Musicals x Reader / One Shots

Monsieur la France : Regina George x Male Reader

Requested by: Mally-Wasnt-Here
Word Count: 2590
Musical: Mean Girls
Warning: None.
Premise: You are the new guy at North Shore High School. The new guy—from France. You're arrival sweeps through the school and once it reaches the Queen Bee herself, she is eager to meet you. Luckily for her...she just so happens to be struggling in her French class and knows just the guy to ask for help.

(ALSO DISCLAIMER: I've never taken a French class in my life. My school only offered Spanish. So basically I'm getting everything from translation websites and we all know those aren't always accurate so....I'm so sorry if the French in this isn't completely correct...I'm using the resources I have available to me. I'm going to stick to pretty basic French words so the translation app I have has a .1 percent higher chance of actually getting it right. ANYWAY, ENJOY!
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"Did you hear?" Gretchen asked eagerly leaning herself over the edge of the lunch table slightly as if to whisper a secret. "About the new student? He's French! Well....he was born in America...but he's from France!"

Karen's brows twisted in confusion, "So...he's Ameri-ench..?"

"....He's an American from France." Gretchen explained again blinking a few times. "He was born here in the US but his family moved to France when he was a kid."

Regina rolled her eyes picking at the school's food. "We all know what you mean, Gretchen. How do you know so much about this new kid anyway?"

Gretchen situated herself back in her seat frantically trying not to make it seem as if she had been spying on the attractive newcomer. "I-I've just heard stuff about him. I also heard...He's really nice. Like really nice."

"So..if he's from France. Does he like....even know English?" Karen asked wide eyed finding the knowledge of the foreigner's arrival incredibly intriguing.

"Oh my god, Karen...yes! He knows English. He was born here! Obviously." Regina snapped before looking at Gretchen to confirm.

"Um actually...I don't know if he actually knows English—"

"You mean you know everything else about him—about how he was born here and how he moved away to France, yet you don't even know what language the kid speaks?!"

Gretchen shrunk down in her seat trying to find the words to explain her reasoning. "W-Well....um...l-like I said, I've only h-heard about him! And seen him walking in the halls. I haven't a-actually heard him speak yet—!"

Interrupting Gretchen's explanation was a boy, who even Regina had to admit was incredibly attractive. Seeing him standing at the edge of the table in silent confusion knowing their conversation was about him, made Gretchen begin stammering more in an attempt to make up for her embarrassment.

"Hi! Do—you—speak—English...?" Karen asked speaking slowly. "You're—in—America!"

"I'm pretty sure he knows that, Karen." Regina covered her face embarrassed to be associated. "But seriously. Do you speak at all?"

"Of course I speak. And yes, I do happen to speak English." You grinned. Ever since you had arrived at this new school for the first time that morning, you had been getting this same reaction from everyone. Girls were already hanging off you like you were wearing a magnet. However, these three were at least amusing.

"See, I knew he spoke English. So—is it true you just moved here from France?" Regina questioned cocking her head to the side in intrigue.

"Uhh, yeah actually. First day here."