.

"Stahp! Heehee, stop it!" she cried, whilst in a fit of laughs. Mulan brought Meg down to ground as she was almost being tickled to the point of tears. Out of her own reflexes, Meg accidentally kicked Mulan in the gut.

"Ow!" Mulan paused then narrowed her eyes, "That's it! No more Mr. Nice-guy!" Mulan declared and was ready to bring the tickling up a notch. Meg quickly crawled up to a sitting position and brought her arms up in defense. "Bring it, biatch!"

Mulan reached into her backpack and took out her squirty water bottle and aimed at Meg. Meg grabbed a long ruler from the desk next to where she was crouched, not that it was much of a weapon compared to Mulan's.

Mulan smiled evilly and shouted, "Water bottle, I choose yoooouuu!" She began spraying Meg and Meg shrieked.

"Fuck! Stop it!" Meg was laughing but also screaming at the same time. She was doing her best to block the water with her arms and hands, but the jets of water kept coming at her. Mulan and her squirty weapon forced Meg to shuffle on her butt all the way to the back of the classroom. Meg tried to stand up and fight back with her ruler, but she couldn't get anywhere close to Mulan. So she threw the long ruler at Mulan as a last resort.

It worked and actually hit Mulan on the head.

"Hey! No throwing things!"

"Well, you wanted to play dirty!" Meg used the opportunity to get away from that abominable water bottle.

"Oh no you don't!" Mulan ran and caught up to where Meg was. Now Mulan trapped Meg at the back of the classroom. They were both in the same corridor and Meg could either jump over the left seat or the right, but whenever she moved, Mulan would mirror her movements with equal speed.

"Haha! Nowhere to run!" Mulan had a wicked gleam in her eyes and she raised the water bottle.

For once, the witty Meg actually didn't have a comeback.

"Prepare to diiieeeeee!" Mulan cried dramatically and gave her bottle a big squeeze.

Meg was prepared to scream, but then...

Shcccccchhhhhsssssffffffffffffffffffff

Aaaand that was the sound of an empty water bottle.

Meg started to laugh when she realised Mulan screwed up. "Hah! HAAAAAA!" She narrowly escaped her untimely death.

"Dammit! Really?!" Mulan shook her bottle desperately.

"Looks like you're outta ammo!"

"Oh yeah?" Mulan capped her bottle and simply threw it at Meg. But Mulan being Mulan, she missed Meg by, well, a lot.

"Pffff, hah! You call that a thr- oh shit!" Meg was barely given the chance to finish her sentence when Mulan lunged for her and she had to jump over the seat on her left to escape. It was a very clumsy jump and she almost tripped over and landed on her face, but luckily she still managed and ran straight up to the front of the classroom and down another row.

"Come back here, you! I'm not done with you!" Mulan yelled at Meg.

"'Run, run as fast as you can! You can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man!'" Meg sang in a mock high-pitched voice.

Just then, a figure walked into the classroom. He stopped dead in his tracks and said, "You've got to be kidding me."

Mulan spun around and her eyes widened in surprise.

"You!" was all she could manage.

Meg absorbed the scene before her, seeing the boy and Mulan's reaction, putting two and two together… "Hoooly shit! Ohohohohoho, shiiiiiit!" Meg tried to hold in her laughter but she went over and hugged Mulan from behind and started laughing into her shoulder. "Oh-ho snap!"

What the heck is he doing here?!

Aw snap indeed, girl!

Of all people… why is he here?! God, this is so beyond embarrassing?!

Definitely not a proper first-impression Mulan wanted to make.

Girlfriend, did he interrupt yo' playtime?

Shut up!

"Shut up!" Mulan shushed Meg. She just continued guffawing into Mulan's shoulder.

The boy face-palmed himself then rolled his eyes. He gave the girls a sour look and surveyed the classroom for an empty seat. When he found one, he proceeded to an empty seat near the back of the class, which was a row and two seats behind where Mulan and Meg sit. But the on the way he suddenly slipped from the water Mulan left behind and almost fell down.

Meg snorted even louder in Mulan's shoulder and Mulan had to elbow her to keep it down.

