Bad teacher▪C.B

30

You grab your last bag out of only two. With money made from your job you were able to get a one way ticket to France. You decided it was a good distance away and you could start new. It would be hard to get a place and a job but you would do anything to get it done.

Thanking the uber driver you grab the bags and make your way through check-in. It doesn't take long before your number is being called and the gate opens to start boarding. Soon you would be leaving LA to a new country. All alone.

You sit by the window and close your eyes trying not to think about Corbyn. Though it doesn't work. You weren't dating anymore so it was fine that you just disappeared from his life. Though it probably wasn't fair for everyone else.

You look out the window ignoring everything and everyone around you closing your eyes as the plane starts to lift up into the sky.

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"WHERE IS SHE?" Corbyn yells calling you for the thousandth time getting the same message. Yet your phone is off. "WHERE?"

Daniel walks out of the bathroom ruffling his hair. He spent the night after what happened and slept on the couch.

"What's going on?" He asks confused. "What do you mean where is she where is Y/N?"

"I don't fucking know Daniel. Y/Ns clothes are gone yet her shit is still here. She isn't answering any of my calls! What if she left me? What if shes gone forever?" Corbyn ran his hand through his hair tugging on the ends. He never meant for this happen.

"Hey calm down Corbyn I'm sure she just went to work or something. Or maybe to see Jonah?" Daniel pulls out his own phone to call yours. Pressing the call button it doesn't even ring it sends him to a wrong number recording. "What the fuck? Did she block my number?"

He quickly exits to call Jonah. He picks up after two rings. "Jo? Is Y/N with you?" Daniel asks calmly to which the other end is quiet for a second.

"No why would she be with me?" Jonah asks and Daniel ends the call and opts to calling your work. He dials the bookstores number to get the same response. She quit her job.

Daniel fights back tears. You really were gone Corbyn wasn't exaggerating. Daniel didn't want to admit but he loves you more than he should.

"I'm sorry Corbyn I don't know."

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Once you get off the plane you get your bags and walk onto the streets of paris. It smelled great of Italian foods of all sorts. It was getting dark out and you start walking in a random direction. Now that you were here you couldn't go back you had no money to do so.

You had no plan nothing. Just a few dollars and some neccities and a few pairs of clothes that wouldn't last long. Sitting on a bridge you come accross you dangle your feet off looking down at the water below. It was beautiful the way it sparkled from the sun setting on it.

You thought about just ending it here letting yourself fall from the bridge. This time Eben wasn't there to save you. Thoughts of Corbyn knowing about your death and being found accross the world. Would it hurt and break him or would he not care. Leaning foreward on the safty bar you break down letting yourself cry. Someone places their hand on your shoulder making you look up.

"bonjour tu vas bien? as-tu besoin d'aide?" A handsome man asks you concerned. He looks over the water below you as you tilt your head confused. "Oh ah.. you need help?" His thick accent makes you shy but you liked it.

It was clear that the man didn't know very much english and you didn't know very much french. You look where he is also looking feeling ashamed. You didn't know this man and he didn't know you yet he wanted to make sure you were okay.

"No," you say being honest you couldn't hold it in anymore. "I came here to get away. I don't even know if you can understand me but I'm in this country were I don't belong. I have no where to go I have nothing. Don't even know French. I dont know what to d-do anymore," you close your eyes breathing in the cold air around you. The man places his hand on your back gently rubbing it.

"I understand laisse moi (let me)," he holds his hand out for you to take. And you do. He grabs the suitcase sitting near you and picks it up. "Come."

The stranger who you don't even know the name of leads you to a building next to the bridge you were on. He puts a key into a room and pushes it open letting you walk in first. This man could be a serial killer and yet you just follow him like a lost puppy.

"Stay," he pulls you down a hallway and pushes open a room thats almost empty. "Yours, and mine," he points accross the hall at a room thats already open. You can see that the window has a clear view of the bridge.

"Thankyou but you dont have to," you walk into the room looking around. "I promise I will get a job and pay you back. And could you teach me french? I know it's a lot to ask but I think ill need it?"

"Yes. Uh?"

"Y/N the names Y/N," you take his hand shaking it properly. "I feel like we are going to be close."

"Felix."