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Foreign Girl

It was Thursday, 10:00AM when unfamiliar, a pretty short looking girl walked over me and my best friend Khalil to ask a question. "Salut! Pourriez-vous me dire où est le bureau du principal? (Hey! Could you tell, where is the principal's office?)" she asked tenderly and picked up her eye glasses better over her nose. We looked each others confused and then the girl who was still waiting for us to answer her question

"Excuse me? Do you speak English?" Khalil got finally a question out of his mouth but he didn't reach the connection with her. It felt like there would have been a huge wall between us. "Je.. tu.. vi es.." I thought back the French classes which I had taken in the middle school but my skills had rusted a bit since I haven't had a situation to use it. But seemly I should have

She looked us asking still a few seconds before she turned other way and went ask help with other students which gave that information to her which she needed. "Why you didn't answered her anything, dumbass?" Khalil groaned and punched me against my rib. "Why you didn't?" I sent his own question back to him

"Don't worry man because I will. That girl was so hot" he said and made me roll my eyes. He was right, she looked hot, hotter than any of those girls from our class actually

We moved to our English class and sat on our seats. We grabbed our books from our backpacks before our teacher walked inside the class with a familiar looking girl by her side. "Good morning, class! We have a little guest here, Y/N. She's our new exchange student from France" she told and smiled for us and then gave a one for Y/N. So that was her name, Y/N. Y/N, I rolled her name in my mouth. It sounded good, Y/N. "You can go sit next to.." "Me!" we yelled in unison with Khalil and Mrs. Daniels gave us both a confused look

"Samantha" she finished her sentence and turned back on her laptop where she opened the material of today's class. "Open your book from page 67.." she told and started teach us

"Do you speak English, Y/N.." Samantha was asking before Khalil decided interrupt her. "No, she doesn't" he told and got a confused gaze from her classmate. "And how do you know?" she raised her eyebrows asking before she turned back to Y/N. "Because she didn't talk to me" I felt want to correct him, she talked to US but I decided let it slide

"Well that's not new. I mean you're maybe the most annoying guy in this whole school that it's just good if someone is clever to stay away from you" she smirked and I'd have wanted to start laugh but I contained myself. Samantha's comment was a big hit for Khalil but he would be fine and forget it pretty soon

"Same to you, Sam. I'd ever hang out with slut like you who has slept with almost all teachers of us to get better grades" or then he would be paying back like that. Samantha went in red and let her head fall down. "Yeah, just like that. Shut your mouth before you'll let out anything else back" Khalil chuckled and smirked for Y/N who looked to be totally outsider of our thing

When the school ended I drove back home, did my homework and ate some lasagne which my mom had made. After that I went watch some TV and when I closed it, the clock showed already almost 8PM

I moved to my room changed clothes and laid on my unmade bed. I opened Whatsapp and noticed that someone has added a new people to our group chat. My heart took a few extra beats when I realized who it was

Y/N looked so good in her profile picture that I'd have almost liked to save that picture to my phone and watch it when I.. okay maybe we won't go in more accurate details

When it was 9PM, I decided close my phone and try go to bed. I pulled the blanket over my body and aslept with thought of Y/N and I walking hand by hand in the streets while people would stare us. Thought of Y/N being my girlfriend