A/N: This is one of my 'let's get unblocked on GtS' attempts, this time with an LJ challenge- lover100, with one hundred love themed prompts. So here we are with the first one- Wash/South, of course. ;)
Also, whoever catches the "bother" reference wins at life.
The French roughly translates to:
"Miss Howard, is there are a problem?"
"No, Madame. I've finished my exam."
"Very good, my dear. You may leave/you're dismissed."
Much thanks to Melta for helping me with the French, as I have lost almost all my skills.
Cassie leaned back, sticking the pen in her messy half bun. She had finished the French examination in record time- not like that was any surprise. She had a one night stand with some French speaking guy from Canada the summer previous; easily picking up every dirty word she could and moving on from there.
She was one of the few sophomores in AP French; more often than not this was a junior class, a desperate rush to gain college credits in any way possible. But as she gazed around the room she noticed she was not one of the only sophomores in there- a few nerds scattered here or there, and a guy she vaguely recognized as one of her brother's friends. Slightly rumpled brown hair, dark blue eyes, crooked half smile as he noticed her watching him.
Shit.
She pulled her pen out of her hair and busied herself with questions she had already answered. A piece of paper fluttered delicately onto her desk and curious, she picked it up and read it.
Nice try. You finished those questions half an hour ago.
She glanced to her left, and then to right, finally spotting the mysterious sender. Sure enough, it was her brother's friend, an arrogant smirk on his face.
Of course, the jerk had to look even more handsome when he was mocking her. Damn him.
What the fuck? You were watching me? Fuck off, loser.
She lobbed the paper in his direction, and he caught it with ease.
He was bent over the desk as he replied, flicking his hair out of his eyes in irritation. She noted the teeth marks on the top of his pen and caught herself smiling without thinking.
No. I'm not going to stop bothering you until you tell me your name.
Cassie growled, her thumb smearing the ink as she scribbled a response.
Go fuck someone else. I'm not interested.
She turned her attention back to her paper, hoping that being absorbed in verb conjugations would stop her heart from flipping over at the sight of him.
A crumbled piece of paper hit her desk. A second, third, fourth. Another by her feet, and a sixth hit the back of her head.
"What the hell?" She hissed under her breath, glaring at him. He had a perfectly innocent expression on his face, but his eyes told a different story- they flashed with a wicked, infuriating gleam.
She opened one, squinting as she attempted to decipher his messy scrawls.
Bother.
She opened the rest.
Bother.
Bother.
Bother.
Bother.
You look pretty when you smile.
"God damn it!"
Her French teacher looked up from her desk, where she had sat pretending to grade papers but secretly reading the latest issue of Cosmo. "Mademoiselle Howard, Est quil y a une probleme, ici?"
Cassie smiled sweetly, "Non, Madame, ca va bien. J'ai finir avec l'examen."
"Tres bein, cherie. Tu petut sortir maintenant."
"Merci." With that, she swept up her book bag, deposited her exam on her teacher's desk and walked past him with her nose in the air, as if not to give him a second thought.
On his desk a single piece of paper remained, and he unfolded it.
Cassie.