Bad Boys

Oui, oui Mademoiselle

Next class was French with Monsieur Bernard, but I just called him Louis. He was so hot that all the girls loved him, it was so funny to see everyone act like whores.  He was tall and cute in a totally European way. He had curly dirty blonde hair, thick eyebrows, sharp cheek bones, an exotic fashion sense and an almost understandable accent. He was no Marcus, but good looking enough to motivate me to come to class.

I sat down in the front for this one, arriving a bit late like the perfect student but still being able to sit next to my best friend, Amburr and, oh no! It was Zayden sitting right behind me. I couldn't deny it, he was handsome. Very handsome. I just wanted to reach out and touch his soft black curls, but I didn't. I couldn't. I turned around to look at him, pushing my luscious locks to the side and fluttering my eyes at him momentarily before I turned around.

I looked down at the desk, acting embarrassed as a fake blush crept up my creamy cheeks. I knew how to keep my options. The desk itself was an expensive oak and was almost calming to look at, at that moment I felt like being in my meditation room (ok, my mum's and my meditation room). So zen. I put my hand under the desk. No, I wasn't looking for gum, gross. I was looking for some initials I had sketched down there about a week ago. Yep, found it. Z + E = love. Oh, I was so cute back then.

I was still reminiscing about my past romance when M Bernard entered with brown leather briefcase in his strong big hands. Today he was wearing long gingham pants with a thick brown belt and an expensive looking white shirt with lavenders that he partially tucked in at the front. He even wore a pair of overly large brown glasses. Cute. He smiled at the class, greeting us a good day in French, before his perfect 10-years-older-than-me eyes found me. He sighed.

"Mademoiselle, what are you doing in my class," he said in his heavily accented voice. Everyone's eyes went to straight to me. I mean, I love having attention on me, but this was just different. I fluffed my hair and looked straight into enchanting green eyes.

"I am a part of this class," I replied, pouting my plump lips and rounding my vowels softly in the poshest way possible, just as how I would think a European or British human would speak English.

"This is the first of my classes you have come this term. We as a class are going to France in a week and I doubt you will be able to keep up speaking French for a month," he said to me.

"I'll be fine. I have been to France many times because of my daddy's work and have an aunt who speaks the language. Plus, French is not that hard," I said back to him. In perfect French.

He looked taken back for almost a moment, like he forgot I was his favourite student.

"You may take the final exam, but it is too late to sign up for the trip," he told me, in French. I bet half the class couldn't understand the conversation. You know, these moments really remind me of how smart I am.

"My father has already paid," I smiled at him, twirling a piece of my hair in my fingers and pushing it behind my ear. I loved speaking French, it made me feel oh so sophisticated.

"Fine," he said, turning around as though leaving the conversation. He started writing the lesson up on the board and all the students started looking attentively up to the front of the class, although I think most of us weren't paying to what he was scribbling down.

For the rest of the class, which I did not leave mind you, I read about Henry the Third or something smart like that in my textbook while passing notes to Amburr. And hey don't say I'm distracting her! Although I am smarter than all my friends, Amburr was also really good at French. We were also both fluent in Italian, Japanese, Greek, Latin and Russian, but don't tell any of the boys that.

We talked about gossip, hot boys, y'know, just the usual girl stuff. It was through the notes that I discovered that my brother has been going out with Bentley for over a month. That's practically being married for an entire life time! And I haven't seen him kissing any other girl. Could they possibly be in love? No, surely the only person who can truly feel love is me because what I feel for Marcus. Those two must have watched a romantic movie or something and fallen for the idea of actually staying together. How pathetic.

I fished out my phone from my pockets. It's ok, Louis already knew we were passing notes, he wouldn't mind me using my phone. I went to Instagram and straight to Bentley's account. And omg, you would not believe what I found.

It was Bentley laying in a bikini across some rocks at a beach and, in the description, it wrote, 'Thanks to my amazing photographer @Jaxxon_Vegas' He was taking Instagram photos, of her without even being in the photo. If that's not commitment, I don't know what it is.

So shocked, I wasn't able to go to the rest of my classes, not that skipping really impacted my academics. I went through the front gates, the people working there knew me and I ran home. I needed time to process this information. As you can to me, to a good Christian girl like me, family always came first and to learn such information about my brother was a big thing.

I opened the large doors quickly and ran hastily up to my stairs, even forgetting the elevator in my shock. As I sat at my simplistic wooden desk, I pondered upon this new development. I'd always thought that I knew what was going on in my brother's life from talking to his friends and listening in on what was going on in his room. I didn't really care honestly, but now I knew that he was hiding an entire love life from me, I was intrigued. What else could he be hiding, I wondered, running my fingers along the gold inlaid on my table.

I looked outside the window, blinds down of course so I could spy. All the kids were on a break. Huh. I had seen Bentley and my brother kiss from this window, but I never would have thought it had been more than that. I couldn't believe it. Right now a year 10 class, just one year younger than me, was having a HPE lesson. (That stands for health and physical education) They were doing sprints, and oh my goodness one of the boys were so cute. I would find who he was later.

I shouldn't be distracted, I needed to talk to someone, my one true love, about this. I picked up my phone, dialling a number and hitting the green button. I called Marcus.