Chapter Twelve

On Monday, the next week, I have the file in my bag. It felt like rocks were inhabiting in it. I can't believe I just signed to that contract and even added my own rule.

Hopefully, they don't change their classes to the ones I'm taking because that means I have to also take the pact seriously. 

The day passes by slowly and thankfully, I don't see any of the four guys, except for the classes we have together. Luckily, they ignored me like I wasn't even there.

Weird but I didn't mind. Not one bit.

But as fate would have it, luck was not on my side.

It's the last subject for the day, our language elective. I took French, so did Hermione and Dustin. Well, you can already guess. Hermione sat at the way back of the class while Dustin and I sat in the middle.

"Comment tu t'apelle?" our teacher, Madamé Claire, asked pointing to a random student.

Her eyes widened at the question. Turns out she wasn't listening.

"Uh, Je m'apelle Mademoiselle Georgia Line."

Madamé Claire's eyes twinkled.

"Magnifique. Très bien."

The door opened and our Principal entered the class with four people behind him.

Please tell me they are serving punishments and not actually moving to French class.

"Excusez-moi, Madamé Claire." the Principal said.

"Bien sûr, Monsieur."

"These boys requested to be in your French Elective class for the rest of the year. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not, Monsieur. The more the merrier." she said with her thick accent.

Fred looked around the class. His eyes landed on me and he waved.

Oh my God! Fred just waved at me.

What on earth have I done to deserve this?

As if in sync, the entire class turned to look at whoever Fred was waving at. Luckily, it wasn't me. It was the girl behind me and from what I could see from my corner eyes, she was blushing like a tomato.

"S'il vous plaît, Monsieurs. Get somewhere to sit."

I looked around me and saw that all the seats beside or behind me were already taken. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hi." I heard a monotone voice beside me. I risked a glance and saw a long haired blond boy talking to the boy sitting by my right.

"Hello." the boy said, totally unfazed.

Turns out he's the only one who isn't terrified of Caesar's..... let me just say life.

"Can I sit here?" Caesar asked. And almost as an afterthought, "please."

The boy looked at me and then at Caesar as if he was trying to piece what didn't need any piecing together.

"Yeah, sure. I'm Nort by the way."

Caesar raised an eyebrow at him.

"Caesar."

"Alright, élève, shall we get started."

-*-

After class, I scrambled out. There was no way I was stopping to say even an 'hello' to the boys.

"Madmoiselle Bouts?"

I turned around. Madamé Claire was standing beside her table. And in front of her were four boys.

Four boys that look so familiar.

"Oui Madamé?"

"I need someone to guide these four charming boys through the class since it's their first class with us."

"Bien sûr Madamé. What do they need help with?"

"Everything. From the start up till now. I need you to teach them the Raw Ancient French Language and the Modern Ancient."

What? That is like a forever topic and tutoring. Heaven helps me and they are all dumb.

"So?"

"Uh, oui. Sure."

"Merci Beaucoup." she clapped her hands.

-*-

I was watching the reruns of Modern Family when I heard the doorbell ring

Wondering who that was, because I almost never receive unknown doorbell rings unless it was Hermione and Dustin and they knock, I stood up from the couch I promised myself not to stand up from until Dustin came back with the pizza, and walked to the door. I looked through the peephole and almost stumbled.

What in the frick are they doing here?

"Please we are not coming in. We just want to know if this is the house of Tracy Bouts." I heard Jayden's voice from outside say.

"Uh, this is isn't her house. Try the next one. Thank you." I covered my mouth almost immediately.

I did not just lie about something as juvenile as that.

"Oh, ok. Thank you for your help sir. We are so sorry to disturb you."

Yes, I deepened my voice like the child I am.

They were already walking away when I opened the door.

"This is her house." I said, in a sad way. If dad knew that I lied to a bunch of kids because I didn't want to see their face, he would have my head.

"Oh, hey Tracy. We were just wondering where your house was so I guess you should take us to your house because I don't think the owner of this house will be pleased to see us lingering in front of his house." Fred said ending the last sentence with a frown.

"This is her house dimwit." Clark said.

"I know that, but she doesn't." Fred replied stage whispering.

"So why are you guys here?"

"To start on our tutor. Madamé Claire advised that we should start right away." Caesar said.

"B-b-but, I'm not even ready. How am I supposed to teach you guys if I'm not prepared?"

"Well, that's your problem sweetie." Clark said and entered the house. His friends follows suit. Only Jayden gave me a sympathetic look before entering.

"By the way," Clark said. "You are tutoring us not teaching."

Ugh!

-*-

"Say it one more time and I promise I will get it."

I sighed before saying the word for the hundredth time.

"Bonsoir."

"Bone Sour."

"What? Where did that even come from?"

"From my mouth."

"Fred, it's Bonsoir. Pronounced Bon Swa. Like S-W-A. Swa."

"Oh! Bonsoir."

"Finally!" Clark and I exclaimed.

"Hey!"

"What dude? Even Caesar can pronounce that since I don't know, forever."

"Yeah!" Jayden said. "Didn't you go to Paris last summer."

"Well yeah, but I was more focused on the women and their accent, the language didn't really enter my ear. On the bright side, our interpreter was a piece of hot cake."

"Can we continue please?" I squeaked.

"Sorry Tracy." Fred said.

"It's okay. Comment t'applle?"

"J'mapplle Jayden." Jayden answered.

I nodded my head with approval.

"Comment ca va?"

"Ca va bien merci. St toi?" Caesar answered.

"Je ve bien."

After today, I am proud and confident to say that if they ever travel to a French speaking country, they can walk up to a French man and say the language with ease and confidence.

Well, except Fred. He still needs a little work.

-*-

I am so sorry I couldn't update on time. I have one word for you:

School.

Will try better next time.