Painted Faces

Chapter Five

I'm terribly sorry for the wait. i was trying to make it so i would be regularly updating on every Friday but Wattpad hasn't been working for a couple days so here is my update it isn't very long its kind of a filler for upcoming events so i hope you enjoy the corkyness of it (:

oh this chapter is also dedicated toiluvdaisychain because her books A Pirates Kiss are absoluetly marvilous and i sort of keep getting side tracked with reading them whenever i'm working on these <3

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I looked at him completely wide eyed-there in the flesh without a doubt- it was Skylar. What was he doing in France? He must have noticed me staring at him because he smirked at me and said in a French accent “Ah, Madam. It sure is good to see you again. Fancy meeting you here in this lovely city of France isn’t it? Are you here on the school trip?” ignoring his fake accent, which admittedly was very good, I nodded at him and he beamed in delight.

“Exquisite!” he bowed toward me. I was surely getting irritated by his little show. I crossed my arms over my chest and shifted my wait to my other foot “and what are you doing here kind sir?” I asked him in a very bad snooty French accent. 

If possible his smirk grew even wider, showing off his nice white teeth. “why miss sherry, I too am on the school trip to the lovely lands of our marvelous world.” my face fell as well as my arms from their crossed position when realization struck me; he went to our school, he was a performing artist, a very successful one at that he was on our school trip which means we would be seeing a lot more of each other over the next couple months. I groaned in protest and mumbled some inaudible words.

“Madam may I see your room key, you’re seeming to be a little lost am I correct?” I ignored his usage of his accent still and handed him over the key and nodded. He obviously spoke French so the quicker I found my room the quicker I could escape him and him charmingly good accent. Wait what? Never mind….

“Oh my miss, you seem to be on the wrong floor. Your room is on floor number five, oh look its number 475 tsk tsk you should really have been more prepared coming to a marvelous country such as this, follow me my dear and I shall show you the way.”

“Ok whatever you say as long as you drop the accent. Seriously.”

I heard him chuckle as he turned around and pressed the up button on the elevator. We rode up in silence and walked down the hallways in a terribly uncomfortable silence as well. It wasn’t until we came to a halt that either of us said anything. 

He walked over to a door and slid his room key telling me he would be right back he needed to get a jacket he was going out on the town to get something to eat or something all I could think about though was the fact he had a room on the same floor as me.

When he finally came back out I was even more annoyed at him then before “can we please hurry up? I’m extremely tired.” he gave me my card and began to walk away “wait where is my room?” I asked frantically worrying I offended him so he wasn’t going to help me. 

“That one right there” he pointed to the room next to his. 

My eyes widened as I looked from my room key to the door. They were the same, awesome I had a room right next to him for… “How long are you staying here?” 

“All week, isn’t that lovely? We get to be neighbors for six more days, well ill see you around love.” he tipped his invisible hat to me while he bowed, I couldn’t keep myself from rolling my eyes as he continues his French gentlemen façade. 

“Marvelous.” I tried to return in a sarcastic French voice but I quite obviously failed. He got the idea though, scoffed and walked away. Leaving me there in the hallway with my thoughts. 

Once I had gotten into my room thrown my shoes off into a corner with my bag I plopped onto the nice comfy cool bed face first. I’m not sure when but I must’ve fallen asleep because I awoke to an awful racket coming from next door. I groaned into my sheets in protest.  Reluctantly I sat up and whipped the slight drool away from my mouth, when I became more aware I noticed it was some weird rap sounding music but the words I couldn’t make out. They were in French of course, wonderful my annoying next door neighbor was a fan of French rap.

I let myself fall back into my sheets hoping that someone else would complain about the loud noise, possibly the neighbor across the hall or on the other side of his room. After about ten minutes I gave up on going back to sleep and ran out of my room without even putting shoes on, starting to bang my fists on his door. When I did so his door creaked open, I wonder why it wasn’t closed all the way and continued inside to my annoying neighbors room.

He was standing in the corner by a couch on top of a coffee table, doing the air guitar, in his boxers and singing as loud as he could in French along with the rap song. I tried extremely hard not to laugh since his back was towards me he had no idea I had actually walked in on his little show. I lightly sat on the edge of his bed near the door where I came in, just watching him make a fool of himself.

Near the end of the song he was still dancing around on the table like a dork swinging his hips and booty popping I was having an extremely hard time not bursting out laughing.  The last verse came on and he was head banging when the table flipped over causing him to go crashing down to the hard wood floor. There was no way I could’ve possibly withheld my laughter any longer because his face was absolutely priceless as he cursed under his breath. 

Tears were streaming from my eyes I was laughing so hard. He turned to me when he heard me laughing looking completely mortified, but he quickly recovered and his face acquired a heavy smirk as he inched forward on the ground in a crap-walk. Every time I tried to catch my breath and calm myself down to speak I looked at him and quickly started laughing shortly there after.

“Are you done yet?” he said flatly to me when I had finally controlled my laugher except for an occasional snicker. But I just nodded my head in agreement to keep from laughing I kept my eyes to the floor, studying the suddenly interesting way the wood changed from dark to light and the natural swirls from the tree it had been in.

“Sooo…. What are you doing in my room? And how did you get in here?” I chuckled slightly before catching myself. I sighed and stated rather matter of factly “your door was open and your blasted music woke me up. Is that French? Who listens to French rap? I mean at this time anyway?” his smirk only grew bigger. “Why I do mi cheerrrrri” he drawled out using his fake French accent again. I looked at my phone to check the time. “At four am?” I asked doubtfully.

“why yes madam it helps to awake me for the morning and I thought that since I had this entire floor to myself-well except for you that is- that it wouldn’t bother anyone that i’m listening to it” I’m not really sure if I heard what he said other then the fact him an I were the only ones on this floor. “What?! We are the only ones on this floor? For this entire week? And I have to share a room next to you?? Man then this ruckus this early in the morning absolutely has to stop I need my sleep man!” I threw my hands up in frustration and started walking towards the door.

I turned around before closing it, “oh and nice booty popping by the way.” I said and winked at him, his face fell and I thought I saw a hint of a blush come across his face. I chuckled softly as I shut my door and stormed back into my room. Great I just had to survive a week in this place with him. Ill just make sure to stay out and a bout the city until my friends get here, whenever that is. That’s it that’s my plan.

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