The HOT Or NOT Project

12. Mon dieu!

12. Mon dieu!

We were ditching the fourth period for ice cream. I didn't want to go back to school and face Ryan.

I did slap him, but he deserved it. Nobody goes around punching Chase. I'm the only one who has full authority to beat the shit out of him. I mean, Ryan and I (Amara) aren't even dating, so he doesn't have any right to be jealous and possessive. Who does he think he is.

"What're you thinking about?" Chase asked.

"Ryan the asshole." I muttered.
"Chill out. It was just one punch and it didn't even hurt much." Chase tried to reassure me.

"You're 'being tough' act isn't working on me. I know that punch must've hurt like a bitch." I stated.

"Okay, yes, it did. My face is ruined." Chase whined. And there ya go. Always the vanity freak.

"It was anyway ruined from the start. The bruise doesn't make any difference." I chuckled.

Chase feigned a hurt expression, "Mai, you broke my heart!"

"Mai? I haven't heard that nickname in a long time." I muttered.

"Yeah, because I stopped calling you that- crap- when did I stop calling you that?" Chase eyed widened with shock.

Mai. That was the nickname that chase had given me the day we met as kids. He would call me 'Mai-a' but thought of it as burden, so he shortened it to Mai.

"You stopped when you joined the football team and became popular." I answered. Chase and I had our tough times. Some really bad tough times. The main one being him becoming popular in no time and me becoming the social pariah. He thought that it would affect his popularity status if he hung around me. We generally drifted apart and he lost the power to call me 'Mai'. Our older sisters played a huge role in getting us back together. We were literally locked in rooms together just so we could talk it out by our beloved sisters. They even went so far as to book a trip to Disneyland for both of us. That really did the magic.

"I was an ass, Maya." he muttered, "Sorry- Mai."

I smiled at him. It felt good to be called that again by him.

I looked at my watch and nearly screamed. We were going to get late for the fifth period and I didn't want people to start getting suspicious about mine and Chase's whereabouts. Mainly, Ryan.

"Let's go." I got up from my seat and walked out towards Chase's car. Him following me close behind.

*******

We were back in school. I was literally running on the hallways to get to my class. Out of nowhere I slammed into something, making me fall on my butt.

"Oww! My ass!" I hissed at the pain shooting up my backside.

"Mon dieu!!" I felt someone grab my arm and haul me up from the floor.

I looked up and met beautiful green eyes, "What?"

"What what?" Zack asked, confused.

"Uhh, mow due? What does that mean?" I asked, my lack of French vocabulary was now unnerving. This dude knows another freaking language and I'm just like 'Speak I English'. Now that shows my English vocab too. I mentally chuckled at my weird thoughts.

"Ohh that! It means 'My God'" Zack answered, "I don't think I've introduced myself. I'm Zack Chambers."

"Ma-Amara Jones." I corrected myself. I'm still not used to introducing myself to people as Amara. And I've also never formally introduced myself to Zack before.