On the day of the Farewell party.
The auditorium was filled with claps and shouts as the Seniors were being senti, after a heartwarming speech.
"Jaden!", exclaimed Eléanor, noticing his girlfriend Joëlle a little later on, and gave a hesitant wave to her. Joëlle Blanc, the only child and next to inherit the famous fashion line "Blanc", smiled back at her.
"It's so sad to see you go", continued Eléanor with a puppy-eyed face. Jaden Collins, an American transfer, who survived a massive regional war and lost his father and little brother, and an honor student, couldn't help but chuckle. "It's not like I'm leaving Paris anytime soon", he chuckled. All three then suddenly burst into laughter, and said their farewells.
Joëlle reminded Eléanor that she must leave as classes were about to start soon, as Eléanor nodded in hesitance.
Eléanor, with her lazy dressing sense and carefree attitude, was running in the hallway. She accidentally bumped into Oliver Dior Auclair. He removed his black mask helped and didn't hesitate to help her.
"Are you okay?" he asked in a shy voice.
"Oof! I'm fine, now imma go to my class, and you go yours and let's forget this ever happened ", replied Eléanor in an annoyed tone. Their eyes met. Eléanor immediately scurried over to her classroom.
"What?! How can a guy be so pretty?", she thought to herself.
"A woman? Has she always been this handsome? Yet she still has such long and beautiful hair....You mustn't have such thoughts, Oliver!"
Eléanor immediately scoffed off that thought and entered her class.
She sat down, threw her legs on the table, immediately took out her switch, threw a chewing gum in her mouth and started playing.
This "ignorance" of her annoyed Chloé Boucher, the child actress prodigy. Her pride in her femininity is the danger here. She muttered to Eléanor in the stereotypical mean girl French accent, "Eléa Dufour...Do you THINK this is acceptable?!"
"Whatever child actress", replied Eléanor while putting her legs down the table and putting on her hood, but continuing to play on her switch.
The class went as soon as the homeroom teacher Mrs. Aurelia Badeaux entered the classroom. Eléanor noticing this change in the environment, turned off her switch and discretely placed it in her bag. The class greeted her and she started taking the attendance.
Her sharp eyesight spotted Eléanor chewing her gum.
She exclaimed in a furious tone, "Mademoiselle Eléanor! Such behavior shall not be excused!"
"But professeur!", Eléanor interrupted.
"Uh non non! No interruptions! Spit it out!"
"Fine...Désolée professeur..."
Eléanor left the classroom with a gloomy look, removing her hood.
She returned to find her teacher assigning roll numbers and partners.
"Settle down. I better not see this behavior again", said Mrs. Badeaux with a cold tone.
"Understood professeur." replied Eléanor.
The door opened with the shy voice of a heighted young man. He was wearing a soft cardigan and black pants. Removing his black mask, he asked, "Professeur, may i please get in?"
Mrs. Badeaux looked at him with a cold look and immediately questioned, "Monsieur Oliver, where have you been?"
"Être désolée professeur, i was held back by the MUN committee. I promise i won't be late again."
"Sit down", replied the teacher.
Some girls were whispering. He was certainly good looking, not masculine, but was rather feminine and pretty.
"Oh mon dieu! He's so cute!"
"Yeah girl! you're so right!"
One of them even winked at him.
This maddened Eléanor. She said, "You know, pretty boy here can hear you. Better keep those nasty thoughts to yourself."
"Merci...", replied Oliver.
"Quoi?! You heard me pretty boy?!"
"Yeah...", he chuckled in his soft voice.
"Look. I'm not nice because i want your attention or anything. I was just uncomfortable with how they were objectifying you. We don't owe each other nothing. Get off my nerves", she said in her tiger-like demeanor.
"Understood ma'am", he said ending the conversation.
"So number 12 Eléanor and number 32 Oliver will be partners for all activities which require partnership", declared Mrs. Badeaux.
"Mhm...? Atleast you're not a girl. They're too much drama", said Eléanor in a disinterested tone.
"It's alright if you would rather partner with someone like Françis, Frédréc or Piérre. They're so much better than me", continued Oliver.
"Well even if we wanted to change partners, we can't do anything. Better get along than fail everything with arguments", said Eléanor.
"Yeah...Let's say a fun fact about each other to get along better", suggested Oliver.
"I'm not other guys/girls"
They said in a sync.
Author's note
I didn't make the characters stereotypically annoying and pick me because i wanted to keep the humane aspect of each of them. But they're still pick me's, alright? And again correct me if i went wrong with the details.
Another thing is that the names, events and occurrences aren't real, but based on real life things.
And thanks for waiting <3
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RomanceYou'd think if the "Pick me girl" and the "Pick me boy" clashed their worlds, it would end it disaster. But it's the opposite for Eléanor and Oliver, whose worlds colored due to each other. They helped each change for the better just by being there...
