Ryan pulls up to my house, getting out of the car to help Frenchie with her bags. In the process the two have a conversation in French. I roll my eyes and help myself out of the car and walk to the house. Unfortunately for me, my mom was standing at the top of the front stairs. She glared at me with her arms crossed.
"Really Haven?" She says, clearly disappointed. "The two of you just met. Give her a chance and don't make Ryan take her bags." I roll my eyes.
"Fine." I turn around and walk back down the stairs. I walk back towards the car and take one of the suitcases from Ryan, who's clearly flirting with Frenchie. "Are you serious?" I whisper to him.
"What, it just so happens that I have a thing for blondes." He says, innocently shrugging.
"I thought you had a crush on that guy you roomed with on that art retreat you went to." I question, raising an eyebrow. He sticks his tongue out at me, teasing.
"Yeah, well, he's straight and I'm a closeted bisexual. It was never going to work." He says, helping me extend the handle of the suitcase. "However, Eloise seems like the perfect way to deter my parents."
I cross my arms and scoff at him. "So you want her to be your beard?"
"Haven, you know how dangerous it is for me to be out to my parents." His voice becomes somber, offering both of us a serious reality check.
"I know Ryan. I know." I wrap my arms around him. "On another note, what makes you so sure that she's straight?" I question, smiling, walking away from him.
"What?" He calls after me, running to catch up. "Haven!"
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The French Girl
Teen FictionDuring a student exchange, good girl Eloise finds herself staying with the rebellious Haven. Eloise sees the exchange as an adventure while Haven views it as something she's been tasked with. Despite Haven's best attempts to drive Eloise away, the...
