In the middle of the class Arnold came with his face reeealy close to me and told me in the ear:
"Tu n'as pas pu m'éloigner de moi?"
You couldn' t ger away from me?
"Je pense que tu ne pouvais pas être loin de moi."
I think You, couldn' t get away from me.
He smirk.
"Peut-être que si tu ne me suivais pas partout, tu ne serais pas là à m'attendre."
Maybe if you followed me everywhere, you wouldn' t be here waiting for me.
"Comme un bon chien."
Like a good dog.
Like a good dog?
"Eh bien, si je suis pour toi un bon chien, alors tu es ma bonne merde."
Well if i'm to you a good dog than you are my good shit.
His smirk vanished from his god damn face and the last sentence he told me was:
"Les chiens mangent leur bonne merde. Si vous ne savez pas."
Dogs eats their good shit. If you don' t know.
Fuck him!
I turned my head away from his "pretty" boy face.
He just laughed and i waited to the end of this class.
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