Carmen walked through the class corridor with sweaty palms. Making it obvious that this is her first day at school as an 11th grader.
She kept her eyes low, with her mind scrambling thinking of her friend's dad that she met before leaving Paris, he was the light of her life.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, she never got a chance to talk to him and now she took it as a forgotten memory.
"Oh, sorry!"
The words came out of her mouth, there were no thick French accent on her tongue and that is an advantage for her.
She fell flat on her butt. With the short skirt she was wearing, her bare thighs was revealed but not thoroughly.
"Oh, damn it." The person sigh loudly, before squatting down next to Carmen
"It's okay you don't have to help-"
"Now my papers are all messed up." The man get his papers in his hands and stand back up on his feet
"Oh, you need help?"
The man extend his hand, he raised a brow while waiting for Carmen to grab it. Her bare thighs didn't caught him off guard which was unbelievable.
Carmen bats her cartoon eyes to the stranger then she realised that he was beautiful than her friend's dad.
"Mon Dieu."
The man's brown eyes and thick eyebrows caught Carmen off guard, lowering her gaze to his lips was a bad move because now she can't focus on getting up.
"Well, then."
The man turned around and walked away. Carmen spotted a glasses in his pocket and therefore she knew he's a teacher. That explained why he was quiet cold to her.
After 2 minutes of brisk walking, she entered the class with eyes on her and she was not amused by it.
"You're late, Miss Levefre."
The familiar voice didn't surprise Carmen very much, the cliché happened one too many time and she remember how cold he was.
But then she realised how Jimmy called her by her surname, did he do a research on her?
"I'm so sorry. I was lost, Sir." Carmen bow her head
Jimmy's gaze was lowered down to Carmen's legs and he noticed a scratch on her shin
And that made him feels like a douche. Therefore he told her to find herself an empty seat
Carmen sat next to a blonde girl. She look at her with a smile on her face and lipstick in her hand
"I'm Angela. You?" She whispered and lean closer to Carmen
"Uh, Carmen."
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Diablo [Jimmy Fallon]
Fanfiction"Why does it hurts when I think about you?" 37-year-old Jimmy Fallon used to be an ordinary and happily married teacher until he met Carmen, an extraordinary 11th grader. She was the French girl who set his heart aflame from the first day she entere...