Horse Eyes

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Jean's pov

The amount of jet lag I'm going to get these next few days is going to be insane and it doesn't make it any better that the semester starts in...

wait oh my fucking god it's Saturday and classes start Monday

well at least I have time to hang out with Sasha and Connie

I think I see them over there...wait who is that h/c girl in front of them


As I walked closer to them the words coming out of the girl's mouth became more distinguishable. She just called me horse face...well to be exact she said "OHH wait I remember now. The one with the horse face right?"


I guess this is how I'm being welcomed back


"Bruh I just got here and I'm being called horse face already?" comes out of my mouth as an instinct. It wasn't my first time being called horse face but coming from a stranger it was more insulting.


The words that came out of my mouth startled the girl since she suddenly jumped and slowly turned around to face me...damn I'm glad she did because

She was beautiful

For some weird reason, the next thing that came out of my mouth was


"Je pense que je viens de tomber amoureux"


Fuck me and my French mouth


Yn's pov

What did he just say?

I turned around and this man said some weird shit in French


I laughed awkwardly and responded with a "What?" so I don't sound rude


He...Jean immediately turns red and starts to look around in panic


"Oh sorry I got so used to speaking French, it came out naturally. What I said means hi nice to meet you in French," he says with a tense smile. He puts out his hand and waits for me to shake it.


Oh well, I mean that would explain it since from what Sasha told me he was in France for a whole year


Before my hand goes to him to shake it, I reply with "I actually know a bit of French!"


Maybe he will feel more comfortable knowing I understand a bit...


"Uh...shit you do?"


"Yea, ready? Bonjour."


...okay maybe a "bit" was too much of a reach


"That's it? I was not expecting that. "


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