A/N: I am going to address a rather rude comment before I get on with the story. Yes, I did put Frozen characters in. Though a write should never have to justify their choices, I'll tell you why: I wanted to fill out the freshmen class a little, and I'm not going to focus on them terribly much. If my putting Frozen characters in deters you from reading any farther, I'm sorry for losing your readership, and if you'd like to message me I can recommend a different, but wonderful Disney AU. I do recommend watching Frozen at your earliest opportunity.
Magic Mirror on the Blog!
The Back to School rager is in full swing, kiddies. If you aren't here, you should be.
There's music, dancing, drinking and drama!
Do I see some unfamiliar faces? It seems some of our more introverted students are finally breaking out of their shells? Or is it out of their own heads?
And is our favorite redhead poised to play hero, again?
Keep me posted, and I'll do the same for you!
Bippity-boppity!
"I can't believe we're here." Wendy looked around at the huge room full of excited high schoolers in varying degrees of drunkenness. Some how, she and Alice had merited an invite to the Back to School party. They were standing near the makeshift bar at one end of the school's natatorium that someone had managed to get unlocked for them.
Alice watched someone teter near the edge of the pool. "Who's idea was it to have a party where everyone is going to be drinking near a pool?"
"Looks like Ariel is playing lifeguard." Wendy pointed out, seeing the flash of red hair near the lifeguard stand. But if you're really worried about it, we can not drink and keep an eye on people ourselves."
"I'm an abysmal swimmer and you know it." Alice said, deciding the best course of action was to turn away from the pool and keep away from it herself. She took in the party atmosphere and wondered if she could use it in her book. She'd left her main character, The Mad Hatter, in a rather unhappy place at the hands of The Red Queen. Maybe her heroine could swoop in and save him during a party scene...
"Alice?" Madden waved his hand in front of her face. She had completely spaced out, and during that time, Wendy had wandered off and Madden had come up to her. Seeing her focus in on him, he smiled at her. "Are you off in LaLa Land?"
"Wonderland, actually." She murmured, her face turning a delicate shade of pink. Madden didn't know that he was the main male character in most of her stories. She never planned to tell him either. She didn't really want to explain about why she was zoning out in the middle of the biggest party of the year (excluding Prom, of course), so she quickly changed the subject. "I didn't know you were planning on coming."
"If the elusive butterfly shows it's wings, so may I." He grinned at her. Alice loved the way he talked. It was strange and oddly lyrical; it was part of the reason that he had begun starring in her stories. It went completely over her head that she might be the butterfly he was talking about.
Wendy watched intently from across the room as her friend talked to the biggest crush she was sure Alice had ever had. She was so focused on trying to read Madden's lips that she didn't notice Tink coming up beside her. Tink followed the other girl's line of sight to home in on Alice and Madden talking. After snapping a quick picture with her cellphone, she cleared her throat.
Wendy looked up surprised. "Oh, hey Tinkerbell."
Tink blew out an annoyed breath. She hated her given name, much preferring the nickname that Peter had given her years before. "Hello, Wendy Darling." She emphasised Wendy's last name, knowing how hated it was. "Listen, I came to tell you Peter's looking for you."
"P-peter? Why?" Wendy tried not to wince when she stumbled over his name. Peter was admittedly an object of her fancy. She found him fascinating and exciting. But he'd never shown any interest in her before.
Tink got an evil little glint in her eye that all too innocent Wendy missed. "I'm not sure, really. I think, maybe, he might want to ask you out." Tink knew this wasn't the truth, not even close. Peter hated anything that might resemble an adult approach on things, that included any sort of committed relationship. Truth was, Peter mentioned in passing that he should ask Wendy to tutor some of the boys who followed him around (the Lost Boys, as they're affectionately referred to). Peter might not care to think about his own future, but that didn't mean he wanted any of his pals to fail.
They had come to the party together, Tink and Peter. She liked to think of herself as Peter's girlfriend, just as soon as he would admit to himself that he was growing up and would commit to her. However, they hadn't been at the party five whole minutes when the little blonde bimbo cheerleaders who usually followed Gaston around had set their sights on Peter. Now, Tink wasn't insecure about her relationship to Peter or anything, but when he didn't blow off their flirting she decided it was a good time to seek out Wendy. Originally, her intention wasn't to send some poor innocent girl off with false hopes only to be dashed when she realised that Peter would flirt with any pretty little blonde. Really, the opportunity was just too good when Tink saw that little flutter of nerves and hope that just screamed "Crushing on Peter, HARD!"
So now, Tink watched as Wendy made excuses to go find what she believed to be the boy of her dreams, not feeling the least bit guilty that Peter would cause someone else some heartache for a change. Not that she was admitting that he caused her any heartache. She pulled her cell backout as a distraction. She'd gotten a good picture of Alice talking to that weird kid Madden. With a smirk, Tink sent it to Magic Mirror's tip-off Email. Since Alice and Wendy had already been mentioned in an earlier blog post, she was sure the blogger would appreciate the tip on just how social they were getting. After all, whoever Magic Mirror was, they seemed to live on making some innocent picture look like a big thing.
