"𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝?"
"𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝!"
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
in which gaston's daughter falls for the most unlikeliest of princes
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On the second day of school, Georgiana accompanied Carlos to the Tourney field. He and Jay had made the team, but because Carlos wasn't as athletic as Jay, Ben had offered to help him improve. While they did some warm-ups on the field, Georgie sat at the bleachers and slowly worked on her Chemistry homework, which Evie promised to look over when she was done.
Every now and then, she would look up from her notebook to check on Carlos' progress. He wasn't great at the game, but Ben was being quite patient. Georgie thought it was very sweet of him to be so helpful. Before long, she realized that she was just staring at Ben and she quickly looked back at her work, her cheeks red.
The next time that she looked up at them was because she heard Carlos screaming. The blonde boy was running off the field with a small dog chasing after him. Knowing how scared he would be, Georgie left her homework and ran after him. Ben was chasing after Carlos too, but Georgie easily passed him from all the running she did on the Island.
"Carlos!" she shouted, trying to get him to calm down. She caught up to him just as he climbed up a tree. The small dog sat at Georgie's heels, and they both stared up at the boy.
"Carlos, it's okay," Georgie said, though that didn't help him calm down.
"Ben? Ben!" Carlos called, trying to get him to help.
Ben finally caught up to the two and stared at Carlos in the tree, surprised.
"Ben, help me!" he said, pointing at the dog. Ben leaned down to pick up the dog while Georgie put a comforting hand on Carlos' arm. "This thing is a killer! He's gonna chase me down and rip out my throat. This is a vicious, rabid pack animal!"
"Hey, who told you that?" Ben asked, walking over with the dog in his arms.
"His mother," Georgie muttered, sighing.
"Cruella?"
"She's a dog expert. A dog yellerer," Carlos said, eyeing the dog. "Why are you holding him? He's gonna attack you!"
"Carlos, he'll be okay," Georgie assured him.
"Carlos, you've never actually met a dog, have you?" Ben asked.
"Of course not."
"Dude, meet Carlos. Carlos, this is Dude," he introduced. "He's the campus mutt."
"He doesn't look like a vicious, rabid pack animal," Carlos murmured, slowly coming down from the tree. He slowly stepped closer to Dude but kept a tight grip on Georgie's hand. She guided his hand until he gently pet the dog. "You're a good boy, aren't you? You're a good boy."
Georgie smiled, glad that he was giving the dog a chance. She scratched behind Dude's ear before stepping back and letting Carlos hold him.
"I guess you guys have it pretty rough on the island." Ben glanced at Georgie, who looked away. His gaze lingered on her cheek, which was covered back up with makeup, before looking back at Carlos and Dude.
