{Complete} The Strange Boy Next Door ~ Bunny fanfic~

23

Quick a/n: the italics under words in this chapter are the English translations for the french, just in case anyone gets confused.

Kenny didn't move the whole English lesson. His head laid on the desk the whole time and it took a lot of encouragement and tugging to get him to leave after class finished.

"I'm sorry, I'm just not feeling great today." He mumbles as we make our way to languages class with Mr. Stkrdknmybalz.

"Are you okay?" I ask, struggling to keep up with his long strides, "do you need anything?"

He shakes his head and pulls at his parka strings as we quickly walk up the stairs.

"Do you want me to come over tonight and help you with homework or something?"

"I'm fine, Leo. I just didn't get enough sleep last night."

We enter the Languages classroom seconds before the bell. The door slams behind us, locking out a couple people who were walking behind us.

"Good morning boys," Mr. Stkrdknmybalz says as he passes us a worksheet, "or should I say bonjour? This is French class after all."

I sit at my assigned seat at the front of the classroom beside a very bored looking Christophe, whilst Kenny sits a couple rows behind us beside Damien and slams his head onto the desk again.

Christophe quickly glances at me, twisting the 'I hate God' badge pinned to his off-white shirt.

"Good morning, Christophe." I smile cheerily.

"Bonjour," He sighs, leaning back on his chair so it's only on two legs. "comment ça va?"
Hello. How are you / how is it going?

"I'm good," I reply, "how are you?"

"Eh," he shrugs, "ça dépend. Gregory is being a douchebag and won't go binocular shopping avec moi."
It depends - with me

"Oh. Are you two friends?"

Christophe rolls his eyes and leans forward, his chair legs slamming onto the ground, grabbing the attention of most of the students in the class.

"Me and Gregory have been fucking each other for months. I think zat answers your question, no?"

"Gregory and I!" A loud, British voice shouts from the back of the class.

"You know zat English isn't my first language, fudge packer!" Christophe responds, flipping off Gregory, who returns the gesture.

"Boys, settle down!" Mr. Stkrdknmybalz slams his ruler onto a desk, "fill in your worksheet and if you must insult each other, do it in French!"

"Va te faire foutre, Monsieur." Christophe flips off the teacher.
Fuck you

"Better!"

Trying not to laugh, I start filling in the worksheet. It's full of random french sentences, some needing me to pick out phrases, some needing me to translate them into English.
I haven't done french in a long time, seeing as we did Spanish back in high school back in North Park, but I know the basics.