𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝑜𝓎

chapitre 6

a/n thanks to anyone who actually reads this and puts up with my lazy updates so like thanks dudes.

The week went by faster then I had expected, it was all basically the same as in France except with a little american flare.

I decided to join theater as it's something that was always interesting to me, and turns out, the other french girl, Madeleine, is also a part of the club.

My friend list is short, it's only limited to Spencer an Madeleine, although I am getting to know this kid named Patrick who's pretty nice.

As the week went by, I also noticed my crush for the black haired boy grow. He sits in front of me in math, which is perfect since I hate math and I usually just spend the class staring at the back of his head.

Im currently in french class waiting for the bell to ring so that I can spend my next period staring at the back of brendon's head, in a totally not weird way.

Once the class ends, I almost rush to my next class, but my rushing is stopped as I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and I'm met with those angelic brown eyes.

"Hey Ryan, you're good at french right?" He asked to which I nodded.

"I really need some tutoring and you seem like the best option." He scratched the back of his neck while waiting for my response which came quickly.

"Yeah! Sure! I'd love to!" I exclaimed which earned me a mental slap from myself.

"Great, I'll give you my number in math and we can forgot the best times, sounds good?"

"Sounds perfect, like you." Of course I said the last part in my head I mean what kind of idiot would I be if i said that out loud.

"Cool, come on let's walk to class together."

I nodded and looked down as we walked to math class as I felt a huge blush dust my cheeks