Late For French - (Fransykes)

Chapter 11

A/N: Hi my lovelies, i'm back and sorry about the delay on this story but here's an extra long update for you! :) My trip to Paris was absolutely amazing btw we did everything a touris would go and explore and it was super cheesy but I loved it!! So i'm definitely going to involve a school trip to Paris in this story bc eating crepes in front of the Eiffle Tower every morning is deffo something to write about :P

Also, a new character is added in this chapter briefly (just to clarify) yes, Miss Snow is Hannah Snowdon so please keep your hate comments to yourself about her bc i don't want to read them, thank you. Positive vibes only.

If you don't already know, i've started a new story called Nobody's Home, it's a collab with a friend so you should all go read that if you dig fransykes ;)

Enjoy x

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Oliver POV

"Oliver these are astonishing." Miss Snow preaches as she looks through the number of portraits of Lynn I sketched over the weekend.

"Err, thanks." I shrug, not really thinking my drawings were a big deal.

I was in Art class and I hadn't done a single piece of course work for this lesson since school had started, until now.

Since Mr Franceschi had given me his phone number last Friday I've been doing everything in my power not to pick up the phone and harass him. Just knowing I had his number stored in my phone I had the constant urge to text him. Call him. Anything. I just needed to contact him through my phone with high hopes he would response back and acknowledges my existence outside of school. But I managed to reframe embarrassing myself and hung out at Lynn's all weekend and ended up drawing a load of portraits of her to keep my mind distracted instead.

I guess it benefitted in some way because the work got me out of not getting detention for turning up with an empty sketchbook. Miss Snow was a sweet, shy teacher who had her heart in the right place and would shower any student with positive comments and preach about how important self love is. She was kind of a hippie but a cool one who rarely gave out detentions.

"Seriously Oliver, these are amazing."

I liked drawing a lot, in fact Art was my favourite subject but I was just lazy and never did the work.

I watched as Miss Snow flipped through the numerous portraits of Lynn, they were all of her, well I thought they were until Miss Snow came across a portrait of Mr Franceschi.

"Oh wow, it looks just like him. It even has his eyes." She's says in amazement as she studies the portrait closely.

I may have forgotten that I had sketched a couple of portraits of Mr Franceschi last week. When I have to go to group detention instead of having one to one with him, he tells us to get on with school work and that day I just found myself wanting to draw him, so I did.

"You can see, no, feel the passion that you've put into this portrait." She says, not taking her big pixie like eyes away from the paper.

I snort at her over enthusiasm.

"You mean the passion of hatred I have towards my French teacher?" I sassed causing her to frown at the word hate.