A/N: Yes, this is a sequel to "Acceptance". It is much advised to read the first two, "Could it happen again?" and "Acceptance" before read this one. It'll make a lot more sense. I'm not planning on this being a "kick-some-demon-butt" kind of fic but it's possible a small hint of the magical world is brought in. I haven't decided.
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It was a quarter past three, and no one but Cole was home. All the other adults were at work and Melinda and Paris were at school. Technically, school had let out at three, so they were going to be home at any minute. Cole was only home because they were spraying the offices with pesticide; it was a yearly thing. He took it as a long awaited day off. The phone rang and Cole picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Yes, is there a Mr. Turner there?"
"This is he speaking."
"Hi, I'm your daughter's, Paris Halliwell, French teacher. I'm calling because she's currently failing my French class."
"Oh, well I had no idea. I'll talk to her immediately about it."
"She seems to be a bright child, and if she ever needs help, we have students in higher French that would be glad to tutor her for community service hours."
"Thanks."
"Good-bye."
"Bye." Cole hung the phone back up just in time to see his daughter walk in through the kitchen, drop her stuff on the floor, and head straight to the fridge. "Bonjour Paris."
"Hey dad." Paris said, finding the cookies she stashed earlier.
"Ca va?"
"Huh?" Paris looked at her father confused.
"It's French, for 'how are you'."
"Oh yeah… French."
"You know what else is funny? I just received a phone call from your teacher today. You're failing French."
"I know, I just don't understand it very well. I was slowly bringing my grade back up."
"Right… and why didn't you ask me for help?"
"You know French?" Paris acted surprised. Melinda just then came in, and also headed straight for the fridge.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. Why didn't you ask Melinda for help then?"
"Help for what?" Melinda mumbled, a chocolate chip cookie in her mouth.
"French…"
"I took Spanish." Melinda replied.
"Failing is still not acceptable." Melinda took this as her cue to leave.
"Got to go. Au revoir!" Melinda waved off to the two and left to go to P3.
"See, she still knows a little French." Cole commented
"I really am trying." Paris protested.
"Uh huh… so, when you're up to all hours of the night, you're studying for French?"
"Umm…"
"Exactly mademoiselle. Your teacher said that they have kids like yourself who would tutor you after school. Guess what you'll be doing for now on?"
"Daddy, noooo. I have volleyball practice after school."
"Yep, too bad. I'm sure your coach will understand if you explain why you're failing." Paris' mouth dropped open. Instead of hanging out with her friends and playing volleyball for the school, she would now have to spend time with probably some geek who loves French. Great…
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Melinda arrived at P3 not too long later. She waved to one of the bouncers who worked there as she entered. Paige was passing glasses to Piper, who was behind the bar. Her mother and Paige were setting up for a private party that night. She took a seat on a barstool.
"Hey sweetie, how was school?"
"Kind of bad…"
"What happened?
"There was this new guy in my English class. He's really cute and for some reason, I just started starring at him. Ms. Forrest, my teacher," Melinda throws in an authoritative voice to it "then say 'Miss Halliwell, if you can't refrain from starring at the male student, please make it seem like your listening.'"
"Oh no…" Paige said, silently grinning.
"I was so embarrassed because I know he knows I was starring at him and he just smiles." Melinda dropped her head into her folded arms on the counter.
"Oh, well things like that happen. You just have to keep going despite those moments." Piper encouraged.
"Or begin to stalk his every move until you find out every detail of his life. Then tie him up and…"
"Paige!" Piper interrupted her, nudging her.
"Kidding, I'm just kidding."
"Ugh, I'm tired." Melinda complained.
"Too tired to go pick up, Glenn?" Paige inquired. Melinda had volunteered to pick Glenn up from the airport since she didn't want to help set up the club that night.
"I meant of high school. I'm still going to pick him up."
"Don't wait too long, afternoon traffic is murder." Piper advised.
"So, when is Justin coming over for dinner?" Paige asked, totally off subject.
"This weekend. Saturday I believe. Unless something comes up."
"Like Paris failing French." Melinda mumbled.
"What was that?"
"Nothing… I'm going to the library until it's time to pick Glenn up." Melinda said, hopping off the stool.
"Ok, call if the plane's running late."
"Alright, bye." Melinda waved bye and left for the library.
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A/N: I know!! It's not exciting at all. Don't worry, I plan on it getting better. I was about to post another fic when I thought, "I should finish the first chapter of this before I upload anything." And I did. Justin and that dinner will happen in this fic. I'm planning on Melinda being a little more in the story considering the past two were more on Paris' love fest. And yes, Glenn is here.