Bad teacher▪C.B

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*Three years later*

"oh merde désolé j'aurais dû regarder où j'allais (oh shit sorry I should have watched were I was going)," you say as you bump into your boyfriend Felix in the kitchen.

"regarde juste ton départ (just watch were your going)," Felix snaps making you nod.

The first two years in France were easy and Felix was one of the nicest people you had met. Then he asked you out and changed. It's like something inside him had changed and now he's rude stuckup and only cares about your body.

"J'ai dit que j'étais désolé bébé (I said I was sorry baby)," you say fiddling with your hands.

"I don't care!" He says and you look at him. His black hair is combed out and he's wearing a black suit. He looked good almost as if it masked his horrible side. You could almost say he looks sweet and loving. "nettoyer la maison pendant mon absence. faire des courses Je reviens tard. (clean the house while i'm gone. get grocies Ill be back late.)"

You knew what that meant. He was going to another club to fuck another girl. He didn't know you knew but one night you had followed him and watched the events unfold. You just suck it up not having anywhere else to go and do the things he tells you to do. At least you had a roof over your head food and money.

"Okay," you whisper as he turns and walks out the door. You turn towards the sink full of dishes. It looked like pigs lived here just after one night of his friends visiting. They trashed the apartment like it was nothing.

After the dishes you would move onto cleaning up the living room. Picking up food or any other things left out of place. Vacume then start the laundry before grabbing the shopping list and heading to the local market.

The market had all sorts of fresh foods from fruits and vegetables to weird foreign food you had never heard of. You start at the top getting the things you needed. Onion, carrot, celery, parsley, garlic, tomato, chicken, ect.

You finish and grab your paper bag full of grocries from the women you had just payed.

"Je vous remercie (thankyou)," you say and turn to leave but bump into someone for the second time today the bag rips and the items scatter across the floor. "oh mon mauvais je suis désolé (my bad I'm so sorry)," you say and look up at the mans blue eyes.

He has familiar blonde hair that you remember well making your lip quiver. He wasnt looking at you but instead the items on the floor before reaching down and picking them up. You squat down reaching for one and so does he his hand brushing yours and he looks up now locking eyes with yours.

"Y-y/n? Is that really you?" His hand moves from the tomato to your cheek.

"Corbyn?" Your eyes fill with tears you had missed him. People rush around you and a women picks up the items that dropped replacing them in a new back. You thank her again and turn back to the fake blonde. "I um I have to go... dinner." You look away from his eyes.

"Wait Y/n please don't leave me again!" Corbyn says before you walk away making you stop. Daniel stands in front of you his hands in his pockets. His hair is no longer blonde but a dark blueish purple.

"I'm sorry Corbyn but I can't stay-"

"Please Y/n you at least owe me dinner or something. After what you did- We thought you were dead," your heart breaks at that and you turn around and nod at him.

"Okay I guess," you say and turn to walk again hoping the two men would follow. "Are you coming or not?" You ask as they just stand there. They quickly start following you back to Felixes apartment.

You open the door and drop the bag onto the table to put the food away. Daniel hasn't said a word at all and Corbyn just walks around the living room looking at the pictures on the wall.

"Who's this?" Corbyn asks pointing at a man next to you in one of the photos.

"Thats Felix my boyfriend... though I wish he wasn't," Corbyn turns his head sidways. You look down at his hand and see a ring on his finger. He's married now?

"Your married?"

"Not yet just engaged," Corbyn smiles at you wich makes your heart break. Its been three years of course Corbyn wasn't going to wait he was going to move on with his life. Especially since he thought you had died. You almost did but Felix had to interrupt.

"Congrats-"

"I missed you Y/n," Daniel finally says looking up from the floor. "Why would you leave like that? Move to france? Do you know how bad I was hurting?"

"Dani-"

"No you dont have room to talk. Y/n I know you will say its for the best but there were so many other options!" The door opens and Felix walks in confused. He's back way earlier than he should be.

"qu'est-ce que c'est que ces hommes dans mon appartement? (Whats this who are these men in my apartment?)" Felix asks looking at Corbyn then Daniel his jaw clenched.

"Félix, ce sont des amis d'Amérique. corbyn et Daniel (Felix these are friends from America. corbyn and Daniel)" you point at both as you explain who they are.

"vraiment votre ex petit ami? celui que vous avez fui? dites-leur de partir MAINTENANT! (really your ex boyfriend? the one you ran away from? tell them to leave NOW!)"

"Felix its not a big deal it's been three years-"

"I don't care tell them to leave," you nod and look at Daniel and Corbyn opologizing.

You walk them to the door stepping out with them. They look shocked that you can speak french.

"Umm well I'm sorry guys but you have to leave. Maybe we can catch up sometime. Here take my number," you exchange numbers with Corbyn as Daniel stands awkwardly to the side.

When you get back inside you lean against the door. Just like that Corbyn was back in your life and you were just as broken as when you left.