"I will know him, soon. And we'll see."
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A week later...
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French class is interesting, but French is very difficult, Rue thought as the whole class struggles to introduce themselves in French in front of the classroom. She stayed up all night to memorize her script and she had only two hours of sleep yesterday. She hopes her hardwork is worth it.
It's her turn now.
Bonjour Monsieur Samson et mes amis. Je m'appelle Rue. J'ai dix neuf ans. Je suis étudiante en faculté de Devry. J'adore jouer le piano. J'aime écouter les chansons de anglais. Je suis contente maintenant. Merci. Salut.
Good day, Mr Samson and friends. My name is Rue. I'm 19 years old. I'm a student in Devry University. I like playing the piano. I love to listen to English songs. I'm happy right now. Thank you. See you.
'Why did I say I'm happy right now? That wasn't in the script!!!!' Rue thought to herself, hoping Mr. Samson wouldn't ask her anything about it.
"Pour quoi vous êtes contenté?" He asks. (Why are you happy?)
She could feel her cheeks warming. 'I'm dead now'.
"Parce que... parce que.. " (Because... because..)
The whole class laughs at her even though they don't really understand what was going on. 'Better that way. Or else it would be more embarrassing.' Rue thought.
"Parce que elle est très belle." (Because she is very beautiful.)
A voice cuts through the noise, saving Rue. The whole class quiet down suddenly.
'What?' 'Someone just saved you, idiot. By calling you beautiful.' Another voice jumps out in her mind. 'Must be someone famous. Or the class wouldn't have silenced themselves.'
"Oui, oui. D'accord, Monsieur James." Mr Samson dismisses her while smiling and her cheeks blushes scarlet.
She sits down, her mind processing the things that just happened.
"Je m'appelle James..."
Rue couldn't focus on James' presentation. She looks in the direction of the voice just now and found Chaol playing with his phone.
'Impossible. Chaol couldn't have had said that. Oh yeah, James. James would be the one. Damn James. Am I supposed to say thank you or punch him in his face so that he can't show off his stupid face anymore?'
Her gaze turns back to James who had just completed his se presenter. He sees her and winks at her before sitting beside Chaol, fishing out his phone and taking a quick selfie. She felt like punching his mischievous smile.
'Wait. Why is Chaol here?' Rue had never saw Chaol taking French in these three weeks that she had been here. Maybe James dragged him in. She smiles as she imagines the picture of James dragging Chaol which is somewhat funny.
Her phone buzzes, breaking her concentration from her thoughts. She takes out her phone from her jacket pocket, glancing at the screen. Some unknown person texted her.
She pinches her eyebrows together into a frown and opens the message.
UNKNOWN: Rencontré-moi à la bibliothèque.
(Meet me at the library.)
RUE: Qui es-tu?
(Who are you?)
There was a moment of silence. Then her phone buzzes again.
UNKNOWN: I'm watching you.
Rue looks around, finding everyone focusing on the presenter and texts back.
RUE: Where are you?
UNKNOWN: Lunchtime. Library. Right corner. Bye.
Rue is getting frustrated. 'This stupid texter didn't answer my question properly and yet dares to ask me to meet him 'if it is a he' without any reason. Grrr.'
Who is this person to mess her around?
Before she could text the unknown person back, Mr Samson comes and stands beside her desk, holding a hand out to her. The message is clear as day. Phone. Now.
"Please pay attention to the presenter in front." Surprisingly, Mr Samson could speak english without any French accent.
Rue switches off the phone and hands it to him, her cheeks warming again as she realizes that the whole class is watching her now.
She is really going to kill the unknown texter when she sees him in the library.
And James, for embarrassing her in front of Mr Samson.
Now that she won't get her phone back until the end of the day, plus she'll get a lecture from Mr Samson when she has claimed her phone back, she is so, so mad at the person. And who's to say that her French marks wouldn't be deducted? 'Damn it. I love my life soo much.'
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Introducing James, the image above!! He's awesomely gorgeous and what's sad, I absolutely have no idea which artist or model portrayed him.
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