Different (Zouis) BACK!

Chapter 10

Heyyaaa!!!

We will continue this story in where we left off. Kind of...

On to the chapter.

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Louis's POV:

"Mr. Tomlinson" I hear a voice call my name and by the volume of the tone, the voice is near me but it sounds like if it were far away. Why is that?

"Yes?" I hear myself think but the words don't seem to come out of my mouth.

"Mr.Tomlinson!" The same voice calls getting closer but I still don't manage to get any thing out of my mouth and my eyes are of no help. All I see is a blurry figure in front of me. What is this? My vision seems to get better and better but the picture is still not clear.

"MR.TOMLINSON!!" The voice is followed by a big slam near my head witch causes me to perk up. And I see a classroom? Shit I'm still in class. I turn my head to see a rather confused Jack. I turn my head once more and in front of me is a very angry french teacher. How did I get here? All I remember is me admitting to myself that I like Zay-. No I cant say his name or I will become as red as a- Nah I don't do similes... I will just use the word 'him' to replace his name.

"Is my class that boring?!?!?!?!" The teacher says.

Wow, hes so mad that if you put the angriest person next to him, that person would look like a little pony. That's how bad it is. I managed to get two teachers mad at me and its only second period... Go me.

"No sir." I say. I look around the class and my eyes meet his. He stares and starts laughing at me, it looks like if he were trying to hide his laughter, so he turns his head to another direction.

HOW DO I LIKE THIS ASSHOLE???? I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING I SAID OF HOW 'He showed me how to believe in love' or some shit close to that . The only thing he makes me believe in right now is fucking embarrassment.

"So if I'm not boring then please take my favorite love poem that is in french and read it out to the whole class. And so if anyone cant hear you from your place please go to the front of the class and read it to them from there. Thank you."

"Umm...ok" Since I'm the 'popular' or 'bad boy' as they say. I never put much effort into class so I can keep my reputation going, however, before my dad, my mom had a french childhood friend that soon became her boyfriend and they lived in France together for some time, so my mom knew and spoke fluent french when I was born. She thought it was an important language so she showed me french since a young age. Now I'm a fluent french speaker but since i've shown no interest into the subject everybody probably thinks I'm stupid at this or something.

"The poem is on my desk Mr.Tomlinson." The teacher says as I reach the front of the class.

I grab the piece of paper and before starting I take another look at the class and there he is. Sitting with arms crossed over his chest and slouched back in his chair smirking, waiting for me to mess up. Well sorry to disappoint, buddy.

"Now please in lighten us with your brilliance Mr.Tomlinson" The teacher says. For a guy, he is a real bitchy mother fucker.

I take a deep breath and start: (Pretend he says it in french please XD)

"I've loved you since I met you,

Though there's nothing I can do.

You've really hurt my feelings,

And I deserve better than you.

I thought you said you loved me,

But I guess I heard wrong.