Arianna's POV:
Antionette suddenly burst into class, disturbing my very subtle attempt at texting under the table.
Marie and I sniggered at her pathetic excuse, or at least, until Monsieur decided to throw us a deathly glare. In other words, 'shut up or I'll give you detention!'.
And yes, he has said that before.
A new notification popped up on my phone.
Alexndre: Hey, you free after school today? xx
Me: Not sure, I'll text you :)
What? Oh please, every guy loves a girl who plays hard to get. It's just something to be proud of when the guy finally gets the girl to agree on a date, am I right?
Out of nowhere, something hits the back of head.
On my desk, a crumpled paper ball lay on it.
Curious, I opened it and tried to read the very messy writing.
Hey IDK if u remember me, but I wuz d guy u kissed @ da partie last nite can I hv ur number? ;))
Ha, fat chance.
I grabbed a pen and looked behind me. I saw someone staring at me, smiling when he saw me pick up my pen. I smiled back and wrote on the other side of the piece of paper. Crumpling it up, I looked around, checking to see if the coast was clear.
Target acquired.
Aim.
Anddd...
Fire!
I ditched it at him and he caught it, effortlessly. Not bad.
He opened it eagerly, but I didn't fail to notice his face falling when he read it. I saw him abruptly stand up and angrily stomp to the bin.
I chuckled. Bad luck, try again next time. (Though I'd prefer not.)
"Jacque!"
He turned around at the harsh tone of my horrified and at the same time, horrifying teacher.
"Oui, M-mo-monsieur?"
"Iz der somezing you would like to zhare with za class?"
"N-no, Monsieur."
The whole class held their breaths as Monsieur's face turned a deep shade of red. All eyes followed him as he quickly snatched the crumpled piece of paper and read out my side.
Funny how he loses his French accent when he starts reading...
"Sorry, but I think you need to go back to Kindergarten before you start writing to me in text form. Tip: it's not cool or impressive at all, maybe try reading a dictionary every night, before you go to bed. B-T-W, here's my number: 1,2,3, get a life."
Everyone burst out laughing at this, immediately taking their phones out and filming Jacque's reaction, probably posting it all over Instagram.
Monsieur didn't seem to mind at all, for some bizarre reason. Guess he thought it was pretty funny too.
I didn't laugh along with the class. Instead, I smirked at him and high- fived my twin.
"At it, girl!"
I smiled and flipped my curly, light brown hair.
"O-M-G guys, it was Arianna!"
I turned around and smiled at her.
"Oui, it was moí. He apparently kissed me last night, so I told him to get a life. Though I really should've told him to wake up instead. 'Coz, you know, he was probably just dreaming," I told her, but loud enough for the class to hear me; including Jacque.
They all just laughed harder at this. I heard a few "Oooooh!"'s and "Wreckedddd!"'s.
Marie gave me another high - five, while Hanson fist bumped me.
"You are an amazing girl, I'll give you that!"
I blushed at his compliment. I, um, see... I had a very, very, small, tiny, minuscule, uhh... crush on my guy best friend.
Yup, cue face palm.
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Dancing in the Moonlight
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