School

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I walk to the bus stop with my heavy ass bookbag full of school supplies and kiss Olivia in the cheek before I board the bus.

Soon wolf whistles and exchanges of winks occur. A lot of guys patting the seat begging me to sit with them, I take a seat next to a really handsome guy and wave to him.

He pays no mind and continues staring out the window.

The next stop comes up and another attractive male comes on the bus he goes up to where me and the other guy are sitting and says "déménagement vous êstes ma place nouvelle fille" (move you're in my spot new girl)

I grab my belongings and give him a death stare and sit with the other English foreign exchange student.

I know it sounds weird but I felt something between me and that French kid, but judging by his jackass friend, he's a popular preppy kid.

Me? Just the foreign exchange student.

We arrive at the HighSchool and me and the other exchange girl are continuing talking in English confused all the frenchies around us, we giggle and continue on talking.

Her names Alex and sadly we have none of the same classes. But me and the bus

kid do.

Carrying on out through the day I notice him, in every single one of my classes.

He only talks to the pretty girls and popular guys. He will never like me.

Afternoon comes and I board the bus to go home, i see him but not his friend this time. Must've checked out early or gone carpool.

I take my chance and sit next to him.

"Bonjour, mon nom est Allie, je suis de America" (hello, my name is Allie, and I am from America)

He smiles at me and replies "I speak English too" with THE cutest french accent ever.

"Sorry, haha, what's your name?"

"Pierre, in English it's Peter"

"Nice, Pierre"

The rest of the ride home was silent, finally it's my stop and I wave my goodbyes to Pierre hoping to see him tomorrow.

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