𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝑜𝓎

chapitre 3

"I-i g-go by R-ryan." I stuttered nervously, already feeling the butterflies being unleashed and swarming around in my stomach.

"Brendon here will show you around, and hopefully make you feel welcomed." Miss linda sais before brendon directed me to follow him. I grabbed my bag and stepped out the office, the boy following me close behind.

"You're not from here are you?"
"W-what m-makes you think t-that?" I attempted to reply sarcastically.
"The accent, i say it's french."
I nodded shyly. "It is."
"So you're from France?" He asked, to which i nodded. he continued, "Dude that's so cool."
"I-i guess." i shrugged

Brendon led me down some hallways, before stopping in front of a locker.
"Locker 57, all yours. Here's the combo." He smiled handing me a paper with number scribbled on.
"Go on, put your stuff in." He encouraged me, while i slowly nodded and did as he told.

I punched in my code, and threw my backpack inside.
"Then, when you have free time, you can personalize it, but i recommend you don't, everything falls off like in the next month." I giggled at his comment, to which his smile grew.

"Come on, ill show you around." Was the last thing he said before he brought me around the school, indicating me every classroom and handing me my schedule. Before i knew it, the bell rang, and he had to leave for his home room, while i had to find mine.

After finding my locker, and getting my books for the first couple of periods, i started my search for Mr. Quinn's class.

I slipped into the room, hopefully unnoticed and took a seat at a free table. As i absentmindedly tapped my fingers on the table, a blue eyed boy approached me.
"Hey, do you mind if i sit here?" he asked politely. I turned my head to face him and shook my head with a smile.
"Thanks." he beamed at me, taking a seat and extending his hand.
"The names Spencer." He introduced himself, as i hesitantly shook his hand, still not 100% comfortable with american customs.
"Ryan." I managed to say, without my thick accent.
"I haven't seen you around? You new?" He asked, i simply nodded before he continued to bombard me with questions.
"How long have you been here?"
"Where you from?"
"What do you like to do?"
"You don't talk much do you?"
I let out a laugh at his last question, which brought a smile to his lips.

"I just got here, i'm from France, i like anything to do with music, and i'm just not exactly comfortable with english." I explained, hoping he'd understand the french accent and the french word.
"Sweet, i don't have many friends, close to none, so maybe we could like..?" He hesitated. A huge smile graced my face as i said happily.
"Would love that."
"Just so you know, i have my eyes out for this guy, he's really tall, so if you're in any way gay, uh.." He trailed off, realizing he'd just said his secret to a guy he'd just met.

"No problem, you deserve the man of your dreams." I smiled reassuringly, which made him sigh in relief.

A/N; it's a custom in france that when you greet people you kiss them on the cheek (the number of kisses depends on the region(at least that's what belgians due and we're highly influenced by french culture)), even if you've just met the person it's the polite thing to do. So i just thought i'd include this.

*waves awkwardly goodbye*