Before story note: Hardi har har see what I did there with the title? You see that? Yeah I know it's lame... anyway so I took some liberty with the ages of our delightful friends. Belle is about 17 years old, and to not make it look so creepy, Mr. Gold is slightly younger, but honestly I have no idea of their real ages in the first place so who the hell knows. But he still has that oh so sexy gray hair. Anyway this shall eventually contain lemons, because hey it's a high school fic and everyone knows that all high schoolers want to do is have sex. Don't lie to me, because I know it's true. :P anyway, onto the story :D
"Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh CRAP." Belle mumbled to herself as she gathered all her books from the table. "I'm going to be so late." Looking up at the clock, she noticed that it was 8:20AM, a good ten minutes before her first period class starts. Living out in the sticks did make for good privacy, but damn did it make for a long 30 minute drive to her high school. "If I leave now, maybe he won't be too mad when I get there. The first few minutes are always review anyway... Who am I kidding, this is the third time this month and it's only the 7th!" She picked up her massive history book and as she was walking toward the door, her phone rang startling her and causing her to drop the heavy tome onto her foot. "FUCK!" She yelled into an empty house. She wasn't much for cursing, but her father was already at work and God did her foot feel like it was 3 times bigger. Angrily flipping open her phone, she gritted her teeth into a "What?"
"Where the hell are you Belle? Class starts in like 5 minutes." It was Gaston, her ridiculously handsome, if not superficial boyfriend. "I was hoping to get some... alone time... before class started." She could practically hear his eyebrows wriggle over the phone.
"I'm running late." Belle said, making her way out of her house and to her oh so classy Oldsmobile. "I'll have to catch up with you at lunch hun. See you." She hung up before he could say anything else. She already knew where he wanted that conversation to go, and frankly she didn't want to have it. Even though they had gone out for almost a year now, she just wasn't committed to him enough to want to have sex with him. And there is no amount of before school fondling that's going to change that. Besides, there are plenty of 17 year old virgins and he's just going to have to wait. She opened the door to her car and threw her books in before slamming the door shut behind her. Putting the key into the ignition, she prayed to every God she had ever heard of that her car would start. "Come on baby, you can do it." On the third key turn the engine roared to life. Throwing the gear into drive, she made her way to school, with only a minute left for class to start.
Belle made it to the school in record time, breaking just about every traffic law there was. She ran both a stop sign and red light, went 10 miles over the speed limit, and passed on a double yellow. Even with all that however, she only cut about 5 minutes. 'I don't have time to go to my locker. I'll have to carry around all my books until lunch.' Exiting her car with her bookbag, she ran as fast as she could with 8 books on her back, and a still throbbing foot. True only 3 of them were for class, but who says a girl can't get a good book or five in during really boring lectures? Besides her locker was clear on the other side of the school, and her first period was much closer. Throwing open one of the double doors that served as the entrance to the school, she walked by the front office and took a left down the hallway to the history classes.
"God, he's going to be so pissed..." Belle grumbled as she approached the door. "Deep breaths girl, deep breaths. What's he going to do? Keep you prisoner?" She laughed to herself and she felt a little better. But that relief lasted only a second and she put her hand on the door handle. Closing her eyes she twisted the metal handle and... nothing. "What?" She tried turning it again, but it stayed in place. "He locked me out. Really?" She peered in through the door and saw him standing at the front of the class, going over some notes on the board. If he knew she was there, he didn't let on. She did, however, see Ruby, who was sitting next to the door, move to get up to let her into the classroom.
"Miss Ruby, sit down." She could hear him say, although it was muffled.
"But Mr..." Ruby began before she was silenced by a wave of his hand.
"I know full well what you were going to do dearie, so please take your seat." The teacher said sternly.
Ruby bit her tongue and gave Belle a sorrowful look. Before she sat back down, she mouthed 'Sorry' to Belle and retook her seat.
'Is he seriously going to make me sit out here?' Belle thought to herself. She stared at her teacher for a moment, and decided that yes, yes he was going to make her sit out here. 'Well so be it.' She dropped her bag onto the floor and plopped down next to it. Ruffling through it's contents, she pulled out the reason she was so late,"The Thirteenth Tale" by Diane Setterfield. She had stayed up until 3 in the morning trying to finish it, but sleep over came her and she awoke to the alarm that had been going off for thirty minutes and the book open on her head. She hardly gotten 3 pages read when she heard the door open, and a cane clank onto the linoleum floors of the hallway.
"Miss French." He said in a heavy Scottish accent, "You are welcome to come in now."
"Funny. I didn't think you were going to let me in Mr. Gold." She said marking her place in her book.
"I couldn't have you interrupt my lecture dearie, just because you can't seem to make it to class on time." Mr. Gold said. "Although I am going to have to ask you to stay after class to have a little... chat."
Belle sighed, knowing this was a long time coming. She looked up into his brown eyes and swore she saw a flash of something... but she blinked at it was gone. Picking up all of her things, she stood up, wincing a bit at her foot.
"Something the matter dearie?" Mr. Gold asked, both hands still firmly on his cane, but his words laced with concern.
"No it's nothing... I just dropped your stupid 500 pound history book on my foot this morning while I was trying to get here." Belle said, making her way to the door.
"Clumsy girl." He mumbled under his breath as he followed her into the classroom and shut the door. He watched Belle hobble to the only available desk in the front before he gave instructions. "Alright open your 500 pound American History books to chapter 15."
