Two weeks after the "library", I went across the hall to another class.
What was French.
Yes, French.
We have two languages: English is one and another we could choose from French and Spanish.
Of course, I choose the more difficult one, but not because it is difficult, but because French is the language of love.
And I like it.
I know Lord won't come to French because he's smoking somewhere behind the school.
With other students.
But today he came.
I was sitting alone in the last bench and there were students in all the benches, so no one who came had a place to sit, only there was a free seat next to me.
The teacher was talking about new grammar in the French language when someone walked in with a loud sound of a door slamming against the wall.
Well, no one expected that someone to be the Lord.
"Arnoldes? Où étais-tu?"
Arnold? Where have you been?
"Je parlais France avec un ami pour m'amelioreur en langue française."
I was talking in French with a friend to improve my French language.
Arnold knows French very well.
In all subjects, he only has good grades in English, mathematics and French, he will repeat the year in the others.
"Eh bien, c'est bon si tu t'améliorais en langue française alors maintenant va t'asseoir."
It's okay, if you have improved your French, sit down now.
"Oui Monsieur."
Yes sir.
He found the last place to sit with his eyes.
Next to me.
His gaze was just plain cold.
He sat down next to me as his scent hit my nose.
Nice.
It was like.....like home.
What the hell?
I don't recognize myself now.
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Teen FictionHe was the first boy that i was in love. And the last. No one ever stoled my heart like him. He was the end of my world. My heart was made for him. But were his made for mine?
