7 Je ne parle pa français

Chapter 7

The only people I know here just left without me and drunk. I'm sure they don't even realize I'm missing.

I sigh.

I know no where so I start walk aimlessly hoping I'd be able to find someone who is sober and speaks English. I walk a distance and look at busy street of Paris. Cars whoosh pass me, couples holding hands walk by, speaking the dreaded language like everyone else who passed. I look higher and I'm mesmerized by the Effiel Tower. It shine's so bright it hard to miss. It looks so much better at night. Not that it looks bad in the day but there's just something about it lit up. From the looks of it, I'm pretty close to it so maybe I should just go.

Lost in the view, I bumped into someone. About to apologize, he starts scolding me in French. No doubt he's insulting me.

I roll my eyes, "je suis désolé." (I'm sorry) learning this phrase took a lot of time. I smile, happy I still remember.

"Fille stupide. Vous avez ruiné mon soir." (Stupid girl. You ruined my evening.)

I nod like I understood what he said, "um yeah. Could you please tell me how to get to Restaurant de La Paris lounge"

"Ces touristes." (These tourists) He scoffs and gives me a look of disgust.

From his appearance, he looks to be a middle age man who probably have no joy in his life and hate anything preppy and despises tourists. But at this point, as far he gives me directions, I don't care if he hates the fucking rainbow.

"Please." I persuade.

"Revenez par où vous venez et puis tournez à droite, il y aurait un café-" he visibly cringes, "-vous ne pouvez pas le manquer. Après le café, tu verrais ta rue." (Go back the way you are coming from and then take a right, there would be a café there, you can't miss it. After the cafe, you'd see your street.)

I understood nothing as usual, "Could you please say that in english?" I say sheepishly.

"Quoi?!" (What!?) He yells and I block my ears.

"All I'm saying is that I don't understand French so..."

"Ces touristes m'énervent vraiment." (These tourists are really getting on my nerves.) He grumbles to himself.

Ok how do I put it in a way he would understand.

I've got it!

"Je ne parle pas français." (I don't speak french)

I'm smiling inside cause I still remember this from my flight here.

"Qu'est-ce que tu veux dire par le fait que tu ne parles pas français quand tu dis ça en français!! Je n'aurais pas dû t'aider. Tu es juste une idiote anglaise qui ne sait pas ce qu'elle fait." (What do you mean you don't speak french when you said that in French!! I shouldn't have helped you. You are just a foolish english girl that doesn't know what she's doing.)

Ok I have had it.

"Okay. I've had enough of people insulting me in a language I don't understand." I yell. "Well, eres un buen para nada viejo que no tiene alegría en su vida y probablement moriría solo.!!" (You're a good for nothing old man who has no joy in his life and would probably die alone.)

My face is probably red now and I'm out of breath. He looks shocked then he scoffed and walk pass me.

I know I shouldn't talk to elders like I just did but I a hundred percent sure he has been insulting me.

"Well that's was hilariously unexpected."

Nathan POV

"Well that was hilariously unexpected." I startle her. She abruptly turns to face me, still angry. Her face visibly red.

"¿Por qué todos me siguen molestando?"(Why does everyone keep annoying me.) What she says, I don't know but it was hot.

"estúpidos franceses." (Stupid french people.) She huffs. There's something about her speaking that language that is a major turn on, especially when she's mad.

"You need help getting home?" I asks and she just stares at me like I have grown a second head.

She sighs "fine." And then looks up at the lit up Effiel Tower, then an idea springs up in my head.

"This way." I motion to where I parked my motorcycle. As I was about to mount my bike, I here a squeal so I turn to the source and it was Lisa. I give her a weird look but she squeals even more.

"You have a motorcycle, a MOTORCYCLE. I'm going to ride one." She runs to the bike, pushing me aside as she touches it. I can't help but smile at her attitude. When she look at me, I swear I see stars in her eyes and I melt inside.

"You can't touch that." I say to which she completely ignores me

"Can I ride it or drive it...I don't know but can I?" Now it my turn to have wide eyes.

"Wha-no you can! Do you even know how to ride one?" I question.

"No?"

"No? I'm not dying today so no. No you can't."

"Will you at least teach how to ride pleaseeee!!! I'm a fast learner."

"Like how you are with french?" I ask with a smirk on knowing she's terrible at it. She narrows her eyes at me and huffs.

"Forget I asked." She say to which I laugh.

"Fine" I sigh. "I'll think about it. Let's go."

She cracks a small smile.

I hand her the helmet and she quickly puts it on and shut the visor. I climb on and she does same. The familiar sound of bike fills the air, and we're off.

...

Lisa's POV

The bike came to a halt and I let go of Nathan, pulling the helmet from my head and no, I did not have that movie moment where the girl pulls the helmet and her hair still stays perfect.

No.

My hair was a mess and when Nathan saw me he burst out laughing and pointing to my hair.

The world hates me.

After I got down I look around and notice we were nowhere near the house but at the Effiel Tower.

Yes, Nathan rode me to Eiffel Tower. It looked beautiful up close up and I couldn't stop staring in awe but then realize that he was to take me to the house.

"Um..why are we here?" I ask to which the oaf–sorry he looks nothing like and oaf, a Greek god yes. Anyways, he just got down and walked further into the Tower, completely and utterly ignoring me.

I stood for ten seconds before chasing after him.

"Hey wait up you oaf!!"

