If only you knew

That fucker

Gregory's POV:

No fucking way he.....he understood this whole time? That ass hole what if I would have said something embarrassing thinking that he wouldn't understand. Like what if I would have said, 'oh by the way your a major hottie' then I would have been dead.

Nah I wouldn't have I'm ment to be straight.
But seriously how could Mr Mackey not know that he speaks English I honestly need to look into that. But right now I really should go after him instead of standing here like a confused lunatic.

So I go in the same direction he went in. Of course the back of the school. Well that tells me a few things;he's a rebel, he smokes and he's totally my type, shit. Ugh I can't like him I only met him about an hour ago. Plus I'm not openly gay or anything so......
As I opened the exit door there he is starting a row with the youngest goth kid.

"Non you are being a little shit. Don't you point that stupid little pen knife at me." He says angrily.
"Fuck of frenchie your putting me off my cigarette."
"No I'm not your not even smoking properly you pozer ."

"That's it...." the young boy lunges at Christophe or mole whatever, the french boy starts to fight back gaining a few more blows to the torso While using his shovel as a weapon as well as a shield however the young boys knife probably can't do to much damage.
The boy is close to jabbing Christophe's   Neck until I step in with my number 1 cutlas.

"Eh hem" I fake cough so that I am acknowledged.
"Mole come with me" I say simply.
The young goth manages to hide his fear but I know that he's scared of my weapon.
Christophe huffs but gets up to follow me.

I hear him mutter something under his breath probably french so I wouldn't understand anyway.
"Your such an asshole." I say annoyed.
"Oh I know et votre Brit attrayant." He says with a smirk on his face.
* an Your an attractive Brit

"There you go again you can't insult me using french it's not fair." I say I'm still pissed off. I really shouldn't have a liking for him but there's just something about him that I can't put my finger on. Probably the fact that it's something I'm not ment to like. Remember Gregory, straight, civilised, no rapscallions.

"ils ne sont pas des insultes aiment c'est tellement drôle comment vous supposez que blondie."
*theyre not insults it's funny how you assume that blondie.
He says with a sigh.
I just shake my head. "Your such an asshole."  I say.
"Ok zen I'm an asshole." He says.
"but you ave no idea vat I said." He grins cockily.
"I can make a few guesses." He looks at me expectantly.
"Ok so first you said I'm an annoying Brit."
"Go on."
"Then you said that....oh I don't know."  I feel defeated.
He smirks.

"Shut it frenchie." I snap
"But I didn't say anything."
"You didn't have to." I say.
"Anyway I'll show you to your locker. It's 32.....4 shit."
"What's Ze matter?." He askes.
"Your fucking locker is right next to mine."
"Ohh iznt zat great." Mole says grinning.
"No it's not your a dick" I mutter.

"Je sais que tu veux ma bite."
*I know you want my dick
"Quit it with the french I've had enough." I say raising my voice.
"Tu es si mignon quand tu es fou." He says with a chuckle.
*your cute when your crazy/angry
I growl.
"You vere going to show me to my locker." He says.
I huff.

As I walk towards the locker I see Wendy walking towards me.
"Hey Gregory how are you?" She beams.
Oh god. I've already been through this with Stan. Apparently Wendy once broke up with him because of her huge crush on me. Even though they got back together she still flirts with me thinking that I don't notice.

Stan had a go at me but I said that I would never ever go out with Wendy and that he didn't need to worry.
Obviously I was referring to my non-existent attraction to the opposite gender but he wouldn't know that would he? A few other factors as well which I am not going vocalise but no one needs to know do they?

I just know that he still thinks something is going on and will most likely try to beat me up but I know that he, as well as many others are scared that I'll use my cutlass on them. Many people also know that I have connections.

"Hello Wendy how are you?" I ask politely.
"Well I'm very good but Stan is being very annoying. I would be so much better off with a tall, blonde, blue eyed....." She seems to get a dreamy look in her eyes while looking at me and I feel very uncomfortable.
"Ummm well I hope you find that guy bye Wendy gotta go must tend to the Uh rigging"
I rush off and mole follows.

"Wow She vas quite ze charmer."
"Shut up. She hits on me everyday I'm honestly sick of it." I groan.
"She not your type zen?" He asks in a confused voice.
I laugh "nope never in a million years."
"And why iz Zat?" He asks with a smirk. It's like a knowing smirk but I don't get it.

"Well she's tooo......girly yes she's too girly." I conclude. I'm not going to come out to a complete stranger who has a homophobic vibe. Plus I have now come to the conclusion that I, Gregory of Yardale am not gay.
"trop girly ou trop de filles?" He laughs.
*too girly or too many girl parts?
"Quit it". I whine.

"Fine Fine but if you knew vat I said than I'd be correct." He says with a weird look on his face.
Then he has a grin on his face.
"Tall, blonde, blue eyed." He imitates Wendy's words along with expression.
I huff and wack him round the head with the back of my hand.

He just laughs as if what happened with Wendy was amusing.
I can't help but enjoy the sound of his laugh, it's very infectious but I have to hold back my own in order to keep my unamused look.
I do wonder what he said. Can't have been anything good.

As his laughter dies down I hear my name being called "Gregory I'm gonna fucking kill you." Shit I know that voice anywhere well I'm fucked.
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Haven't updated this in a while. I'm sorry my childrens I will focus on this a bit more than usual.