In Captivity

Alec's POV

I am so embarrassed, actually scratch that. I am super, mega, utterly embarrassed. I fainted on my crush and she had to drag me to the office. I awoke to look up at a beautiful face, am I in a dream? No, I just awkwardly fainted on my crush. Not just in front of my crush, but, on top of my crush. I sit up.

"Oh, good you are awake. Are you feeling ill?" She asks. I shake my head and stand up. She is with some other boy, very muscular and handsome, but somehow Belle seemed displeased by his company. Still jealousy enraged me and I stormed out into the hallway. I have nowhere to go, standing alone in an empty corridor I then realised I have English in 8A with Mrs Trude. I am not prepared for this.

"Ahh, is this our new boy? Alec is it?" At least she knows my name.

"Yes, Mrs Trude is it?" I smirk. Mrs Trude laughs and points me to my seat, luckily enough I am not intimidated by surrounding boys but unintimidated by surrounding gossiping females. English is definitely my favourite subject! Reading has been my life since I have never been to a proper school, Lumière wanted me to go to a private boarding school, I can afford it but I couldn't stand being that far away from him, it's too late now. I didn't just read though, I was very interested in kidnapping television shows. Crime shows have taught me the ins and outs to kidnapping, I'm not sure that was what they were trying to teach us in these episodes but I could possibly get away with a kidnapping.

The hell that school is, finally ends, but only for today unfortunately. I follow Belle home discretely, she has a nice lifestyle block just walking distance from school, and I'm guessing that is how she is at school bright and early in the morning. I walk home and remember what happened at school today. In Mrs Trude's class a few girls got in trouble for having their phones out in class, one blonde, clueless girl told the teacher she was just reading Beauty and the blog, an anonymous blog updated daily about her fascinating life. I of course was intrigued by this, so as I arrived home I searched for this blog on my phone.

At first I thought it was just your typical teenage girl trying to get liked but then as I read the latest posts I realised this anonymous was writing about me. This anonymous was Belle secretly blogging about her daily life. No one would realise 'Beauty' was her as she was almost an outcast at our school.

School was strange when I found out about Belle's secret blog. In her last post she found me weird so I'm not doing myself any favours. I noticed the boy with her yesterday when I fainted, flirting with her today.

"Gaston, you don't need her... whatever her name is, come back to Laura." One blonde girl winks to this Gaston boy. There is three blonde girls, just as absent minded as Gaston; if they think he is good looking. Belle ignores the girls and Gaston and continues to read. I'd think she would have finished Little Woman by now because she has moved on to a new book.

The day goes by as slow as ever, I leave school early and drive not to home, but to Belle's house. I can see her father working in their backyard, he has a fat beer belly but he looks like a kind man, like Lumière was. I sneak through the gate, I'm sure he won't hear me because he is blaring classical music out of his speakers. I grab him from behind and cover his mouth with a chloroform drenched cloth. He wasn't expecting that.