Lost In Paris

Chapter 5*

Chapter 5*

But.....She Likes You.

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(Quick A/N: I want to remind you that Kaytee knows no French whatsoever. The English interpretation is for y'all. Mainly so you don't have to go to google translate and figure what they're saying to each other. I used bing translator and google translate. So please don't hate me, if it's not correct Also, I know that 'Nameless boy' is referring to Kaytee as his girlfriend, but they're NOT dating. )

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The girl we'd ran into was bouncing around like she'd found gold.

She smiled and stuck out her hand.

"Bonjour, mon nom est Jessica."
(Hello, my name is Jessica.)

Oh, great. A French girl. Only nameless boy could speak French.

Nameless boy smiled and stuck out his free hand.

"Bonjour, je ne peux pas te dire mon nom, car c'est un secret. Vous pouvez m'appeler Ryker, c'est mon dernier name. Oh, je suis désolé c'est ma petite amie, Kaytee."
(Hello, I cannot tell you my name, for it  is a secret. You can call me Ryker, that is my last name. Oh, I'm sorry, this is my girlfriend, Kaytee.)

They could flirt right in front of me and I'd never know.

I felt a tug on my arm.

Nameless boy was looking down at me with a concerned expression on his face.

"Princess, this is Jessica. She doesn't speak English, but she can understand it."

I gave Jessica a look over. She had rainbow colored hair, hazel eyes, and she looked around the age of nineteen.

Ha! That means she could be a year older than nameless boy. He'd probably still date her anyways.

Jessica spoke once more.

"Je peux vous dire beaucoup I' aime. Ne Votre petite amie parlent français?"
(I can tell you love her very much. Does your girlfriend speak French?)

I'm pretty sure they was flirting, and I don't like it at all.

Nameless boy shook his head.

"Malheureusement pas."
(Sadly, no.)

She smiled and looked at me sympathetically.

Did I honestly look like I needed sympathy?

Apparently.

I glanced up at nameless boy and tugged on his arm. He looked down at smiled.

"What's up, Princess?"

"Can we leave?"

He nodded and looked back at the French girl in front of us.

"Nous devons laisser à présent. Au revoir."
(We must leave now. Goodbye.)

Before we walked away, she grabbed his arm.

"ATTENDRE! Ici que nous rencontrons    Peut demain? J' aimerais voir
I' établissement deux d' entre vous ma ville."
(WAIT! Can we meet here tomorrow? I would love to show both of you my city.)

At that moment, I wasn't trying to decipher her French.

I was looking at how her fingers were  locked on nameless boy's arm.

I clenched my fist, and started breathing a little bit heavier than I was before.

Nameless boy glanced down at me.