Beauty and The Beast
Chapter 2
**Belle's P.O.V**
"So the answer is seventy-three" I whispered to myself, finishing off my math homework. I hate this subject. But once I'm done I get to read the last part of my book. I closed up my binder and shoved it my cyan backpack before throwing my backpack in the corner of my room. I threw myself on my bed and grabbed my book. I plugged my phone into the speakers and turned up the music. If it wasn't the slow part in the chapter I would have missed my phone dinging from a notification. I looked at my phone, it was Harry texting me. How did he get my number? 'Hey Belle' I ignored it and went back to my book. A few minutes it went off again. When I opened the text it was a video of Harry.
I rolled my eyes at it and went back to reading. Although my mind wouldn't concentrate on the book. I kept going to the strange boy from lunch. How come I've never seen him before. What's his name? If he's new, why is he here? How many tattoos does he have? Why does he have them? Was he trying to hide them? Why was he angry? All the these questions raced in my mind. All of them unanswered. I hate not knowing. All I know about him is he has tattoos, and he hates Mrs. Potts, who is a very sweet mother. My train thoughts were interrupted when my phone went off again. I groaned, not wanting another text from Harry. I decided to pick it up anyway, although it was a blocked number. What I opened it up to horrified me.
**Louis' P.O.V**
I was walking home looking up at the peaceful sky. I hate peaceful The stars were glistening. Gross. All of the upstairs lights were off, all except one. I stopped in front of the different house, I stood across of the street. It was a tan room, with a girl sitting on her bed right in the middle reading a book. I couldn't tell much about her, aside from I saw her reading during school today when I stormed out. I don't know what it was, but I got this urge. This urge to get to know her. To try and be nice to her.
As I walked away from her house I started making a plan. Got to trust my gut, right?
"So the answer is seventy-three" I whispered to myself, finishing off my math homework. I hate this subject. But once I'm done I get to read the last part of my book. I closed up my binder and shoved it my cyan backpack before throwing my backpack in the corner of my room. I threw myself on my bed and grabbed my book. I plugged my phone into the speakers and turned up the music. If it wasn't the slow part in the chapter I would have missed my phone dinging from a notification. I looked at my phone, it was Harry texting me. How did he get my number? 'Hey Belle' I ignored it and went back to my book. A few minutes it went off again. When I opened the text it was a video of Harry.
I rolled my eyes at it and went back to reading. Although my mind wouldn't concentrate on the book. I kept going to the strange boy from lunch. How come I've never seen him before. What's his name? If he's new, why is he here? How many tattoos does he have? Why does he have them? Was he trying to hide them? Why was he angry? All the these questions raced in my mind. All of them unanswered. I hate not knowing. All I know about him is he has tattoos, and he hates Mrs. Potts, who is a very sweet mother. My train thoughts were interrupted when my phone went off again. I groaned, not wanting another text from Harry. I decided to pick it up anyway, although it was a blocked number. What I opened it up to horrified me.
**Louis' P.O.V**
I was walking home looking up at the peaceful sky. I hate peaceful The stars were glistening. Gross. All of the upstairs lights were off, all except one. I stopped in front of the different house, I stood across of the street. It was a tan room, with a girl sitting on her bed right in the middle reading a book. I couldn't tell much about her, aside from I saw her reading during school today when I stormed out. I don't know what it was, but I got this urge. This urge to get to know her. To try and be nice to her.
As I walked away from her house I started making a plan. Got to trust my gut, right?
Notes
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4/4/14