Peter was standing at the edge of the pool, seriously considering jumping off the high dive. He just loved doing reckless things like that. Around him were Claudia, Laura and Paula, the Bimbettes. They were chatter on, fawning over him, but he wasn't really paying attention. He looked up when one of them (he wasn't sure which because he could never tell them apart) put her hand on his arm. "Wow, Petey! Your bicep is so big!"
"I bet you can lift me up!" Another one giggled, adding her hand.
Not to be left out, the third put her hand on Peter's other arm. "I'll bet you could lift all three of us!"
Peter laughed, dislodging their hands from his arms. "Come on now. I think that's more Gaston's type of thing."
"Oh, come on, Petey, you could totes give him a run for his money."
As Wendy listened to the exchange, she winced at the shrill sound of Laura's voice. She decided she'd seen enough, and turned quickly around. Peter didn't seem to mind all the attention from them, and Wendy thought that if he'd been wanting to ask her out he probably would have been looking for her, not sending his lackey Tinkerbell to do it.
Peter turned, deciding he wa going to jump off the high dive and saw Wendy. He called out, but she kept going. The Bimbettes weren't very appreciative losing Peter's undivided attention, so they moved away from his side, deciding to find someone else to entertain them. Claudia saw Gaston double fisting beers and pointed it out to her sisters, but they decided against going over there because he was showing off for some of the swim team girls. When the Bimbettes set their sights on someone, they liked to be the focus of their attention. With some surprise, Paula noticed Belle in the corner. "What is she doing here?"
"Did she bring a book to a party?" Laura scoffed, immediately homing in on who her sister was looking at.
"What does Gaston see in her?" Claudia sneered. It was one of their biggest annoyances that Gaston was always trying to date that unfashionable little bookworm and not one of them.
The Bimbettes weren't the only ones who had noticed Belle's presence. Gaston had looked around after finishing his sixth beer and even through beer goggles recognized Belle hiding in the corner. He deposited his empty bottles on a bleacher seat (they immediately fell because they weren't set down properly) and started to weave through the crowd toward her.
Belle was oblivious to the scrutiny she was had thought they should tried to get more involved in the whole high school scene,so they had attending the back to school party. Belle wasn't really interested in putting herself into the whole high school drunk party scene, so she brought a book to occupy herself until Jane was satisfied that she'd experienced the party culture. The sudden sound of something hitting the wall beside her made her look up. Gaston had crashed into the wall trying to lean against it to look cool. Smelling the alcohol on him, Belle tried to back up, but she had no where to go really. "Hello, Gaston." She said politely, trying not to breathe in the alcohol smell as she did.
"Why don' we go s'mwhere and get m're frenly?" Gaston slurred horribly, but Belle got the jist of what he wanted. She tried heroically not to gag. He leaned in as if to kiss her. She ducked under his arm, trying to escape. Turning, he sluggishly followed her. "I fink I wuv you, Belle. I wan' you ta haf mah babies."
Belle looked around, but noone was paying attention to them. So, there would be no help from anyone. She glanced behind her and noted that really there wasn't much distance between her and the pool. "That's flattering, really. But, I'm still just a junior in high school. I'm much too young to be thinking about that sort of thing."
With each stalling word, Belle had drawn nearer to the pools edge. As she feared, Gaston made one final lunge toward her. Being that he was drunk, she was able to sidestep out of his way easily. He didn't see the water until he belly flopped in. Many of his football buddies began to laugh, not knowing how he got in the water as they'd all turned when they heard the splash. Belle was pretty sure she saw cameras flash as she tried to blend back into the crowd and get back to her corner.
Ariel let out a low curse when she heard the splash. Running on her lifeguard training, she jumped in to fish Gaston out. When it had gotten out that the party was going to be in the natatorium, Meg and Esmeralda had called a swim team meeting. They needed a lifeguard, of course. Someone would have to promise to stay sober and fish out any drunk kids who happened to get too close to the edge. Ariel had drawn the short stick and got stuck with lifeguard duty. Which, in her totally unbiased opinion, was unfair. She'd heard a rumor that Eric was looking for his mystery girl from summer and that he wanted to ask her to the party. He never found her before the party, but she was sure she'd see him there and she would just need a little liquid courage to talk to him. That option had been stripped away, Eric never did find her, and now she had to pull some drunk idiot out of the pool.
As Ariel got Gaston to the edge of the pool, someone gripped his arms and hauled him out. She looked up, expecting some of the football players. Instead, she found herself faced with Mr. Hook, the wood shop teacher. While she'd been saving Gaston's ass, the teachers had busted the party. Some kids got away, some-like Ariel and Gaston-were doomed to detention. Ariel hoisted herself out of the pool and pushed her hair out of her face. My dad is going to kill me, she thought, and school hasn't even started yet.
A/N: Okay, guys. This chapter had some teen drinking in it. I DO NOT endorse teen drinking.
So you only see a few stories from the party, but I promise you'll get more details in the next chapter. I kind of liked the circularness of this chapter and didn't want to interrupt that with different stories.