Je t'adore
Chapter 2:

Hey Guys! :) second chapter of this so far I've gotten good reviews and I'm happy you guys like it! Btw, I want you guys to imagine Alice with the sexiest French accent ever. Like a seductive French accent that just makes you jizz okay ;) ? That's the way I imagined her sounding like when I wrote this.

I stood there dumfounded by the beautiful woman before me.

Mom always told me it was rude to stare, but shit…

I looked down to find my 'friend' who was now at full attention.

Fuck. I gotta' get out of here.

My glance went up again only to find her eyes set on me.

I stood like a deer in headlights.

She looked down at the mysterious object making a tent in my jeans and realizing what it was after a few seconds she turned her head quickly and busied her self in conversation.

Was that a blush just now? Probably not. She probably feels like throwing up.

I felt like running, I felt like getting as far away as possible from her.

And that's exactly what I did, I dashed passed her and her colleagues and bolted out the door.

I ran till my legs could take me no further.

I stopped at a bench near my dorm, breathing as if I've just finished a 1,000-mile marathon with no breaks.

I grabbed my stomach in pain; I was never good at sports or physical labor.

I couldn't stop thinking about the pixie goddess.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

She had seen something so unnecessary; she probably thinks I'm some sort of a creepy pervert.

Dear Bella, why are you such a fuck up?

When I was finally able to catch my breath I pulled my phone out,

8:23 pm, I should get back to the dorm.

I walked into my dorm building; I caught the elevator and pressed the '3' button.

I leaned against the cool stainless steel wall the rumble of the elevator feeling great against my back.

Okay Bella chill, you will probably never see her again and you can move on with life normally.

DING

The elevator door opened and I stepped into to the hallway.

I walked down the old hall trying to hunch over in order to hide my erection.

'382' Fucking finally.

I reached in my pocket and grabbed my keys.

I finally got the door open and made my way inside locking the door once again.

I stripped into my undershirt and boxers and threw myself onto my bed.

I yelled in frustration, my pillow muffling it all.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

What in the?..

Its morning?..

Its 8:45 am…

wait..

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!

I'm gonna' be late for my morning class.

I'm supposed to be show casing some of my work to guest critics today!

SHIT.

I quickly grabbed a white t and some light colored jeans, I threw on some white Nike airs.

I rushed through my room grabbed my bag and sketchbook.

Just as I was about to leave I forgot something.

I smelled my breath. Gross.

I ran to bathroom quickly and grabbed my toothbrush but some paste on it and started brushing.

I spit into the sink and ran out once again. I arrived at my class right before final role call. Lucky.

All of the students art works were on tables in front of the classroom.

I quickly set up my stuff and I took my seat in the old wooden bleacher at the very top.

Professor Aguillon was an old, short, and typical French man; he stepped onto his old wooden podium.

"Bonne classe du matin, comme vous le savez tous, aujourd'hui certains critiques invites de paris seront ici aujord'hui pour evaluer votre travail."

* "Good morning class, as you all know today some guest critics from Paris will be here today to evaluate your work"

I've been preparing for this day for a couple of months now, I heard that these critics are some of the best in the business.

If they like you they could put you up there with some of the greats.

"Assurez-vous de les ecouter et accepter les conseils, oh et n'oubliez pas de prendre des notes!"

* "Make sure to listen to them and accept advice, oh and remember take notes! "

The old man stepped off his podium and made his way to door,

He fixed his tie and pushed back his hair.

He opened the door and in a single file line a bunch of old men came in,

Just as I expected they were all old and scrawny.

That was until.. A beautiful woman wearing a red cock tail dress, pearls along her neck and a head of spiky black hair came in.

She walked in with her heels clicking against the poorly polished wooden floor.

She strutted her way in as if she owned this place, and anybody in here would believe her.

I-ITSSS HERRRRRRRRRRR!

My eyes immediately met hers, making eye contact.

She stared at me, and I stared back.

Without any emotion her gaze left mine and now towards Proffesor Aguillon who was babbling on about something.

"Etidiants Laisser le critiquing commencer!"

* "Alright students let the critiquing begin!"

The students got up and made their way to their respective stations that had their art work.

I got up slowly and made my way towards my stand which was #34.

I sat down on the small rolling chair behind my stand.

My mind is currently wondering what the fuck is going on.

I watched as all of the critics made their way to the students nearest to them,

Soon enough the room was filled with conversation.

I watched as the beautiful woman from yesterday walked about the room as if trying to find something to critique.

As far as I can see all of these tables currently have a critic there.

Well..except for mine.

And think she knew that.

She strutted over I swore everything was in slow-motion from this point.

That was until she was standing right in front of me,

staring at all of my work I think one of them caught her eye the most,

"C'est beau ce qui vous a incite a utiliser ce schema de couleur particuiliere?"

* "This is beautiful, what inspired you to use this particular color scheme?"

Her voice is pure sex..

I stammered on my words nervously

"L-la palet-

"You do not speak much French do you?"

I froze, she speaks English?

"U-um no ma'am I'm from Forks, Washington"

"What is your name?"

" Isabella Swan ma'am, b-but most call me Bella."

"You have a lot of talent Isabella, I admire your bold technique"

"Thank you, I-

"Meet me at this address this afternoon at 7:30 alright?"

She handed me a laminate business card

I stood up, reached out and grabbed it.

" Um Th-thank you its been an honor"

She looked me up and down and smiled seductively.

"No problem Isabella..."

She walked passed my table to the next, swinging her hips seductively.

What the-

To be continued...

Thanks for all the reviews, favorites and all that good stuff! You guys are awesome! I'm not French nor do I speak French lol I'm Filipino. So excuse any mistakes with the French and stuff. But I think French people and the French language is super fucking hot.