I ran up to him but he stopped suddenly, making me bump in him while letting out a silent 'ow'

We got into an elevator and fell into and awkward silence.

Ding!

I've never been so happy to get out of an elevator.

We walk until we got to a restaurant?

"Table for two." He speaks only then do I realize that we are in a restaurant.

Wait there's a restaurant in the Effiel Tower?

Of course there is you dumbass

Hey be nice, I house you you know.

So? Doesn't make you less dumb.

Shut—

"Lisa!!–" I am snapped out of my internal battle, "–I've been calling you for a while."

"Sorry" I say embarrassed with my cheeks flushed.

"Let's go."

I follow Nathan silently. The restaurant here is so fancy, I feel so underdressed.

A waiter leads us to our table and the view is spectacular, you can see the whole city from here.

"What would you have?" He asked, picking up the menu. I did same but I understood nothing. No shocker there.

"Well um, we've already established the fact that I don't know french so why would you ask me this?" I question having an unbelievable expression. He just looks amused.

I can't tell if he finds me funny or just my situation.

"I'm sorry, I'll just order for you."

"Thank you."

He signalled a waiter and gave him our order. After the waiter had gone, he just flat out stared at me, like he was trying to understand me. I felt really uncomfortable under his stare but his eyes are so beautiful. I sigh dreamily.

Snap out of it.

I look everywhere but his face. His stare felt scrutinizing.

He clears his throat, "So tell me about yourself."

"Huh?" The question took me by surprise.

"Tell me about yourself."

"Well, my name is Lisa Camilla Hart, I'm 20 and would turn 21 by the end of the year. I'm half British, half Spanish and I live in Miami Florida with my Mom. My dad is back in Manchester with his wife and son. I used to live there until my parents got divorced but they're cool. I always visit him during the holidays with my Mom.

I didn't go to college cause I wanted to pursue my dreams of owning a restaurant–"

I was cut off my Nathan's laughter leaving me confused.

"You talk a lot you know that?"

"Sorry." I whisper.

"No you don't need to be sorry. You're cool."

"Thanks, I guess."

Then our food arrive and we dig. It's so good. I ate it all and I could not move.

Nathan just laughs, "I take it you like the food." I nod.

"Why did you let me eat so much?" I groan.

"Let's get you home."

We got on the bike and and rode in the direction I think is the house.

Suddenly getting the urge to throw up, I shout as loud as I can for him to stop but he doesn't hear me so I hit his back as hard as I could continuously until he stop the bike.

"Why are you hitt–" I didn't let him complete his statement as quickly get down, taking the helmet off and shoving to him. I move a little into the and begin hurling out my inside. A hand takes hold of my hair, holding it away from my face.

"Jeez I shouldn't have let you eat so much." He mumbles. I raise my head, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Now you know." I say with a tired smile.

"Don't you know when to stop eating though?"

"Eh what can I say. It was all so good I just couldn't stop." I shrug.

"Let's go."

"Uh-uhh. Nope. I'm not getting on your bike again cause I might just throw up more."

"Well, the house is really close so we can walk."

"You're going to leave it here?"

"Yeah sure." He replies in a nonchalant manner.

"But what if it gets stolen or something."

"Would you chill. C'mon let's go." He takes hold of my wrist and walks forward.

We walk for three minutes before we got to the house.

"Here you go, safe and sound."

"Thank you for bringing me home. God knows I would have been lost."

"It was my pleasure, and I enjoyed your company."

"Good night."

"Yeah, good night." He backs away and I don't open the door until he is out of sight. I reach for the handle but the door won't open. It's locked and I don't have my keys. I can't call Eliza or Jayden or Evan because there most probably drunk and asleep. Raphael is not around so the only person left is Audrey.

Shit.

I grudgingly dial her number...it rings

"Hello."

"Um Audrey, I was wondering if you could come open the front door. I'm not with my keys."

"Lisa?"

"The one and only." I say rolling my eyes.

"How about a No. I need my beauty sleep and your voice is not working for me."

"Audrey don't you dare hang up. Come open the door this instant!" I say getting irritated.

"You could just sleep on the lawn tonight. It shouldn't be that bad. It'll just be a tad cold. But nothing big bad Lisa can't handle right. And if you're worried about being kidnapped, robbed or raped, I'm sure you can beat them to a pulp and show them not to mess with you. Bonne nuit" (Good night)

"Audrey, Audrey!! Don't you hang up on me–"

Beep Beep.

She freaking hung up. I am so angry right now and my head hurts and I need sleep.

Ugh!!

I circle round the house for an open window. I see my room window open but it's high up. Luckily, there's a tree.

Time to climb.

When I was seven, I had this friend Peter, who always made me tag along when he was going to play. He taught me how to climb a tree. Dad thought he was a bad influence on me and stopped me from playing with him. After a while, they moved and I never saw him again. I kept practicing my tree climbing skills but haven't done so in a while. So chances I might fall and break my neck is high.

Putting my phone in my pocket, I start climbing, I do it gradually so I don't slip. One foot after another and I'm high enough. I hold tightly to the branch and crawl forward towards the window.

Crack

Uh oh. That can't be good.

Please don't break. Please don't break. I silently pray in my head.

Seeing as the branch can't hold my weight, I leap, using my hands to hold my windowsill. With all the strength I have left, I pull myself up and into the room.

Phew! I didn't die today.

I pull my shoes off, taking off my jacket and switching my top and jeans for sweatpants and a tank top, I crawl on the bed and I'm out like a light.

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