French Teacher

Chapter 22

"Anything that isn't Kalvin Beaumont."

Kalvin's a flirt. That's something I know about him for a very long time but today- I just completely confirmed it.

Being a victim of his charms was never a plan for me. It's something I didn't want to be, nor do I want to be captived by him.

It's a hard thing to control. I know. The guy's handsome and anyone would drool over him.

I'm not gonna lie; there were times I thought I would. Yes, he's that handsome. If there were things I was going to proudly declare; then not drooling over Kalvin is one of them.

I've succeed so far, and just by thinking  on what Kalvin does sometimes, helps.

He's not my type.

It's true.

I do fine him attractive, but it's totally different from my idea man. It's a fair declaration, am I right?

He's not my type; but it doesn't mean I hate the guy. I do dislike him sometimes though. For the things he do and say. Like the question he just asked me. Now, that's a perfect example.

Don't you think it was a little too flirtatious and overly-disturbing?

Yes, I know it's a joke; a tease, but those types of things aren't my thing. I hate them. I mentioned them a couple of times and being asked by a question like that, even from a hot dude, wouldn't change my opinion about it.

"Figures." Kalvin huffed, showing me a muse smile.

I gave him a sarcastic smile; the one that makes your eyes squint with a quick nod.

"I know you do." I said, turning back to my paper with only fifty-eight french words on it.

I ran my hand up to my hair, trying to concentrate again and think of any french words I know.

"But Penny," Kalvin spoke, sounding like he couldn't keep it to himself anymore. He stood up, and sat really close to me. Our arms touched, and I could feel the room's temperature increasing.

I sniffed, and glanced at Kalvin through the corner of my eye. He's looking at me, his unreadable impression was there.

"If I'm not your type," he said. "then what is?"

I sat up straight; feeling my hands go numb and nearly dropping my pen on the table.

I took a breath, and gathered all that was in me just to answer that single question.

"Kalvin," I said, making my voice sound serious as much as possible. "just shut up and let me get atleast to a hundred french words, will you?"

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I was looking through my stuff to look for some specific CDs. Those CDs contain music that I'm currently craving in the moment.

"Where the hell are they?" I whined to myself, having to look through my drawers for the fifth time.

"God," I huffed frustrationally, tapping my foot, and wondered where they could be. I took my time in calming down, but once I was able to gather my thoughts straight--Lloyd.

Dinged in suspect, I stormed out my room and decided to head over to Lloyd's place which was only ten feet from my house.

"Penny, hey." Lloyd's mom, Janice, beamed widely at me. Since Lloyd and I were so close, practically family, his parents and mine didn't really mind us barging in their house anytime.