𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 - 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

❦ christophe x reader - perfect ❦

(anyone wanna choke me like that) ^

"Well class, we have a new student today, her name is (Y/n) (L/n)!" my new teacher -- Mr. Garrison -- said all bubbly to the class. I slammed the door and crossed my arms. I already fucking hated it here.

"Please introduce yourself." he asked which caused me to roll my eyes. I took a quick look around the room and everyone looked bitchy and like a loser.

"You already know my name, so there's no point in saying anything else." I sighed. "Can I sit down now?" I muttered, slumping my shoulders.

"Sure, you can sit by..." he looked around for a bit until his eyes landed on a boy who was asleep and a larger boy who was laughing. "You can sit by Christophe and Eric. Boys, please raise your hands." I gave an annoyed expression because there were literally no other open seats except that particular one.

"They don't need to raise their hands, there's only one seat open anyways." I said sharply, waking over to the seat. Mr. Garrison cocked his head, then went back to teaching his pointless lesson. Everyone who sat around my desk looked at me as I walked down the stuffed aisle.

"Someone must be on her period..." the chubby guy next to me mumbled, giving me an intimidating smirk.

"Oh, someone must severely obese." I mocked. A boy in an orange hoodie started snickering and other stifled a few giggles.

After a pointless lesson about god knows what since I hadn't been paying attention, lunch came around faster than I expected. Thank god, though, I had enough of the fatass's bullshit who sat next to me. So did the half-asleep-half-awake guy to my right.

"Hey, you're (Y/n), right?" a skinny girl who wore a horrendous yellow skirt and a purple coat to go with it said to me as she walked up to the table I was sitting at said. The cherry on top was a pink hat, more like a beret though.

"Yeah, and?" I shook my head slightly, widening my eyes.

"Do you want to sit by me and my fr-"

"Save it." I cut her off. "I don't want to hang around annoying bitches like you." She scoffed and put a dramatic hand to her chest. She walked away from me with a 'hmph.'

Two boys suddenly sat down across from me once I finished watching the other girl go away. I'm guessing it was the one earlier who was asleep and then his blond friend.

"Can we sit here?" the blond asked with a small smile. I squinted my eyes, giving both a steady look.

"No." I said and they both rolled their eyes and sat down.

"Zee, I told zou she's a bitch." The guy with black hair said. For a second he caught me off guard with that hot accent of his. I cleared my throat and rolled my eyes.

"Shut up! Just let me talk to her." the blond boy whispered loudly. I gave him a weird stare and he just stared back.

"What do you two want?" I asked, taking a bite of my sandwich. Honestly, it tasted pretty bad.

"We," the blond emphasized the 'we'. "Want to be your friend." The blond said and smiled. I suddenly started to laugh, because no one wants to be friends with the me, the new 'bitch.'

"Trust me, no one wants to be friends with me, I'm a bitch." They both gave me a steady look and I started to feel uncomfortable upon their weird gazes.

"Well, if we get to know you more, you won't seem like a bitch." The blond suggested. I turned my head to the side and out of nowhere, I started blushing. The blond smirked while his friend looked at me with curious eyes.

I started to hang out with those two, known as Christophe and Gregory, a lot more, and I got to know them , and they got to know me. I actually opened up to those two because I actually felt like I could trust them. They weren't like any of the other guys at that dumb school, (thank god), especially Christophe.

"What do you think we should do later? How about we go watch a movie?" Gregory asked and Christophe rolled his eyes.

"But we went to a movie last week. What is ze point?" he questioned, then emphasized using his hand. I shrugged and nodded.

"Yep. And the movie was fucking terrible." This time, Christophe nodded and Gregory rolled his eyes. Gregory then mumbled something under his breath.

"See, I told you I was a bitch." I wiggled my eyebrows and nudged him, smirking.

"But you're my bitch." Gregory said and and patted my head.

"Nah, you're my bitch."

"Oh, I didn't mean it like that!" he said I flipped him off. "Anyways," he mumbled then rolled his eyes. "I was thinking about what you were saying yesterday." I felt my eyes start to widen, "Y'know, that guy you said you liked." Gregory smirked. I felt like wiping that stupid smirk off his stupid face.

"Shut up, blondie." I growled with my teeth shut.

"How about you, my dearest best friend Christophe?"

"What do zou mean? All ze girls in ze school are sluts. Zey hang around one boy for sex and when zey are done, zey go to ze next boy zey can find."  I nodded eagerly. "Zey are all cock sucking bitches, just like God." I laughed. Hearing him rant about God was quite interesting, but funny.

"What about me?" I teased and leaned closer to Christophe.

"What about zou?" Christophe asked, turning and looking at me with a casual smile. "Zou're perfect." He said quietly. I felt my face stat to redden but I just kept walking alongside them. I didn't really bother to hide the fact.

This was probably the first time I blushed around the boys. This time, wasn't intentional. It just came out of nowhere and I thought he was going to call me a bitch, too. But I have to admit, I did grow some feeling towards him. His messy black and dark chocolate eyes, they were quite beautiful, if I say so myself. God, I just want him to choke me- (lmOAOAO IM SORRY I HAD TO INCLUDE THAT)

"W-what?" I stuttered, which was the first time, too.

"Zou are beautiful. Zou are not a slut like ze rest of ze girls here, and zou are a bit bitchy, but I like that." He said, with a nonchalant look on his face. But he was still smiling that hot smile of his.

I looked over at Gregory, who had his hands up in defense. "Did you know about this?!" I whispered and he smirked.

"No, I can't trust zat god-worshiping-bitch with anything." He said while he put the cigarette to his mouth and then let out he smoke. I giggled as Gregory laughed too, but he sounded a bit hurt.

"You know what?" I asked and they looked at me. I moved over to Christophe and grabbed his collar, and forced his lips onto mine. Luckily, he didn't resist.

"See, zou really are perfect." Christophe pulled away and said, but pulled back in. You could hear Gregory laughing in the background.

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(edited and rewritten june 4, 2019)