Sitting behind her, Belle could hear David whispering to his girlfriend, Mary-Margret. "Did... did he just make a joke?"
"Yeah..." Mary-Margret said, just as disbelieving. "That's...odd. I mean it wasn't very humorous, but that's probably the funniest thing he's said all year."
"Man he's such a hardass." David said, a little loudly. "Can you believe that he gave me only half credit for that essay I wrote on his test? All because I didn't add the dates properly..."
"That's because," Mr. Gold interrupted, "There is a big difference between 1865, the year Lincoln was assassinated, and 'the day long ago when Lincoln died.'" he continued. "Shall I quote more from your poor essay, or can I continue my lesson?" After a prolonged silence, he went on with his lecture about the Gilded Age.
'He's not so bad.' Belle thought as she half scribbled and half took notes off his lecture. 'Sure he's stern, but hey he's a teacher. Isn't that his job?' She looked at her doodles and her notes. 'Although history has to be the most boring subject in the entire world. Too bad I'm not closer to the back. I could probably finish that book...'
"Miss. French? I'm talking to you dearie." She could faintly hear as she worked on her picture. "Miss. French." Looking up from her drawings, all she saw was a cane and a pinstripe suit standing next to her.
"I'm sorry." She blushed having been caught not paying attention, right after she walked into his class a half hour late. "What did you say?"
Mr. Gold let out a sigh and said, "I was asking you if you remember where the term 'Gilded Age' came from. But as I can plainly see, you are not paying an ounce of attention to my..."
"Mark Twain." Belle said, cutting him off. That was easy, he's an author for Pete's sake. "Mark Twain and Charles Dudley Warner wrote a book called 'A Gilded Age: A Tale of Today.' That's where the term comes from."
Mr. Gold cocked an eyebrow at her and smirked slightly. "Very good. Now pay attention from now on."
The last 20 minutes of class went by uneventful. Belle made sure to listen to everything he said as to not embarrass herself further. When the bell finally rang, she picked up her bag and made her way to his desk. At the moment he was looking down at some papers, most likely the homework from 2 nights ago. She took this chance to look around his desk at the various trinkets and nicknacks. Amongst the items were a genie lamp paper weight, 2 miniature dolls, one male, one female, a few glass unicorns, and a cup from a tea set. The last thing caught her attention, and before she could stop herself, she picked it up, and held it with her fingertips so she could examine it better.. It was white with a small blue design on the front.
"Having fun touching my things dearie?" The question came out of no where and it startled Belle, causing her to drop the cup.
"Oh! I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking..." She bent down to pick up the cup, and to her horror, she noticed it had chipped on the side. "Oh no... I'm so so so so sorry..." She showed the cup to a stoic Mr. Gold. "I'll get you a new one. But you can hardly see the chip... see?" She tilted it every which way to minimalize the amount of damage one could see, but she knew it was hopeless. This was just not her day at all.
"Calm down dearie. It's just a cup." Mr. Gold said waving off the matter. Belle just stared at him blankly until she realized they were all alone in the classroom. Mr. Gold didn't have a class this period, so she was taking up his free time.
Setting the cup down before she broke it again, she asked, "So what did you want to talk to me about?" 'Ha, as if it wasn't obvious.' She added silently to herself.
"Well seeing as how you've been late to class at least once a week this year, I'm well within my teachers rights to have you held back because you've missed so much class." Mr. Gold began and Belle's heart sank. This was her senior year after all, and the last thing she wanted to do was to be held back because she couldn't get her butt out of bed on time.
"Mr. Gold I..."
"I'm not finished Miss. French. I didn't say I was going to, but you have put me in an awkward position here. While you haven't missed a whole period, you have missed attendance which counts as a part of your grade, and plus it shows up on school records. However there is a... deal that can be made to save the situation." He leaned back in his chair and placed his fingertips together. "If you are willing to stay after school every other day for the remainder of the year, you could earn extra credit to make up for the absentee grade. The only reason that this would even work is because you already have an A average in my class, if you take out the absentee grade. Any other student would be held back, but I managed to pull a few strings for you Miss. French. The principal wanted you held back regardless, but you also have high grades in your other classes, so with a little... persuasion, he saw things my way and decided to let you slide as long as you stick to the program I've laid out. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday after school you will have to stay here an extra hour and do various worksheets and essays to make up for all the missing grades. When everything is caught up on, you are free to enjoy the rest of your senior year, although I'm not sure how much of it you'll have left seeing as how we are in March. Do we have a deal?" Mr. Gold looked Belle over, and he just couldn't read her. She just stood there for a moment staring at the little tea cup she had just chipped.
"I guess I don't have a choice now do I?" Belle finally resigned. "Let's see today is Friday, so do I start after school?"
Mr. Gold smirked and said, "No dearie, we don't have to start today. I'll give you this weekend to figure out any changes to plans you might need to make."
"Thank you sir. And there is one more thing I've been wanting to ask you, for quite some time actually."
"What is it dearie?"
"What's with the suits?" Belle asked straight out.
With a full fledged smile he responded, "One must always look their best."
First off, we can't have a Rumbelle fanfic without that stupid chipped cup can we? It's sacrilege I say! SACRILEGE! Anyway, I'm going to tell you flat out that I'm not sure how often I will be updating this, what with work and school, but I will try at least once a week. Anyway hope you enjoy, and I do like reviews, so feel free to leave them, even if it's just a smile... or a frown if you hate it lol.