If only you knew

Haha......eh eh hem

Moles POV

Hmmmm so he's bad at french.
Well all the more reason to take advantage of that.
"T'as d'beaux yeux tu sais?."
"Ugh what?" He grumbles as we walk down the hall way.
"You'll never know." I grin snuggly.
I said 'you have beautiful eyes you know' but he probably thinks I insulted him.

"It wazent a bad thing by ze way."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah really."
He tuts and leads me to the door.
He opens it and the teacher is stood there with half the class. Aka the people who weren't so late.

"Ah this must be Christophe." The teacher beams at me.
I already hate her.

"madame puis-je m'asseoir à côté de lui?
Si je ne crains rien, je crains de révéler votre secret à votre mari."
*madame can I sit next to him? If I don't I fear I will spill your secret to your husband.

She drops her white board pen but nods quickly yesss. Works every time.
"What did you say?" Asks Gregory.
"And why are you sitting next to me?"
"Ah well all I said was to let me sit next to you or I'd say something to her husband." I laugh.
Gregory does a confused look but has a smile on his face.

"Ok le class today we are learning how to say descriptions of people." The teacher explains. I couldn't pass the opportunity.
"Tu est une grosse pute" I interrupt her. *you are a fat whore*
She looks furious but the thing is she can't give me a punishment if there are no witnesses to say what I did. Ha.
No one else actually knows what I said.

"Christophe how dare you!"
"How dare I what?"
"You know what"
"Do I?"
"Yes."
"Non"
She groans but just leaves it. I love annoying the teachers.
I also did it to get Gregory's attention and it worked.

"Ok so first we will learn how to describe eyes." She clearly still has annoyance in her voice.
I don't pay attention to what she says other than interrupting a few times with my offensive slurs.
I find myself fixated on Gregory.
He clearly is trying to understand this teacher but he's obviously having a hard time.

"So I would like you to work with the person next to you and describe them with as much detail as possible." That causes a smirk to make its way onto my face.

"So uh..... I don't know." Gregory buries his head in his arms which a crossed on the table.
"I'll go first." I insist because I know exactly how to describe him.
"Go ahead." He grumbles.

"Hey Gregory listen to what Christophe says." The teacher is now right next to us.
Oh well I'm still saying whatever I want to. Gregory looks right at me and I begin.

"Vous avez de beaux yeux bleu océan, ils sont si jolis qu'il est difficile de détourner le regard. Vos cheveux sont d'une blonde éclatante et ont un aspect incroyablement doux. Ça ne me dérangerait pas de t'avoir dans mon lit mon cher ton très chaud"
*you have beautiful ocean blue eyes they are so pretty it's hard to look away your hair is vibrant blonde and looks unbelievably soft. I wouldn't mind having you in my bed my dear your very hot*

The teacher gasps and gives me a death glare.
"Christophe that was so highly inappropriate I have no desire to know what you want to do with him." She complains. I just smirk at Gregory's confused face.
"But then again you are definitely passing this class." She pats me on the shoulder and moves on to another pair they look like they both know what they're doing.

Gregory raises an eyebrow and looks at me weirdly.
"Hello." I say dumbly.
"Ugh what did you say?" He asks looking at me as if to figure something out.
"Oh nothing bad." I answer as I like raising his curiously.
"I didn't ask if it was bad I asked what you said." He states.

"I said you have ocean blue eyes and vibrant blonde hair." I lie. Well not really since I did say that as well.

"That's not true otherwise why would miss have said she has no desire to know what you want to do with me." Gregory sounds like he's certain and will probably get the answer he's looking for. He doesn't seem like the type to give up.

"I also said I'd love to play out with you." I lie.
"No. I may be shit at french but I know that play is 'jouer' and you didn't use that word." He says knowingly. Ugh this guy doesn't quit. And that just draws me to him more.
His persistence.

"Well I may have said something about the weather." I lie again.
He rolls his eyes and raises his hand.

"Yes Gregory."
"I'm having a hard time translating how mole described me." He says in a different tone to what he was using before.
"Well I'll tell you that he didn't just describe you." She crossed her arms.
"Well what did he say?"
"I don't wish to repeat it." She simply says continuing to walk around the class. Ha he'll never know.

Gregory's POV

What is that supposed to mean?
He didn't just describe me.
Huh then what did he say. I'm curious I can't just leave it!
Let's see if I can piece things together so....Ugh I have very little knowledge of french. I know that chaud means hot.
He said dans mon something that means in my.......God damn it why can't my brain process these things.

"I'll work it out." I grumble.
"Oh no you won't." He smirks.
Oh I will.
One day. Maybe not today, maybe not even this month but I'll know one day.

The class goes by painfully slowly. Mole kept on whispering french things to me that I obviously wouldn't understand and I could just tell he was enjoying my annoyance.

"For fuck sake." I yelled at one point.
"Gregory after school detention."
"What no fair."
"No curse words in my room." She writes my name in the white board. She didn't even use a capital letter at the start and that just got on my nerves.
"Hahaha...." Christophe laughs I give him a death glare.
"Eh eh Ehem. Must be somezing in my throat." He lies.

"madame ce n'est pas juste maintenant je n'ai pas la chance de le baiser ou au moins sucer sa bite ou obtenir une tête"
Mole says.
*ma'am it's not fair now I don't have the chance to fuck him or at least suck his dick or get some head.*

You can just tell he's pretending to be annoyed.
What the bloody hell did he say?

Whatever it was it made the teacher furious.
"Christophe outside now and after school detention for a week." She yells.

"But miss how is that fair no one even knows what the fuck he said." I argue.
"Gregory same for you outside and after school detentions for a week."

I don't bother arguing anymore but I am pissed.
I hate after school detention.
It's not new to me.

Ugh but what has he been saying?
I'm too curious for my own good sometimes,
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