One - shot!

"Salut, je suis de la France..." a brunette spoke. "Je transfère d'une école en France. Spencer Hastings." Her speech was fluent and flawless. The guy looked up at her, not knowing what to say. He was mediocre at French. Honestly, he didn't even know what she was saying! But, he'd never seen her in his life, so he could assume that she was transferring to Rosewood High.

She waited for a response, "Savez-vous où la classe de M. Fitz est? Location of Mr. Fitz's classroom."

He nodded his head. He didn't know how to say 'follow me' or anything, so he just started walking. He was so troubled in understanding her. He sighed and just hoped that she would understand sometimes. He nodded his head when he arrived at the classroom. She smiled at him and walked inside.

"Merci," she whispered.

He knew that it meant thanks. He smiled at her as she walked inside of the classroom. It was weird that she only spoke French.

"Who was that?" his friend Caleb asked.

"French exchange student," Toby responded. "She's super pretty, but she doesn't understand a thing I say, I think. She doesn't speak English."

"You should ask her out, since she barely knows anything about our school," Caleb suggested. "She probably won't understand what you're saying half the time!"

Toby grinned at the idea for some reason.

"That actually sounds swell," Toby said with his grin. "Maybe, man. I'll see you after school."

***Later***

After school, Toby saw the French exchange student again. He was with Caleb. He motioned for the girl to come over to him, and she did. Caleb and Toby exchanged looks of happiness. He was going to ask the exchange student out! She's probably say yes.

"Salut," she greeted with a smile.

"Ummm...uhhh...salut!" Toby tried to exclaim, even though his French accent was poor. His mom spoke French, not him.

He opened up Google Translate on his phone and started translating phrases to say to her.

"Spencer, vulez-vous sortir avec moi?" he poorly asked her to go out with him in French.

"Oh, peut-être bientôt! Je suis occupé aujourd'hui," she responded.

Toby had no clue what it meant.

"Caleb, what does that mean?" Toby asked quietly.

"I don't know, I don't speak French!" Caleb cried.

Spencer giggled.

"Yes or no?" Toby tried.

"Peut-être," she said.

"Oh fuck, her French is so hot, Caleb!" Toby exclaimed. "I would totally do anything to do her right now. She's so hot, I'm not even joking."

"You'd do her?" Caleb laughed. "I've got Hanna, so..."

Spencer laughed loudly.

"You're such a douche!" Spencer exclaimed, laughing loudly. "I speak English. Fluently, actually."

Toby's face turned red, "Holy crap, Caleb! Do you know what I just said? And she speaks English! Wait, why were you speaking French to me?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "It's my first day here. I thought I'd start it off with some French. I wasn't expecting you to be so profane and profess your thoughts about doing me. I can promise you that."

Toby blushed.

"Oh god, I screwed up," Toby quietly said.

"Somewhat," Spencer said with a shrug. "To be honest, that was pretty sexy. And by the way, I said maybe for the date. I'd actually love to go with you tomorrow, if you're still wanting to. I'll see you around."

Toby stood there in awe. He was taken by surprise when Spencer leaned in and kissed his lips softly before smirking and walking away.

"A really surprising day..." Toby said, staring at the floor.

He touched his lips, where Spencer had kissed him, and smiled.