Oh my gosh guys! You are so amazing! I completely forgot to mention that this is inspired by Anna and The French Kiss! And like 5 readers already figured it out, I thought I was the only one that read it. It's a really good book, I suggest you read it, but then again, you'll find out what's going to happen…
CALLMEVEE: ERHMEHGERD! I'm so sorry I messed up your name! I was in a hurry when I was typing it. And haha, don't worry, there will be more Weronika in the story (;
Okay, to clear up all the confusion, Trish does NOT have a crush on Austin. Even though Meredith has one on St. Clair in the book. I'm not planning on that happening because I honestly cannot see Trish and Austin together.
Enough rambling, Here's the chapter!~
Ally's POV-
After waking up, I silently argued with myself whether or not knock on Trish's door to see if she wanted to walk down to the cafeteria with me. I ended up chickening out and just going by myself. Luckily, I managed to locate the cafeteria, which was in a different section of the school. Which meant, that I had to walk outside.
Great. First day of school and it's raining. I groaned and opened up my umbrella. I sighed and exited the junior and senior dormitory. I blended in with another group of students and crossed the road. I looked around the city and it wasn't as lively as it was yesterday when I arrived. Today it seemed a little dull, but the old buildings gave a elegant essence to the atmosphere.
There weren't just students, tourists bustled around, hopping on the buses, snapping pictures, and all the other things that tourists typically do. Maybe buy a keychain, or a postcard to send back home, or order escargot. I mean, I would if I were on vacation. But I'm not.
It took about 5 minutes to walk from the dormitory building to the main school building. A French and American flag hung from the flag poles and the huge gates were opened up. I casually made my way through the doors when a preppy school girl in a plaid skirt, knee high socks, and collared white shirt failed to move past me discretely. She turned back and shot daggers at me. I glared at her back. Not my fault she was too obsessed with her hair and outfit this morning to even bother consider the weather outside. Just my luck, school hasn't even begun yet and I've already received an evil glare from some random snooty girl.
To my amazement, the school was about twice as big as my other high school was. Everything seemed to be fit for royalty or people that owned a stately mansion or something. But the cafeteria was what intimidated me the most. In Miami, students either ate outside, or in a crowded gym, but this place. Oh this place, is like heaven. While school there had year-old milk, they had refrigerated beverages, sodas, juice, bottled water, carbonated drinks with all sorts of flavors. Oh God, this place even has its own coffee stand!
Okay, what should I do first? Order my food, because the line is still pretty short, or find a table? I decided on finding a table since the whole menu is in French. What am I supposed to order when I don't even speak one word of French? All I know is, Oui and Bonjour. Which won't do me any good.
I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw Trish standing there.
"Hey!" She greeted. I gave a huge sigh of relief. I'm saved! "C'mon. We're sitting over there." I followed her to a table where two other people were sitting there already. I recognized them both. One was Dez and the other one was Libby. "Guys, this is Ally."
"Oh so you're Ally!" Libby smiled as I nodded. She held out her hand. "I'm Libby."
"Hi." I replied shortly.
"Dez," The red-head spoke up. "Future Academy winning director." He added a title afterwards. I laughed.
"You have a pretty big dream." I told him. He shrugged.
"Lots of people have big dreams. Only the really brave ones are willing to actually chase them." He said. Trish and Libby stared at him in awe. "What?"
"Dez," Libby gasped.
"That's the smartest thing you've ever said!" Trish continued. I chuckled and set my bag down next to my chair and placed my book on the table.
"Sorry I didn't knock earlier Ally, you know to see if you wanted someone to walk with. I wasn't sure if you were awake yet." Trish apologized.
"No, it's totally fine." I smiled.
"Whatcha got there?" Libby asked, pointing to my book. I traced the 'A' on the cover and smiled.
"It's my songbook/journal." I informed them. Dez nodded.
"You write songs? I never knew that." Trish said. I shrugged.
"It's something that I mostly keep to myself. I'm not even sure if they're any good." I confessed.
"Well, if you got in the school at this time of year then it must be amazing!" Libby exclaimed. Trish nodded in agreement. "Okay so everyone's here?"
"Not Vee and Austin." Dez looked around. "There's Vee, but no Austin."
"I met Austin last night." I informed them.
"Blonde hair, really tall?" Libby asked. I nodded.
I saw the other girl from the photo. She walked this way and pulled up a chair and sat next to me.
"Hi! I'm Vee. " She chirped. I waved to her. "Are you Ally?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?" I asked her. She smirked and opened her mouth.
"Austin mentioned something about meeting this pretty brunette girl, named Ally, last night when he was helping me unpack my stuff." She scooted closer to me and nudged me.
"Okay! That's enough, Vee." A muscular voice announced from behind me. I jumped. I recognized his voice and I blushed.
"Austin!" Dez hopped up and did some simple handshake with Austin.
"What-up!" They both said at the end. Austin saw me and smiled.
"Hi, Ally." He said. I smiled at him and waved.
"Great! We're all here!" Trish cheered. Then she looked at me. "Aren't you going to eat something Ally? Are you on a diet or-"
"No. no. It's not that." I assured her. "I just don't know how." I motioned to the menu.
"What do you mean?" Vee asked. I sighed.
"I don't speak any French." I confessed. I expected them all to laugh, but they didn't.
"Don't worry, it's really simple." Libby insisted.
"Yeah, you'll catch on pretty quickly. Most people here," Trish pointed to Dez. "can't speak it either, or at least very well."
"For now you should be able to learn the basics." Vee added. "Oeuf. Egg. Pomme. Apple."
"Here, come with me." Austin gestured for me to follow him to the line. "I'll help you. I haven't gotten anything to eat yet either."
