“Wow. The “She’s different to the rest speech” already. This is getting serious.”
“I don’t know, dude. She does a lot of crazy things.”
“Yeah, like the way she use a fork when she can’t find a comb.”
“What do reckon, Adam?”
The trio glanced over at him but Adam was too absorbed in his book to respond. “Adam,” detto John a little louder. Aladdin cleared his throat, loudly and Adam looked up. “Sorry, I was miles away.”
“Yeah, we can see that,” grinned Hercules, stretching.
“What are te reading, anyway?” asked John.
It was the Tenant of Wildfell Hall. Adam showed him. “Whoa!” Aladdin sprang to his feet. “We didn’t have to read that for English, did we? They’re not making us to extra reading, surely?”
“No, it’s for Book Club,” Adam explained.
“Ah! So te finally joined, then?” Aladdin grinned. “You took your time about it!”
“It wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain brunette with hazel eyes, would it?” teased John.
“Shut up,” Adam replied, going back to his book.
Aladdin winked at the others and stretched, lazily. “Ah, we can’t blame te if she is your reason, Adam. She is pretty fit.”
Adam looked up, sharply. “What?”
“Belle; she’s hot.”
“I’d say she was a bit out of your league, though, mate,” grinned Hercules, folding his arms.
“Really?” Aladdin chuckled. “Coz, te know, I was going to see if she wanted to hang out sometime or-”
Adam got to his feet. “Or...what, Al?”
“Well, te know...we could maybe do a little bit più than hang out...”
Adam stepped up to him. “Belle’s not just some tart te can sleep with and then dump, Aladdin Street! If te ask her out, you’d better treat her with respect.”
“Hah!” Aladdin leapt back with a grin of triumph. “I knew it! te do like her!”
Adam flushed. “Maybe. What’s it to you?”
“I think someone’s in love!” Hercules teased, nudging John.
“Ah, leave him alone, guys,” detto Flynn, who was reclining on his bed, attempting to do Maths homework. “Seriously, Adam, mate; if te do like her, te should at least ask her out for a drink o something.”
“It’s not that simple,” Adam sighed, sinking back onto his own bed. “Belle doesn’t flirt, unlike the girls te lot fancy,” he gestured to his friends, “and she doesn’t stalk boys, unlike Ariel. I can’t always tell what’s on her mind so easily. What if she doesn’t like me in that way? It would be really awkward.”
John whistled. “Wow. The “She’s different to the rest speech” already. This is getting serious.”
Adam ignored him. “I like being with her, ok? If I asked her out and she detto now, how could I keep being her friend then? I think I’d just like to leave things as they are for now.”
Flynn, ever loyal, didn’t break his promise to Belle, weaken and tell Adam that she did have feelings for him. “Yeah, just take it slow. See what happens.”
“Yeah, it’s probably for the best,” agreed Aladdin, soberly. “Don’t just rush in there, Adam.”
“Says the man who can’t stop flirting with gelsomino Dove!” Hercules scoffed, shoving him. “Been stealing fiori from the school grounds for her again, Al?”
“Whereas te just fall in Amore on the spot and admire her from afar!” Aladdin countered. “What was it te were up to in English class; poesia writing, wasn’t it?”
“Ah, te two know nothing about romance!” John smirked. “It’s all about listening and communication; and playing the part of the gallant hero to win the girl over.”
“No, it isn’t.” Everyone looked over at Adam, who hadn’t looked up from his book, but was listening even so. “It’s about listening and communication, yes; but the only way to win a girl’s cuore is to mostra her what you’re prepared to do to be with her. It’s about sacrifice.” He looked up at his friends. “Say you’re in a position where te have the girl but te have to let her go so she can be happy, even though it’ll make te miserable. Would te do it?”
“What; when te have the girl already and you’re happy?” John scoffed. “No way!”
“Then it’s not love. If te care about yourself più than her, it’s not love.” Adam flipped a page of his book. “Reading’s taught me that much.”
“Well said,” agreed Flynn, struggling to divide 870 da 42.
Meanwhile, Belle had finished her book, along with the Tenant of Wildfell Hall, and was on her way to the biblioteca to return the libri and borrow something else. She felt lightheaded and breezy in light of what her Friends had been teasing her about. Maybe it was true. Maybe she was smitten with Adam. What a fool she had been the first time she had met him to think that he was beastly when he was really kind and gentle and lonely. And he was now her friend.
She was halfway along the corridor to the biblioteca when she heard Gaston’s voice around the corner and stopped dead. Ever since her precedente encounter with Gaston, she had been avoiding him completely when she wasn’t with Adam o someone else she could feel sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza with. Thinking quickly, she ducked into a nearby classroom.
To her surprise, it wasn’t empty. It was an Art room and the walls were covered in photographs and postcards of famous painting, some of which she recognised from books. There were a few painted pots and sculptures here and there. To her surprise, someone was inside the room, making a sculpture.
“Hello,” detto Belle.
The girl jumped and looked up at once. “Oh, hello.”
“We’ve not met yet. It’s Ariel, isn’t it?”
“Yes, and you’re Belle, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
They smiled at one another. “What’s that?” Belle asked, looking at the sculpture.
Ariel blushed as red as her hair. “Oh, it’s...a guy here...at Disney High.”
She moved and Belle saw it now. “Oh! Is that-?”
“John Smith, yes! Isn’t he dreamy?”
“I guess,” Belle smiled. He was, in a conventional sort of way. “You like him, don’t you, Ariel?”
Ariel blushed again. “How can te tell?”
“Ariel, no offence, but it’s pretty obvious. Did te only unisciti the Book Club to be near him?”
She nodded. “I know, I know, people say I’m stalking him but, well, the truth is, I’m in Amore with him and he never looks at me twice.”
“Oh, te poor thing,” detto Belle, sympathetically.
Ariel hesitated to sculpt John’s nose into the proper shape. “I heard about Gaston, da the way. That he tried it on with te in the alleyway. I’m sorry. I know what that feels like.”
“What? te mean, he’s tried it with te too?”
Ariel nodded, sadly. “The horrible thing is that I let him. I thought it was Amore at the time; until he turned around and left me for some pretty blonde girl named Odette in the successivo village. I hate him.”
“I’m so sorry,” Belle whispered.
Ariel shrugged. “It was horrible but it was ages ago. I’ve moved on since then. te will too.”
Belle smiled. “Can te keep a secret?”
“Sure thing.”
“I think I already have.”
“You like him, don’t you, Ariel?”
