French Teacher

Chapter 4

It was morning and I just arrived at school.

I'm still failing french.

I can't do this...I just can't do this.

I don't want to sound mean, but Mr.Beaumont is just so useless. I can't handle this anymore. I desperately need a new tutor. Hot guy or not, I need some good grades...bad. I mean, with Mr.Beaumont, I'm going nowhere.

Damn, and that promise...That promise that I made with my mom...It's haunts me. It haunts me whenever I would hear the word; 'french'

Not only do I need to improve at french for myself, but also for my mom. I don't want to disappoint her. I hate seeing that depress look on her face. It kills me, really it does seeing her like that.

And this is all Mr.Beaumont's fault...

"Hey Penny!" I heard a familiar, distrubing voice.

I spun around as I forced a cheerful tone in my voice, knowing that this is already him. "Yes, Mr.Beaumont?"

I stretched a smile. "How may I help you?"

"Give this to your french teacher." He tossed me a dark, brown envelope.

"Why? What's this?" I eyed curiosly at it.

"It's just something that he asked me to do. Give it to him, alright?"

"Sure, but what's in it?" I wondered as I tried to peek inside it.

"Even if you would look, you still wouldn't understand it. It's french."

Well, I would. If you had been teaching me like you should that is...

"Fine." I rolled my eyes. "But in return, you better teach me properly at our meeting this afternoon."

"Okay." He shrugged. "If I would be in the mood."

"ERGH! Don't 'if' me! You do it!" I demanded.

"Since when do you shout at your teachers?" He crossed both his arms.

"When they're pissing me off!" I spat. "I'm tired of your lazy butt Mr. Beaumont. I need to learn something! It's the whole reason why my mother hired you!"

"Come on, aren't you happy that you got a hot teacher like me?" He raised a brow as he attempted to touch me.

In an instant, I immediately dodged his touch.

"Take me seriously!" I shouted. "If you're not going to teach me, then I'm not giving this!" I shoved that envelope agaisnted Mr.Beaumont's chest.

"Wow, little Ms.Lesbo is being a tough nut, isn't she?" He just grinned at me. "Okay, fine I'll teach you."

"Really?" I raised a brow before crossing my arms over my chest.

"Yes, really."

It took me awhile in staring into Mr.Beaumont's eyes, wondering if he was telling the truth. Oddly, he did the same but with more confidence.

"Fine." I sighed as I gaved in. "Give me that." I took a step as I grabbed the envelope back from Mr.Beaumont's hands.

"Thanks a bunch." he said.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. But you better make sure that you're gonn---"

Suddenly, my phone chimed.

"Hello?" I answered. "Oh yeah...Sure...No, I wasn't...Fine."

It's Kim. She's asking me if I was waiting for her outside the school.

While I kept talking to Kim, Mr.Beaumont just kept staring at my phone.