This story was written in the car on my way to God knows where. I didn't mean to make Bebe and Wendy *~*Mary Sue female charcacters!~*~*~ it just happened. Sorry if I offended your views on strong female characters who don't need no man.


"Anyone know who the creepy looking kid is?"

"What?" The girl sighed, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder and pointing. The other girl, with wide eyes, followed the finger and faced the direction of a student covered in dirt with a scowl.

"That's Christophe, he's an exchange student or something."The blonde wrinkled her nose.

"He freaks me out." Her friend hummed in agreement. She started to ask about whether or not they Bio homework when the blonde suddenly jumped in the air.

"Clyde!" she squealed. The attractive figure apporached, grinning.

"Hey, babe." He gave his girlfriend a kiss on the forehead, wrapping one arm around her waist. He turned to the other girl.

"Hey Wendy!" He looked past her and stared. "Who's the Rambo looking kid?"

"Claude or something." The blonde rolled her eyes.

"Actually, Bebe, it's Christophe." A light accented voice replied. Wendy smiled.

"Hey, Gregory!" Meanwhile, Bebe stared at the tall blonde before her, flipping her hair back. Clyde scowled.

Wendy looked back at what she could only describe as a menacing soldier. His body was dark, just enough sun, with dark shaggy hair and haunted eyes. If those eyes ever met mine...Wendy shuddered. Her gaze lingered to his arm.

"You know why he has the bandages?" She asked Gregory.

"Probably got them in a fight." Bebe muttered

"I would say he stopped the fight." Gregory answered, laughing to himself.

Clyde stared at him."Why do you know so much about him?""The exchange program assigned him to my house. Which is odd, considering I was once in the program as well."

"Right, I forgot." Wendy recalled, fixing a hair that was too long to be her bangs.

"Yes. Lucky for him, I'm fluent in French.""He speaks french?" Bebe leaned into Clyde.

"Most of the time," Gregory replied. "He's getting better with his English." He smirked, and Wendy felt like melting.

"He freaks me out," Clyde announced, running his hand through Bebe's out of control approached the group, grabbing Gregory by the shoulder and tugging him aside. He muttered, voice rough and deep. Gregory answered him in French, crossing his arms. He laughed during their conversation, eyes flicking back to the girls."Aww," Bebe cooed. "What a shame, he's so hot too!"

"What do you mean?" Wendy asked, before Clyde could get his jealous word in.

"Gregory has a crush on the exchange kid. Isn't that sweet?" Wendy fumed, clawing at her notebook. Dammit!

Christophe left, Gregory's eyes lingering on him, eyes lowering to his ass. Wendy bit her lip. How had she never noticed earlier?

"I have to go to English now," Gregory readjusted his books. He said his goodbyes and began to walk away. He whipped his head back, hair falling into his unreal blue eyes.

"By the way, Christophe wanted me to tell you it didn't take his sharp hearing to hear you three gossiping. I suggest you lower your voices next time." His laughter faded as he left Bebe, mouth hung open, Clyde, raising an eyebrow, and Wendy, who barely heard the bell and cursed her crush for making her late for class for the very first time.