Shang shot the pair a look of scorn, then regained his cool and went to his seat. He folded his arms onto his desk and put his head down, whilst letting out a long groan. This was going to be a long day, he thought.

Kida let out a sigh of relief. After shuffling like a fool in the toilet for five minutes, she finally realized that those girls crowded in there weren't actually lining up for the toilet but just fixing their hair, or re-applying their makeup. Some were even just hanging around in the toilet. Huh, and they were the ones giving her funny looks. Kida certainly didn't understand the teenage girl culture of hair fixing or makeup putting. Those girls would just ruffle their hair and twirl their fringes; not that after one trip to the toilet made their hair look any different anyway. And those thick liquids and powder they put on, how does it even make them look attractive? If anything, those foolish girls actually look worse.

She did her business and went straight to class since break was almost over and she hated to be late for Math. When she walked in, she quickly spotted her two good friends. They seemed to be in deep conversation. Kida wondered if Mulan was "spilling" more secrets to Meg and whether she herself was permitted to learn of her friends' secrets.

As she neared them, she noticed Meg hair was slightly damp and her white top was soaked and see-through, revealing her polka-dotted purple bra. Maybe her friends were taking the "spilling" a little too seriously.

"You couldn't have just asked nicely," Meg said to Mulan.

"Hey, I tried! You're the one who didn't want to give me the notebook!"

"Pff, I mean if you wanted to see my bra, all you had to do was ask."

"Eck, no!"

"What, you don't like my bra now? Is that it? Or is it my boobs?

"Meg!"

"Hey, I mean, you're the one that got me wet in the first place."

Meg paused then looked at Mulan. They both shared a look and suddenly burst into a fit of giggles and snorts at how dirty that just sounded.

Kida was confused at what triggered off the laughter. "What? What is it that you find humourous?"

"-snort- Nothing, nothing..." Mulan laughed. "Here." Mulan took the jacket that she hung behind chair and handed it to Meg. "Wear it before other guys see you like this."

Meg quickly took it with a "hmmph!" but was secretly thankful for her friend's act of kindness. She shimmied into and the thing quickly because she was going to catch a cold in her wet state in this freezing weather. It felt kind of gross how jacket kind of clung onto her wet clothes, but there was nothing she could do.

Kida then noticed an unfamiliar presence in the room; a boy sat near the back of the classroom with his head down.

Kida asked, "Who is that boy?" and pointed at him.

"Shhhh!" Mulan grabbed Kida's arm and pulled her into the seat next to hers. "Not so loud!" Mulan whispered.

"He's new! And guess who he is?" Meg giggled. "Guess! You'll never believe it!"

Kida pondered then answered, "Your brother?"

"What? I don't have a brother. Well, I mean I have a dog named Little Brother. But no?!"

"It's Mulan's pretty boy! The guy she was telling us about, the one she beat up on Sunday! What's-his-name!" Meg blurted.

"Oh! Shang Li? I can believe it."

"Ssshhhh!" Mulan shushed Kida. "And it's Li Shang, not Shang Li. Chinese people's surnames comes first." Mulan started biting her lips and pulling at her own hair. "God, this is so beyond embarrassing! Why is he even here?!"

"Oh I don't know... Fate lead him here? Destiny? True love?" Meg put her hand to her forehead dramatically. "My purple bra?" she then gestured to herself.

Mulan smacked Meg. "Stop with the bra already! We get it, it's a nice bra, ok?"

"Damn right, it's a nice bra."

"You should greet him. Perhaps it'll lighten up the mood?" Kida suggested.

"Great idea!" Meg's antennas for mischief immediately shot up. This was too good to be true! Now she has the power to antagonize Mulan to no end because that's what best friends do. And this was also revenge for getting her wet. She got up and started pulling Mulan out of her seat. "Go on… say hi!"

"No! Stop!" Mulan tried clinging onto the table but once Meg started dragging her away, it made an awful scraping noise so she had to let go.

"Kida, help me!" she pleaded.

"This is actually very entertaining! I won't interrupt you," Kida chuckled. Plus she loved being a spectator to Meg's mischief.

