My French Tutor•Mashton

Chapitre deux

Michael's POV
I was walking back from school, because my house is not that far away. Sleeping With Sirens were blasting from my earbuds, while my head was bobbing to the beat of the music. When I looked down to my phone to change the song, I felt a muscular body collide against mine. What the...? I look up, and see a really cute guy looking me right in the eyes. He is wearing a bandanna, his hair is long, but not long enough to consider girly. His slight smile is captivating.

"I am sorry. Me is new. I talk french." The heavy accent gives out that he is French. And also his English. But mostly accent. Wait, it can be the new boy... who is also French... and maybe even my new tutor.

Oh, boy.

If that mess of hotness will be tutoring me, I won't even mutter out a 'hello'.

"Uhm, I name Ashton. Me go to school there," Ashton said pointing to the hell I am studying at for 3 years already. His accent is so fucking hot. "Me new." of course you are, babe.

Babe?

"Oh, hey Ashton. I'm Michael." I extend my hand for him to shake, but the boy moves closer, and kisses my right cheek, then proceeds to do the same with left one.

Oh, fuck me.

"Ashton, can I give you a tip?" He can't to it with any guys at our school. They will flip the fuck out. No, it's not jealousy. Too early for that. He nods, and smiles.

Damn that smile.

"Don't kiss, erm, be friendly like that. People don't really understand it here," He nods sadly. "I sorry. I not mean bad. Me feel bad." Now, I feel bad.

"Oh, just do it with me if you really like that tradition. Don't be sorry, Ashton. It's cool." I tried to make him feel better. He should be comfortable around me if he's going to be my tutor.

"Oh, are you Michael Clifford?" My name sounded kinda hot with french accent.

"Yeah, that's me,"

"Me tutor you french, oui?" I think "oui" meant "yes", or something.

"Um, that's right. I am really bad, so you'll have to work with me," I laughed, but it was all true.

"I understand all, but no speak good," I smiled at him, which was unusual for me. Since I got out of the closet, people were looking down on me, like I was a piece of trash. My two best friends - Calum and Luke. No, they weren't dating each other, but they both did have girlfriends (each had one, of course). Theresa was Cal's girlfriend, and Olivia was Luke's.

They were all cool with me being gay. Olivia said it was really cute.

"Michael?" I was torn out of my thoughts by clueless Ashton.

"Yeah?"

"Your hair awesome and cool. I like it." Ah, even his smile was sweet.

"Thanks, Ash." Will he be fine with this nickname?

"Mikey. That's what I call you." Ashton's smile was radiating with happiness and also... joy. It was pretty cool making someone smile. Well, I didn't make him smile, my name did, but whatever. I still did it.

"Okay, that's cool with me." I flash him a toothy grin.

He flashed it back.

"Mikey?" His thick french accent was evident.

"Yes, Ash?" I questioned back.

"How age you are?" I can help him with his English if he wants to...