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vii.

alexander saint laurent
perspective

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"HELLO, MON AMOUR." I smile down at the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

In my eyes, Louise Eleanora Lennox was the most beautiful girl in the world. And if someone were to say that my opinion is flawed then it was simply their eyes which were flawed.

"Alexander," she murmurs, narrowing her eyes at me. I always wondered how I got butterflies every single she said my name. "Stop smiling like a fool."

"But I'm a fool for you," I frown. It was true. I had been a fool for her ever since I met her for the first time. We were seven then. She pushed me off the chair. I fell off the chair and I fell for her as well.

"Right," she murmurs, letting out a faint chuckle, "What are you doing here?" She arches an eyebrow, "This is my French class. You don't belong here."

"Please, mon amour," I snort, "I am French. I belong here. And with you."

She looks into my eyes with her beautiful blue eyes, "You are French, Alex. Hence, you don't need to be in this class. But on the other hand, I do."

"Why do you need to even learn French, mon amour?" I snort, "You have me. I can always translate everything for you. You just need to take me along with you."

"I speak nine languages, Alex," she chuckles, "Including French. I'm only in this class because I need to be in one more class. And I rather be in French than do Calculus."

"Ah, of course," I murmur, "But numbers are so fun. I love Calculus. Even though I'll always say yes to everything to say, I can't agree on that, mon amour."

"Mhm, right," she laughs, shaking her head.

I was willing to go on my knees as long as I could hear her laugh.

"So where's your French teacher?" I arch an eyebrow. "It seems like you might not have a class after all. Rather than participating in this class, you can hang out with me. Either way you're doing French," I grin at her.

"No," she says rather too quickly. "I rather sit than walk around and waste my energy. It is tiring."

Typical Louise.

"Alright," I nod, "Since you don't want to walk around, how about I carry you around?" I smile, "That way you won't be using your energy at all, mon amour."

"That does sound a good option," she hums, glancing at her Cartier watch, "If the teacher doesn't enter the class within five minutes, I'll skip."

"Good girl," I pat her head with a smile on my face, "So what convinced you? The fact that I'll be carrying you in my arms?" I arch an eyebrow, teasingly grinning at her.

"Oh, that sounds dreadful," she grumbles, "I just wanted to walk around in the garden and get some fresh air."

"With me," I add.

"That was optional," she reminds with a small glare.

"Right, mon amour," I laugh. "So would you like to grace me with your beautiful presence as I take a walk in the garden?"