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A Luka x Chloé fanfic
She was hated, misunderstood, broken.
He was ignored, neglected and in love, REALLY in love.
Two years of self isolation and deep though in New York. That's what Chloé went through before finally returning...
"Pierrette, sur la tête tant un pot de lait, Bien posé sur un coussinet, Prétendait arriver sans ancombres à la vi..."
Mme Faurgeaux's voice was ringing in my ears as all I did was stare at the window behind her. The French lessons weren't exactly what I liked the most since, I am french and all she "taught" me we're things I already knew by heart from Mme Bustier. I miss her so much, her and her lessons...
"Notre laitière, ainsi troussée, Comptais déjà dans sa pensée, Tout le prix de son lait; en employant l'ar..."
I had the chance to have a beautiful vue of the statue of liberty from my giant bedroom. Right now, I was sitting on my desk, in front of my private teacher. Yes, I had a private teacher now. It's been 2 years since I moved out from Paris and honestly, I feel lighter. I'm finally free from all the hate that the others felt for me.
At first, Daddy wanted me to go to a private school, and I did, put I was made fun of a lot because of my French origins. My first day has hell.
When I arrived, all I could think of was how amazing and giant this school was. The entrance was garded by two buff men with a gun each. It kind of scared me but I still said hello when I walked past them. Unfortunately for me, they didn't even grant me a glance. Talk of a warm welcome... So I decided to continue my path and went strait to my locker. Or at least that's what I thought. Because to my surprise, there was a beautiful, fit young man in from of it. He was a bit taller than me and had gorgeous pair of jad eyes. I was lost in them. I felt like I could drown in that forest of his... He broke the contact by greeting me and asked me my name. Of course, as the dump and idiot person I was, I replied with a egotistical and cringy sounding:
A simile suddenly appeared on his face. I thought it was a sign that he liked me and all but boy was I wrong! That dude just wanted my money and frame all for himself. As for the rest, I don't wanna think about it...
-MISS BOURGEOIS!
Her heart skipped a beat and the narrowed her blue orbs to her teacher's hazel ones. She could read anger and frustration, but mostly disappointment. Mme Faurgeaux believed in Chloe not only as a student, but also as a person. She knew her past and wanted her to bloom again. Every once in a while, she would ask her about her day, her hobbies and even give her assays about herself. One of Chloé's biggest improvements, is her capacity at painting. Every day, she would walk into her room, find a new painting, and the next day, that same painting is continued, never left as it is on the floor. Never, since the old lady knew her, did she abandon a portrait she begun.
Mme Faureaux exhaled and smiled at her student.
-I guess that's all for today...Go rest.
The blond's face's glow was back agin instantly.
Yes! Finally finished! I was getting kind of tired of all of these poems and sh*t. The old woman in front of me got up and made her way instantly to the front door. I thanked her and said goodbye. As soon as I heard the door close, I ran to my giant closet and got out a plastic cup, some wooden brushes with different sizes and a canvas, a rather bigger one. I wanted to paint a portrait that would stay on top of my bed. So I took the biggest canvas I had and placed it on my easel. Then all I did for the next five minutes is stare at it blankly. I did not have any inspiration whatsoever! Now what? I knew I wanted a portrait, a boy's more exactly. So I looked around my room in search for something that mind help me and fell on my phone. Sabrina has sent me a message during my three hours with Mme Faurgeaux. It's photo with a text:
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We miss you so much, hope you are having fun at NY! ❤️❤️❤️
PS: Luka says hello.
I smiled at my phone. That girl was helpless. Even though I warned her that I'm a toxic person, she is still holding on to our friendship. I quickly replied with tree hearts and, out of curiosity, opened the photo. Here she was, wearing a messy bun and her new glasses, they were gold, more rounder and made her look more mature. She also hade a touch of eye liner but other than that, no makeup. That surprised me since she used to always put fondation to hide her freckles which were visible in this photo. Her expression was so cute, she was smiling brightly and making a peace sing with her other had. I'm pleased to see she is finally feeling more happy, truly happy this time.
Next to her, there was that boy, the one that interested me in the past... I don't know why though... I would randomly just stare at him and examine his features. I knew who he was, he had a crush on Marinette but she rejected him and soon after that, she started dating Adrien. I felt how heartbroken she was since I used to like Adrien. But I never realized I grew out of it. For me, I thought I would always love him but, until he and Marinette were officially together, I never realized that I didn't like him anymore. Hum. But back to the picture, the boy still had his cyan blue strains in his hair but it was shorter on one side, leaving the rest of it on the other side of his head, and on top of that, a yellow beanie and a bee pin on it. That little details touched me deep in my heart...Someone still remembers Queen Bee! Something I noticed too, is the two new piercings on his ear. As for his eyes, they still had that glow of hope and happiness in them that never failed to make me smile. It's people like him that give me the will to become a better person and encourage me to get up every morning. I still couldn't help but notice a void in his orbs that intrigued me more and more the longer I stared at him.
-I know who to draw...
She said with a smile, and a sincere one this time. Not like all the fake ones she was now used to pull up in front of everyone. But when she picked up her pencil to start sketching, a made named Aemilia enterd and said with a shy and respectful voice:
"Miss Chloé, you father has just arrived from Paris and would like to talk to you."
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And there you go! A new chapter with a little bit of suspense! Just keep in mind that now, Chloe is 18 and Luka is 19.
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Also, I'm already working on the next chapter so stay tuned and sorry for taking so much time on this one. OH! And thank you soooooooooo much for your votes.
