This is the second of the chapter 2 to the story im writing for those of you who wanted more‼️ “Kris, cette jeune femme va nous aider aujourd'hui, tu es d'accord avec ça ?”

Wow, ok. I’m not as rusty as I thought I was because he understood every word. I start walking to the front of the classroom towards him. “Je suis d'accord avec ça, quel est ton nom mademoiselle” he responds and faces me. “je...uhh... suis Olivia” I say “should he sit next to me?” I ask the teacher who’s staring at me in amazement “Yes” he says. I give Kris the hand signal that means “come here” or “Follow me” at least he understands that. He follows me to my desk and plops down into the one next to mine. Class can finally begin. “Enjoy the new student” the principal says before walking out of the classroom. “Since we have a French student let’s talk about some major events in france history shall we?” The teacher said “The french revolution-” I stopped listening after he said revolution because i’m so focused on mister french emo boy next to me. Why am I so focused on him? His hair looks so fluffy I just wanna touch it. I start to reach for his hair but he notices and looks at me. He looks mad and starts yelling angry French words at me. Everyone turns and looks at the angry French boy yelling. “Calme toi Kris” I say nervously “Kris-” I say. “Miss Lee, if you need to take him into the hall to calm him down please do so” the teacher says. I smile nervously and knod. I grab the angry French boy's hand and lead him to the hall. I let go of his hand and he's still shouting at me. He must be really protective of his hair. "Kris, écoute moi d'accord ?” I say calmly as I put my hand on his arm. “It’s alright see?” I touch his arm gently. He was kinda cute yelling that angry French at me. Wait what? Nono- anyway.. I finally got him to calm down. We head back into the classroom and sit down back at our desks. The rest of the class goes on and soon enough it’s the end of the day and I find myself unlocking the door to my house. I’m so exhausted. My mom greets me in the kitchen. She can probably tell how tired and worn out I am because she asks “What’s wrong today?” I sit there staring at her for a moment, mouth wide open. I close my eyes and think about History. “We got a new student today” I say. “Oh! Isn’t that great? What is his or her name” she asks with an excited tone. “His name is kris..And he only speaks French.” I say with an annoyed look on my face. “Let me guess you had to translate all day?” she said. “Oh my god yes and It was so so tiring” I say as I rest my head on the table “He got mad at me in History and started shouting angry French at me it was so embarrassing mom” I say “He’ll know a bit of English by the end of the year maybe you two will hit it off who knows. Invite him over to dinner one night will you?” she squeaks.

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