Not the fist chapter. Just a prologue. To 'introduce' the story. Don't worry, I keep writing Other Teenage Stuffs but I had that little idea in mind so... there it is.

I never went to France. Too bad.

I don't own TDI

Prologue

I've never been really impressionable. Never. But since I met him, all of this changed radically.

Everything started at school. I was almost late for the science class. I always liked sciences; it was and it is still my favourite school subject.

So, as I stepped in the classroom for the course, I saw a ebony haired guy sitting at my place. There was no other place far so I sat on the empty seat next to him.

I was staying on my side and him, on his. Although we were clearly not looking at each other, I remarked his light brown hair and his gorgeous olive eyes; a bit like Bridgette's ones. He seemed to be the kind of guy who gets everything; the highest grades and the hottest girls. Unfortunately, I wasn't one of these so called girls he would take. I was a prep and bitchy high school student who was dating a badass punk that was cheating on me with every damn hotties in the school. I liked Duncan, really, but he never really cared about me. I was just his little sex toy with who he was playing every time he had the occasion.

Mrs. Johnson, the science teacher, stepped in the classroom with her usual warm smile worn on the face. She glanced at us.

"Ah, Courtney, I presume you already met your new partner, Derrick. He's from France so you'll have to help him out figuring what I am saying..."She said, giggling a bit.

I looked to Derrick, who seemed to be really shy. Seeing that there would be no way he would say a word, I broke the ice and spoke.

"So... you're from France. I never went there but it looks interesting."I paused to see his beautiful face glaring at me. He was cute. Really cute. But, next to him, I looked like that stupid snobbish girl everyone compares me. I continued just to see if he could respond me.

"What city are you from?"

He glanced gracefully at me, like if he was glad I asked this question. His blue eyes met mine and I totally felt like a moron when he talked.

"I am from Lyon. It is a great place but I was looking forward to come to America. And, as I can see, girls are prettier here..."

I melt. He really said that girls were prettier here! The most romantic thing Duncan ever told me was that my butt looked beautiful in tight jeans. Derrick took my hand and shook tenderly.

"Enchanté de te rencontrer, beautiful."

As he dropped my hand, I felt a paper holding into my fingers. I took it and read his phone number written on.

I wanted so bad to call him but what if Duncan found out? I know how he could be jealous though we were not really "dating".

Before I could say anything else, Derrick mimicked a little move with his hands.

"Call me." He whispered seductively.