Break the Chain

4: Such Beautiful Eyebrows...

A/N: All French will be translated at the end :)

"Bonjour tout le monde! Aujourd'hui, on va commencer le passé composé!" my French teacher, Ms. Rake, said as she entered the class. And again, the class moaned and groaned.

What was with these people? Do they all have angina or something?

Ooo I know where your minds went. Get out of the gutter!!

Anyways, Ms. Rake passed out conversation worksheets and let us talk normally to our partners. Luckily, mine was Jack.

"Um....que-est ce que tu a fait hier soir? Je pence que ça c'est correct haha," I asked. My French was usually spot on, but I always downplay it. I hated bringing attention to myself.

Social anxiety is a bitch sometimes.

Correction: all the time.

"Après je suis allé au Starbucks avec toi," he paused for a laugh, "j'ai dormu."

"Haha moi aussi! Je n'aime pas quand-"

"Ok les mecs. Je pense que nous savons l'idée de passé composé. Tu peux dormir ou lire. Mais un peu de son, si tu veux perler. Merci," the younger woman said. She walked back to her desk with the homework our class did last night.

I think she was the youngest teacher at this school. I could tell she was the kind of person that rode their bike everywhere.

"Good we can study math. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna fail that test," I saw Jack pull out the trigonometry study guide from his backpack beside me.

"It's really simple! If the angle is opposite of the hypotenuse, you use either sin or tan. As simple as that," I explained for the millionth time.

"But how do you know that?? I can barely remember what sin, cos, and tan mean!"

I pointed to my brain, "Photographic memory, my dear Watson."

"Ahh yes, the classic mental pictures, Master Holmes," the boy said in a posh British accent. I could get used to this guy. He's pretty funny.

Wait, who am I kidding? He'd never like me. One look at my hand, and our tiny friendship could go down the drain.

Fuck.

"Well I don't know how else to explain it. I can help more afterschool, but I don't know about the test tomorrow. Sorry," I shrugged at the same time the bell rang.

"Well how about another Starbucks day?" Jack raised one eyebrow.

And what a beautiful eyebrow it was. Such nice arches and such.

"Um.......what about eyebrows?" he awkwardly shifted beside his locker.

Dammit I said that out loud!

"Nothing. I just have to um, arch my mom's eyebrows. Yeah, that's all. Sorry, I can't go to Starbucks today," having a nosy mom was a pain in the ass sometimes.

"Oh I understand. Thanks so much for helping me so far, though. Haha I truly needed it!"

"Any time, bruh," I softly punched him in the arm.

Jack pushed himself into his locker like my punch sent him there.

"Really? I knew I packed a punch, but not that much," I blew off my left fist like a smoking gun.

"Hey do you think I could text you. Y'know, so we can schedule more tutoring meetings," he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

"Sure! Then I could help with homework if you need it," I pulled out a little sheet of paper and handed it to him after I wrote my number.