Walls Up (One Last Time #1)

It's Not Him I Love

Chapter Twenty Eight
It's Not Him I Love

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I wrap my arms around Kyle's torso and burry my head in his chest. "Shh shhh it's okay. I forgive you."

I shake my head. I'm a horrible person Kyle. I shouldn't have done that to you. I shouldn't be here in your arms letting you comfort me. I cheated on you with a boy I should be forgetting but instead I kissed him, Kyle.

"No no Mel. It's okay, really." He kisses the top of my head and whispers something in my ear. "I love you."

I look up at his crystal blue eyes. He places a hand on my cheek and with his thumb wipe the bottom of my eyes where the tears were welling up. He leans down and presses his lips on mine. He lets his lips linger for a few seconds before parting and saying:

"C'mon. Let's go to school." He entwines his fingers with mine and I walk along side him, back to my house.

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I fucking hate French. It's so damn cold where Ms Béllé makes me sit. Right under the damn window. And she doesn't even have the bloody brain to close the window! And it's like what? 8°c (sorry I'm British and only know celsius .-.) here? I run my arms up and down my upper arm. It's been an hour! I swear to God if she doesn't let me close the window I'll...I don't know what I'll do but I swear it'll hurt in some sort of way.
I raise my hand in the air.

"...In four weeks time there'll be a French test -- it will be a summative, so it does count as your final grade." She says in a thick French and a annoying French accent that no one really understands but nod and smile like she's said something they'll enjoy.

Well there in for a surprise. I think to myself. I raise my hand higher in the air, bobbing up and down in my seat as if I really need to pee. But nevertheless it got her attention. "Ms Melendez. Avez-vous besion d'aller á la sale de bains?" I raise my eyebrows. I know this just lemme think for a second.

Avez-vous I know is 'do you'. Got that so 'do you', besion is 'need'...d'aller, is 'to go to'...and á la sale de bains, the bathroom. Do you need to go to the bathroom?
"Oh ha-ha. Non Madame. Je suis froid."

"Oh." She says in her high pitched annoying French accent, placing both hand on her hips, a whiteboard marker in one hand and a bent textbook in the other.
"Tais-toi Melody. Votre perturber la cours" Okay. I have to be honest, I did not know that.

"Pardon?" I say in a French accent sweetly, trying my best to smile.
She walks over to the board and scribbles down three words and equal signs next to them:

Votre =
Perturber =
La cours =

I roll my eyes. "I just want to close the window Madame." I say ever-so-sweetly in the best French I can muster from my restrained vocab in my brain. She ignores me and asks a question -- thankfully in English.

"Tais-toi Melody." Tais-toi means be quiet. But I googled it and it actually means shut up. You don't pronounce the s so it's te-toi.
I mumble obscene words under my breath. Dickhead. "Who knows what these," she points to the three words "mean?"

Several hands fly into the air and I suddenly feel stupid. Votre. Perturber. Le cours. Well it doesn't take a genius to figure out that le cours means. The lesson. And votre is your. So what the fuck does perturber mean?! Your ___ lesson?!

"Disturbing, Madame." as if on queue a guy in the back, I think his name is Jack, answered. I would call him hot in a way. Blonde hair, deep greyish blue eyes. But he has a girlfriend and I have a boyfriend. And we have never spoken besides: "Thanks for the textbook" or "ugh I hate French." or even "do you know what this means?"