And I picked you

Chapter 2: Do opposites attaract?

"Now that this portion is done. I dismiss the class. Please do not forget to submit the assignment on the Unification of Germany. Merci". The class had ended as Mrs. Badeaux decalred this, the bell also rang.
The students began stretching and preparing for their next class. Some were also speed-running through incomplete homework.

Mrs. Badeaux personally went through the effort to talk to both Eléanor and Oliver.
"Eléanor. I'm extremely concerned about your degrading marks. You barely passed this time, which is all thanks to your mathematics skills. And Oliver, i appreciate for being the top in every subject. While you are still lacking in maths, your marks still remain impressive. I need you both to tutor each other and assist each other. It is my order." Mrs. Badeaux was interrupted with the new English teacher walking in the classroom. Mrs. Badeaux left the classroom. The English teacher wished Mrs. Badeaux with a smile, "Bonjour Madame."
She smiles back.

"Alright, alright students. Please take your seats", said Ms. Ròisin Hawkins in her heavy Irish accented English.
She began her lecture on modals, which Eléanor declared wasn't interesting enough to have her attention.
Meanwhile Oliver was making beautiful notes, with multicolored highlighters and pens.

And oh weren't the students relieved as soon as the bell rang and everyone just left the classroom. Oliver attempted to wake up Eléanor. Eléanor woke up, muffling something under her breath. No one knows what it may be.
She immediately rushed over to her "friends" and asked, "Hey!! Let's have lunch, shall we?".
Many dismissed her with the excuse that they had to go home for lunch or they had to be somewhere. She seemed a little hurt, and suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder. It was Oliver.
"Would like to have lunch?", he asked.
"Would you rather not have lunch alone?", questioned a curious Eléanor.
"I also like to have company once in a while", Oliver smiled.
It was enough to convince her.
"Would you like to dine at Jour?", he asked.
"IT'S MY FAVORITE!!!", she squealed in excitement.
Both of them left the campus.

"Say, do you play any sports?", Eléanor questioned trying to break the silence.
"Actually I'm a rubbish player in every sports. I've been good at screwing up sports", replied Oliver, trying to hide his embarrassment, he continued, "Do you play sports?"
"Oh yeah totally! I'm like good friends with the Football and Basketball teams", exclaimed Eléanor as she continued, "I also practice Kung Fu. What do you like?"
"I like to study and read books. And i love to be a delegate in MUNs, though my shy nature would suggest otherwise", replied Oliver.
They suddenly spotted the Moreau twins. They notice them too.
"Wait is that Eléanor Dufour and Oliver Auclair? Together?" said Frédréc Moreau, left winger in the football team,  with a strange expression.
"Wouldn't she be chewing out heads by now?", added Françis Moreau, center defender of the basketball team.
"Whatcha two doing here?", asked the both of them, smirking.
"Oh mon dieu! Françis, Frédréc, Stop!!! We're just getting lunch!!! It's nothing like that!!", exclaimed Eléanor.
Oliver nodded in agreement.
The twins turned their head, indicating they were (not) satisfied with the answer. Eléanor tried to initiate a conversation, but they dismissed her and excused themselves.

"Why did it feel like they didn't like talking to you very much?", asked Oliver.
"Oh don't worry they're always like that", replied Eléanor.
It led Oliver become a little tense.
"Anyway, I just HAD to point out how beautiful your makeup looks today", genuine thoughts slipped Oliver's mind.
This made Eléanor blush a little as she said in a prideful tone, "Oh I'm not wearing any makeup. I think those who exploit makeup are plastic and fake."
"Wow...Well I think makeup is a form of art and should be appreciated instead of covering up insecurities. That's because i like makeup as an art form", said Oliver.
"Noble thinking there....err? What's your name? Wait I just realized you have a name and I can't keep insulting you to address you, pretty boy", a realization took over Eléanor.
"Well I'm Oliver Dior Auclair. And you might be?", he said.
"I'm Eléanor Gabrielle Dufour. But Eléanor is a really girly name. I don't hate it, i just preferred to be called by my nickname. Call me Elé.", she replied.

They reached Jour and had a wholesome meal. Oliver suggested that they hit the library and get Eléanor to study. She was ofcourse in denial at first. But she agreed to go on the condition they study an easy subject.

"We're polar opposites. I just realized", pointed out Oliver.
"Oui me too", agreed Eléanor.

A/N
So as i said, i will be missing updates because i have exams and other things to manage.
Anyways, i am also thinking of withdrawing this story.
I probably won't do it dirty like Bits and Pieces, but i want to withdraw this story.

Update: I won't be on for quite a while since i have THE most important exams of my life coming up and i gotta prepare. But I'll probably finish this damn corny story (mostly)