Didn't You Know What It Meant?

Chapter 3

So here's the next chappy.

I know it's really not going anywhere at the moment but I'm still trying to figure my head around this plot. :D Don't worry. I'll get it done soon enough.

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I'm gonna shut up now. So here's the next installment.

Ch 3 

Songs I Listened To: 

Bleed - Evanescene 

Gives you hell - All American Rejects 

Move Along - All American Rejects 

I wanna - All American Rejects

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A shrill high nazal sounding sound blasted through me, making me jump at the loudness of it. I looked around, suddenly seeing the corridors come to life Surely that's not what they had for a bell. It was horrible. How could they stand it so much? I leaned against the wall as people bustled past me, determined to get to their classes it seemed on time.

I had never seen almost everyone want that. It had only been the geeks really. I couldn't help but be a little scared now. My eyebrows knotted nearer each other as my lips pouted slightly. I would have to become like them now if I wanted to fit in. Or else, be an outsider which would just not suit me at all. Especially when I was used to having so many people like me.

My hands gripped my bag tighter as the corridor quietened down to a few stray people running to their classes, a face of horror on them. I frowned as I took a step out of the wall, wishing someone could have knocked into me like in all the movies and helped me to my class. Scratching the back of my head, I took a deep breath, continue to walk until something caught my attention.

I could hear the sounds of french coming from one of the opened doors and a big grin spread on my face. This had to be it. Ha, and they were so bad at it. I mean, who doesn't know how to say fruits they eat and like. Feeling a little smug at how good I was going to be at this, I walked up to the door and knocked loudly.

Somebody who was at the front of the class turned and raised an eyebrow at me. I frowned. Again with the expectant look. 'I am meant to be here it says. Do you eh know where Mr. Williams?' I told him, the confidence in my voice failing to show now. Damn me for getting intimidated by his looks. Not that they were bad.

In fact, I found it hard to stop myself from staring at him. His hair was cropped short and his pale blue shirt molded into his abs perfectly, as if it was meant for him. And his skin was flawless as far as I could see, so tanned like after a holiday and it complimented his eyes well. There was something in his eyes though, a hint of amusement?

I cocked my eyebrow at him when I realized this and the class burst out laughing. The blush crept up my cheeks. This wasn't fair. And the guy won't even answer. All I wanted to know was where the teacher was. His voice, so confident and smug, finally emitted from his mouth. 'I'm sure it says Sargeant on that schedule. And yes, the new student. Am I right? You're in my class.'

I felt all eyes on my reaction as my jaw drops. He was the teacher. Oh my god! But he only looked at most 19! After a few seconds of this, the class's bout of laughter broke me from my shock. I snapped my mouth shut and nodded my head. There was only one seat left and that was right at the back, next to the open window. Hmm, perfect, I thought, knowing a view would be needed if they weren't doing anything challenging.

I started walking in quickly, before a strong grip pulled me back by my arm. It felt like my arm was on fire by the touch. I gasped before turning to glare at the Sargeant. How dare he man-handled me. Didn't he know I could sue him for that. It was highly inapproriate in my country.  

'Where do you think you are going?' he asked loudly in my face as my eyes widened.

'I-I-I go to my seat,' I chocked out, the silence from the room filling me up. My heart was racing at this but I didn't know why. Maybe it was because I was scared shitless at this situation. Or maybe it was because this was a whole new level of embarassment. Either way, I was not liking it one bit.

'And you were not going to introduce yourself to the class for being late?' he sneered the last part of the sentence, his voice turning to an ugly tone. I was shocked at this hostility. I pulled away but it was useless. His muscles were too stong for me to break his grip. I returned again to glaring at him before sighing. I could not glared long at that face. It was just to perfect for me to hate it. Though, that didn't mean I didn't hate the person behind it.

{I am called Latita and I am fifteen years old. My family and me used to live in France, but, unfortunately, I live here now. I am an only child and I do not like being manhandled, Sargeant.}'Je m'appelle Latitia Beaufort et j'ai quinze ans. Ma famille et moi habitions en France, mais, malheureusement, j'habite ici maintenant. Je suis en enfant uniquement et je n'aime pas être brutalisé, Sargeant,' I replied, my fluent french rolling off my tongue. It was my native language after all.

Unlike english, which I was still struggling to grap hold of. I looked at him a smug way as I saw my fellow class mate looking stunned at how I knew so much more french than them. Clearly, they did not understand what I had just said. He let go of my arm and I stumbled back from the harshness of this.  

Sargeant- nil, Latitia - un{one}. 'You may go now,' he told me, giving a steel look. I straightened my bag back on my shoulder and rubbed my arm. I hate to admit it but it felt so cold now where he had held it.

I took my seat and remained quiet all the way through, just content with watching him teach the class. It was mixed the ages. I guessed a couple of ones at the front were around 17, while a lot of the others looked 16. There was another two girls and I tried a smile when they looked my way but it wasn't easy when all they returned was disgust. What had I done?

When the bell rang, I jumped. I didn't want to go away. Hearing my language being said by his confident voice, watching how animated he got when he was teaching and seeing his mood go all sullen when nobody could answer had been fascinating. I pouted as I picked my bag up and found my schedule. It seemed to me, that I had now got to go do my english class.

A groaned escaped my lips as I walked into the jungle of the corridors. Where the hell was English? And then my answer arrived. The answer that made me jumped at the closeness of the voice, in my language. I turned before my eyes widened. What-how-when-where? I just let out a silent  Oh, as his cocky smile returned into my eyes.

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Now I know it's a bit short this time, and it really needs proof reading. But I have reason. I've just done it at my work experience and I really can't concentrate well either. 

But it's done, so that's that.

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