"Go on, be nice!" Meg said slyly. And she shoved Mulan towards the boy. Mulan hit the corner of a table then having her own clumsy feet betray her, tripped and fell right onto the side of the new student.

Shit.

Now you done it, girl! You woke the dragon!

Shitshitshitshitshit.

Shang looked up and the moment their eyes met, one felt complete and utter bliss mixed with mortification, and the other full of loathing.

"Hehe…" It took Mulan a moment to regain herself. Well, sort of.

"I am so, soooo sorry! I didn't mean to like land on you, it was an accident, like... I'm soooo sorry! Um, I'm Mulan by the way… You must be Shang, because we met yesterday... Can I call you Shang? Hehe… Um, welcome to our school? Heh…" She couldn't stop herself from rambling. Her voice was all strained and awkwardly deep, like she was trying to play it cool but ended up sounding like a really bad Elvis Presley impression. Why did she have to be such a moron around guys? Especially handsome, Chinese ones... Which were really rare… "Did I mention I'm reaaally sorry?" Mulan could feel herself blushing, well more like burning up to the point where you could fry an egg on her face or roast 'smores.

Great going, Mulan. Now he definitely thinks you're a complete retard. Might as well shoot yourself in the head.

Meg and Kida giggled in the background, well Meg's was more like a half-chortle-half-snort which wasn't very elegant. Mulan looked at them and shot them a death-glare; or rather a look as deadly as she could muster. Shang just rolled his eyes and ignored her, returning to his brooding.

"Ok… I'm really, really sorry!" Mulan awkwardly scrambled back to her friends, almost tripping on her face in the process. She sat silent for a long time until the teacher came into the classroom.

Shit, my Math homework! Well, there goes my dignity and my perfect record.

"Not. A. Single. Word." Mulan gave both Kida and Meg a tell-this-to-anyone-else-and-I'll-kill-you face.

"Sure. Cross my heart! Boy scout's honour," Meg crossed her chest and snickered. Mulan smacked her arm.

Kida was about to sit back down when she realized the seat was taken by another person.

"Excuse me, I was sitting here first."

"Well too bad. Finders keepers! Sit somewhere else, dork," the boy in her seat jeered.

The boy was being unreasonably rude, and Kida hated rude people. Well, to be honest she was easily annoyed at a lot of things, being short tempered and all, and this boy had set her fuse alight. She grabbed him by his collar and looked right into the little pest's eyes, "Apologize. Now!"

"Dude, what's the deal you crazy bitch?!"

"Kida! Put him down!"

"No, no. Let her be. I'd like to see where this is going," Meg said, not really helping.

"This boy was being unnecessarily rude. Apologise!" Kida barked at the little punk.

The teacher rushed over immediately after seeing Kida react so dramatically. Thinking it was her fault for threatening another student, which it technically was, she sent Kida to the back of the classroom to sit next to a Milo Thatch. A boy whom she rarely ever talked to, correction, rarely anyone talked to.

After much protesting, and a defending from Mulan with no success, Kida gave in and just sat in grumpy silence.

The lesson started as the teacher announced that they were starting a new unit on logarithms. She instructed everyone to divide into pairs for a presentation that was due next lesson. The teacher received a chorus of groans as she began to explain their presentation had to be on logarithms and its applications in real life.

Shang looked around to see if there were anyone left to partner up with, unfortunately and fortunately, there weren't. He much preferred working alone anyway, usually people he worked with were free-loaders and he'd end up doing all the work.

The teacher instructed everyone to start researching and walked over to Shang to update him on what the class has been learning this past year. He's pretty much done everything they've done and more in his old school, so he had no problem catching up. And he's done lots of presentation before anyway, so this was a piece of cake.

Everyone whipped out their laptops to start researching, by "researching" I mean facebooking, going on tumblr, playing online games or even doing homework from other subjects that was due in the next lesson.

"Well, looks like I'm stuck with you," Milo said to Kida, though he sounded more excited than bitter.

"Yes, it would appear so," Kida answered with indifference.

