Fallen

10. French

Harper's dad Nick was fluent in French, due to his father's French heritage. Harper was also fluent in French, since Nick taught her at a young age. Because of this, Harper was taking French class to get an easy A.

She sat in her seat as usual. Ivy then walked in and sat next to her.

"You're in French class? Since when?" Harper said, confused.

"Since.. Now? I switched from Latin. It's stupid and weird. No one speaks it, and we have to translate these weird stories about buying slaves?" Ivy muttered, rolling her eyes. Harper was truly surprised Ivy spoke that much, but Ivy was very passionate about things she hated.

Harper chuckled and then smirked, leaning closer.

"Well, in French class we don't really talk about slaves. We talk about baguettes and croissants." She teased.

"Sounds lame. Maybe I should've stuck with slaves." Ivy groaned, not letting herself accept the fact she really moved to French class because Harper was in it.

"Oui?" Harper said, smiling softly.

"Oui oui." Ivy rolled her eyes.

"Eh bien, je suis flatté.." Harper spoke.

"Oh wow." Ivy's brows raised as her eyes widened.

"You learned that from a few weeks of class?" Ivy asked sarcastically.

"Erm, not really. My dad, Nick. He's half French, so he taught me when I was young. I'm fluent." Harper confirmed with a smile.

"Why are you taking this class then?" Ivy said. She had a weird feeling in her stomach. Why did she like the fact that Harper spoke French?

"To get an easy A." Harper shrugged.

"Damn. Sounds like something I would do. You seem too goody-goody to do that. Guess I was wrong.." Ivy yawned.

"Honestly..I'm all for work smarter, not harder.." Harper smiled.

Ivy nodded, holding back a smirk.

As class started and Harper answered and read many things in French, Ivy could barely deny the feeling that she was attracted to this. She tried to get over it. It's just a fucking language, she told herself.

Ivy was asked to say something in French, and she pretty much failed.

"Fuck, I suck.." Ivy groaned.

"It's literally only your first class." Harper said.

Ivy groaned and rolled her eyes.

"So, like. Do you just speak French randomly?" Ivy said.

"Er, not really. I do with my dad though, sometimes cause I don't wanna like.. Forget it? If that makes sense. Hah.. Anyway! Only me and my dad speak it. My brother and my other dad, Charlie don't.. Not fluently." Harper said, annoyed at herself for talking so much.

"Sorry if I talk too much.." Harper said.

"I've learned to tune it out." Ivy said.

"Just my voice?" Harper asked softly.

"Everyone's." Ivy replied.

"Okay.." Harper said.

"Y'know," Harper started, "if you're having trouble with French, I could always tutor you." She suggested.

"Tutor? No, I think I'd rather die." Ivy scoffed.

"Oh. Okay." Harper said, hoping it wasn't personal. The second the bell rang, Ivy walked out of class.