Welcome to chapter 3! Thankyou for sticking around until now. If there's anything wrong with the French, pls text me. I'm not sure if google translate really gave me the correct translation or not haha.
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French should be illegal.
No offence to all the French speakers, but how in hell do you guys even speak it? I can barely pronounce two words without looking at my teachers disappointed expressions at me.
Mr. Nancy (yes that is his last name) gave us some dumb assignment to do where we had to research one famous French author and learn their history by Monday.
And here I was thinking I'd finish reading The Great Gatsby and play some Xbox during the weekend.
The bell had already rung two minutes ago but this dude was going on about how he wrote a paper about the connection between French Literature and religion when he was in college.
WE DONT CARE.
"Excusez-moi monsieur, jai un," I tried to say with great difficulty, "uh, meeting avec le counsellor."
Goddamn.
Mr. Nancy pinched the bridge of his nose and just stood there for ten seconds and then said, "Well, atleast you tried. Tu peux partir maintenant."
Assuming that was a yes to go to the meeting with my counsellor that I was late for, I said a quick, "Merci" to him and ran off.
Ms. Martin said that there was someone she wanted me to meet; a girl from my grade who was applying to Oxford this year like me.
The first thought the old me would have thought would be, "I hope this chick is hot."
But that's not me now. After the way Jackie played me, I'm not getting into girls now, especially when university deadlines are close. Sure, girls are cool. Especially the hot ones. But I cannot afford to stray away from my one chance to the number one university in the world just because of some stupid girl.
Though I wish the girl she wants me to meet isn't stupid. I cannot handle someone asking every single fucking thing about the whole process like my mother.
Parents need to know that theres something called Google if you want to know about anything. Leave your kids alone, bro.
I ran across the corridors to the counsellors office and accidentally rammed into the door pushing it forward.
Ms. Martin looked up, surprised to see me, along with someone else who was seated across her near the desk.
"Oh Maddox, good you're here. This is Natalie. Shes the one I told you about."
She gestured towards the girl who looked as if she just walked in on her parents doing the deed.
I honestly did not give two shits about the counsellor because all I could think about was this really hot girl in front of me.
Maddox: 1, Bullshit life throws at you: 0.
Natalie quickly came to her senses and put her hand forward, "Hey, Im Natalie. But you already knew that."
The embarrassment on her face made her go pink all over and that was, by far, the cutest thing I had seen today.
Martin interrupted our little moment, "Maddox, now that youre here, I can explain to both of you why youre here. I know that both of you are going to be applying to Oxford this fall to study literature. I thought since your college and course align, you could help each other with your application. You could read some books, discuss about them, build your portfolio together to strengthen your chances of getting into your dream university."
Natalie quickly interjected, "So we're basically going to do everything together? Academic wise?"
"Not everything. Only the things which relate to literature. If you both want, you can write your personal statements together, plan your super- curriculars together. Its like having a study buddy."
"But I dont want a study buddy! I do pretty good on my own," she whined.
"Natalie, you need to socialise. You dont have any friends. This arrangement between Maddox and you might just be the thing that will help you get admission."
I quickly butted in, since this conversation was taking too long. "I think its a great idea to be working with Natalie, Ms. Martin. Dont you think so too, Natalie?"
If I am getting a chance to spend time with a hot chick and work on my application, theres no way in hell that Im passing it. The inner playboy in me was screaming.
After a long pause she agreed.
"Awesome. To begin with, I am going to give you guys a questionnaire to fill up. You will work together on this. It will help you identify your strengths and weaknesses and focus on the areas that youre good at so that you can include them in your statement."
And with that being said, Natalie got up and left without even a proper goodbye.
That girl...
"Don't worry. Shes just a tough nut to crack. But Im sure youll get to her."
I gave her a smile and headed out, with Natalie Campbell on my mind.
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Natalie was loud. Too fucking loud. And for some reason, that was so attractive.
We sat together on the bus, but never really acknowledged each other. She sat with the annoying people who used to throw chits at people saying shit like, "Your mom called me today and told me that I was the best sex she ever had."
At one point in my life, I would probably be the one to say that. But thats not me anymore; at least not someone my father wants me to be.
It was my fathers dream for me to go to Oxford, and slowly, it became my dream as well. Whenever I wanted to give up, or even had the slightest urge, I would picture my fathers proud face the day my acceptance letter came because all I wanted was to make my father proud of who his son has become.
Camerons laugh distracted me from my thoughts. He was laughing at Natalies ass.
What in the world?
A big paper with the words, "Free fucks for 10$" was written and stuck on her beautiful butt.
Not the time to think about her ass, Maddox.
She looked back, Cameron, "Why the fuck are you laughing at my ass? Is it too big for you to fathom so youve just gone crazy?"
"Oh, Nat, Id fuck you for free, my love," he said with a wink.
She quickly put her hands behind and took out the paper and threw it on him.
"I AM NOT TO BE FUCKED WITH, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"
He raised his hands in surrender while Natalie sashayed towards the door.
"That was a dick move, bro" I told Cameron.
"Yo, who do you think you are, huh, Big Shot? Just because you were the school playboy once doesnt give you the right to talk to me that way, do you understand?" he shouted, while the others around him just snickered.
"You guys are a bunch of pussies, you know that?"
Some guy named Earl or Carl made a retort but I was too angry to pay any attention.
What Zeke and Cameron did, were big dick moves. I admit, I have made my fair share of mistakes like these but as much as it pains me to say, Ive become a good boy now.
I diverted my attention to the book, but she kept coming into my mind.
Her baggy Looney Tunes t-shirt with pink stains all over, her gold hoops and her perfect eyes kept clouding my thought process.
I have only had one conversation with the girl and now shes on my mind. And I want her to be there. All the time.
YOU ARE READING
Just the two of us
RomanceAll Natalie has ever wanted in life is to write her own book and get into Oxford. The Oxford part, she can do alone. But the publishing part needs a publisher and that's precisely the area she's been having trouble in. She has been working so hard...