Barely anyone sits with Milo Thatch because everyone thought he was weird and such a dork for wearing big and rounder-than-Harry-Potter glasses. Milo would actually have loved to replace his father's hand-me-down glasses for something more current, but he couldn't really bear to replace his late father's glasses. He also had a habit of scribbling furiously into his favourite little notebook, and students would think the shy boy was probably plotting everyone's murder. They were actually just doodles and enigmas that he tries to decipher; it was just one of his hobbies. Sometimes he'd get his notebook confiscated, but when the teachers realize he was just writing gibberish and not up to anything sinister, they'd just return him his notebook and give him a warning.

He set up his work station with his laptop and scruffy-looking notebook. "Wait, I got it! Yes!" he suddenly cried and scribbled furiously in one of them.

Kida looked at him curiously. What an odd boy, she thought.

"What are you writing?" she asked him.

Milo quickly snapped his notebook shut, "Oh nothing, just um… formulas amongst other geeky things. Personal stuff."

Kida snatched up his book to see for herself. "Hey!" Milo protested.

Kida began flipping through his notebook. Milo cringed, prepared for her to start judging him.

Surprisingly it wasn't his personal journal or anything she expected. Milo's notebook did contain lots of formulas, puzzles, doodles, random scribbles and sometimes pages full of writing. The boy had really neat hand writing but it was just the way everything was smushed together that made it look messy. She flipped through with fascination and pointed at one grid with random letters, "What is this? Is this a Caesar cipher?"

Milo looked at her with astonishment, not only did she not judge him for his bizarreness, but she actually knew what he was talking about. "Um, yeah! How'd you know?"

"Oh, puzzles just fascinate me. You are a most eccentric boy, Milo Thatch," Kida said and continued to flip through his book.

"Thanks…? It's just a personal hobby, that's all. You know, amongst other geeky things? Yeah…" Milo took his notebook back shyly, but in his mind he was over the moon. A girl complimented him! Holy cow!

"What geeky things?"

"You know, math stuff, cryptography, writings, uh… Klingon?"

"What is Klingon?"

"Oh, nothing… nothing…"

"How is Math considered 'geeky', I do not understand. I like Math, does that make me a geek?" Kida thought out loud.

Milo just stared at her. A girl that likes Math, a girl that would talk to him that likes Math and puzzles. What universe was she from? And where have you been all my life, Milo thought.

Kida did indeed like Math, it was one of the few subjects she excelled at, since languages wasn't her forte. Besides, even in other languages, Math is math. It was straight-forward and easy to understand, unlike English. English is hard.

"N-no, you're definitely not a geek," Milo smiled.

"And what do you write about, Milo Thatch?"

"Oh, just my thoughts on things, um... notes... on stuff... amongst other... things… English and Math happen to be my favourite subjects," he mumbled. No one's actually taken an interest in the things he writes in there.

"I do not like English. It is complicating," Kida stated.

Milo's face fell a little. He was looking at something more complicating already, and her silver hair made her glow like an angel. "Um… so do you have a laptop…? Or should we…" Milo trailed off before he said the word "share". It's been a while since he's shared something, anything with a girl besides a seat. Please say no, please say no, Milo thought.

"No, I do not."

Yes!

"I guess, we can share mine?" Milo suggested.

"Yes, that would be most kind of you," Kida smiled politely. Sitting next to this nice boy had already made her forget that she was forced to sit here in the first place.

They looked through some stuff about logarithms and talked more about Math until the bell rang. They were the only pair of people who actually bothered to work on the presentation. By the end of class, Milo Thatch has already decided he was head-over-heels for this vexing girl named Kida.

Belle scoured through her backpack for a book. She just finished a wonderful book and now she felt so hollow and empty on the inside like nothing was ever going fill that crater. Well, that is until the next book in the series comes out, but that won't be until summer. The waiting was the most annoying part, and now Belle doesn't know what to do with her life.

She brought four books with her to school, not that she could finish them all within one day, but sometimes teachers would confiscate her books for reading in class so she needed backup. Three was the average number, sometimes she'd bring more depending on the thickness and heaviness. It was books like these that made her backpack awfully heavy all the time, but she was too stubborn to bring less. It's just a thing, and she just had to bring books to school. Even if she weren't at school and it was just a trip to the mall, she had to bring at least one book.

She finally decided on a book and took out her dog-eared copy of Pride and Prejudice. It was one of her favourite novels and she could never get sick of the wittiness of Elizabeth Bennet. Belle was a sucker for Romance stories, and a hopeless romantic although she would never admit it to anyone. She dreamed one day that a charming boy with an equal passion for reading would sweep her off her feet and they'd do cheesy, romantic things like the things she's read from her novels.

"Psst, Belle!" Snow White gently nudged Belle from her thoughts, "How do you do number four?" she whispered.

"Oh, that's easy. Here," Belle tapped on her answer on her notebook and returned to her book. She didn't have anything against Snow, she was a sweet girl but a little off the bright side. They quickly came together as friends for History class because neither of their friends from their own cliques were in the same class. The teacher threatened that if the students didn't finish the questions on the worksheet before the end of class, everyone has to stay during lunchtime until everyone was finished. But Belle was already finished with her questions five minutes ago, so she was free to read.

Belle flipped open her book and caressed the pages, she took a light sniff and she sighed. It was a weird habit but, she just loved the musty smell of books. Just as she was about to dive into her second book of the day, someone kicked her chair.

"Hey!" she turned around found the culprit was a boy named Adam.

He looked at her through his curtain of long hair as if it was her fault that she got kicked.

"Why'd you do that?!" she whispered.

"I didn't." He simply answered and returned to his book.

"Yes, you did!" She insisted, "You're sitting right behind me!"

"Whatever."

"Ugh. Nevermind." It was obvious there was no getting through to this boy. What was his problem anyway?

Belle dismissed it and continued to read. After about a page, there was another kick to her chair. Now she was beginning to get annoyed, "Stop it!" she spun around and shot Adam a dirty look. She returned to her book and after about a few more pages, her chair was attacked again. Belle considered herself quite a zen person, but when it came to disturbing her whilst reading, it ticks her off.

"Stop it! What do you want?!"

"Stop what?" Adam asked nonchalantly.

"Stop kicking my chair!"

"I didn't kick your chair," he said through gritted teeth. He looked right into her eyes and it made Belle shift uneasily. He wore an odd expression on his face. He didn't look angry, despite the tone in his voice, there almost seemed to be an apologetic look in his eyes but then the rest of his face was slack. Belle couldn't get a read on him. She didn't know that he was also studying her face intently.

"You just… what is your problem?" she fumed.

"You. I didn't kick you." Was all he said.

"You know what, I will ignore you now," Belle huffed. She was clearly wasting her time with this rude boy who won't even simply just admit and apologize for kicking her chair.

She started reading again but her thoughts were too distracted and clouded with irritation to focus on anything. When the bell finally rang, she sped out of class, heading for the canteen when suddenly there was a tap on her shoulder. She turned around heatedly and it was that boy Adam. He was the last person she wanted to see, what does he want now?

"What?!" Belle slipped in a little attitude, something she picked up from Meg. Her snappy tone surprised even herself. She looked up at Adam, she felt a little intimidated because he was much bigger and taller and he had a penetrating gaze.

"You forgot your pen." He simply handed her a pen and stalked off the other way.

Belle looked at it. This wasn't her pen.

"Hey! This isn't my pen!" she half-yelled back to him. Seriously, what was this boy's problem? It was so hard to get a read on him; first he kicks her chair multiple times and denies it, now he's returning a pen that doesn't belong to her? Huh, and she thought she was the dismissive, aloof type.

A/N:

Yay, a second chapter :D So this one has a little more explaining in it. I introduced Milo and Adam. What do you think of them? I didn't make up Milo's "hobbies" because he looked like a geek or anything, I just based them off the Disney wikia, which is where I'm doing all my character research :3 As for Adam, you'll see later why he's acting funny ;)

I had a lot of fun writing the Mulan-Meg scene, they're both one of my favourites to write mostly because their characters have really good chemistry.

So tell me what you guys think! Comments are appreciated :)