"Oh, okay." I returned my book into my bag, and followed him to the line. Along the way, he got asked, Austin! Hey, man, how was your summer? Or Hey Austin! Missed you over the summer. We should catch up sometime. But the one that made my fists tighten the most was the one before we got in line.
"Hey Austin." A girl with brunette hair said, flirtatiously. She started twirling her hair with one finger and batted her eyelashes at Austin. All he did was nod.
"Hey, Brooke. How was your summer?" Austin asked, no emotion in his voice what so ever.
"Fantastic! But it could've been better if we hung out." I could just puke right now. Then she turned to me. "Who's this?"
"This is Ally, she's new." Austin answered for me. Brooke eyed me up and down before plastering an unconvincing fake smile on her face.
"Well, I hope you have a great year her, Sally." She said to me, quite bitterly too. She messed up on my name, thinking I wouldn't catch it and dare to correct her.
"It's Ally." I spoke up. She shrugged and walked off in the other direction. "Perfect."
"What?" Austin chuckled.
"My first day of school here, I learned that I have to know French in order to buy something that I need to survive, it's raining, and I've possibly already made my first enemy of the year." I looked at him. And he raised his eyebrows. "Aren't you just happy for me?" I asked him, sarcastically. He laughed again.
"It'll be okay, Alls." He comforted. He has a nickname for me already.
"If you say so…" I shrugged. We walked up to where we're supposed to order and the chef asked me something that I couldn't understand. I looked over at Austin for help. He laughed.
"He asked you, what you wanted." He translated. I glanced over at the menu. I groaned in frustration.
"See! It's hopeless! I can't read anything!" I whined.
"No it's not." He reassured me again. This boy won't give up will he? "Here. First lesson about a French breakfast here. It's simple."
"Uh, no it's not. Like I've been saying I don't-" I interjected. But Austin cut me off.
"No, I mean, it's simple and not all heavy like the ones in America." He explained. "Most of the breakfast items involve a variety of breads. Croissants, being the most famous, as you may know. But that also means, hardly any meat."
"Bacon? Eggs?" I asked hopefully. He shook his head.
"Nope. Lesson two, look at the words on the board. Repeat after me, Granola." I raised my eyebrow and he laughed. "It means granola. Here, try this one. Yaourt."
"Oh gosh, I wonder what it means!" I exclaimed sarcastically. "Hmm, now, I'm just going to take a wild guess here, so don't laugh. Yogurt?"
"Amazing!" He clapped his hands together. "Are you sure you've never lived in Paris before? Because from the looks of it, you're a true natural."
"Funny." I joked. Just then, the chef yelled at us. So to save time, Austin just ordered granola and yogurt for me. We walked back to the table.
"Finally!" Vee let out a huge breath. "We thought you guys ordered everything off the menu."
"Austin here," I used my thumb to point to Austin. "Was teaching me how French. And I epically failed." I sat down in my chair.
"She wasn't that bad." Austin admitted, sitting down next to me. "I just wished that her sarcasm didn't puncture my heart as it did."
I rolled my eyes and nudged him. "Shut up."
"So, Ally, where you from?" Libby asked. I took out a spoon and poured the granola into the yogurt.
"I'm from Miami." I told them.
"Really? We're from Miami too! Weird." Trish said.
"Yeah, how come we've like never met?" Vee turned to me. I shrugged.
"Miami's pretty big." I said. They all agreed. "What art do you guys go here for?"
"Filming." Dez lifted up his camera.
"Fashion designing." Trish picked up her design pad.
"Modeling and singing." Libby said.
"Art, you know, like sketching and painting." Vee handed me her sketch pad. It was filled with amazingly drawn buildings, flowers, and others.
"Acting, singing, dancing," Austin said. I raised my eyebrows.
"Wow, triple threat." I nodded. "Do you play any instruments?"
"Psh, the question is, what can't he play." Vee scoffed about her older brother.
"He can play anything. Drums, piano, guitar, bass, violin, a trumpet you name it." Libby added. Wow, now I'm truly impressed.
"How about you, Ally?" Austin asked.
"Oh, I write songs and sing a little." I replied shyly.
"Really?" He smiled. "I can't write songs to save my life."
Just then, Dez started laughing. "Dude, remember that time you tried to write a song for Cassidy?"
Austin stiffened and turned a shade of pink. Oh yeah, I forgot about Cassidy. "Never speak of it!"
"But you gotta admit it was pretty funny." Vee giggled at the thought.
-Oh, Paris!-
"Guys, breakfast is almost over, let's head over to the commons area in the school building. They're handing out our class schedules." Libby suggested. We all agreed and threw our trash away. Man, how many buildings did this school have?
We walked out and luckily it stopped raining. Trish and Dez walked ahead of us, they were bickering about something that had to do with gingerbread men and them disappearing. Libby and Vee were disgusting the latest songs. And I walked in pace with Austin.
"So do you really write songs?" Austin said, breaking the silence. I pulled out my book.
"Yup, all in here." He reached for it, but with instinct I yanked it away. "Don't touch my book!" He looked shocked. "Sorry, it's just that this book is really personal to me. My grandma gave it to me before she passed away."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know." Austin said, sympathetically. I shook my head.
"It's fine."
I stepped into a wide commons area with circular tables and a few benches. A group of students were already in line for their schedules. We all separated into our alphabetical lines. Trish was in mine. Unfortunately for us, some idiot was complaining on how his schedule was messed up.
"But I didn't ask for theater. I put down Computer Applications!" He yelled at the lady. I could tell she was trying her best not to blow her top at him.
"Daniel, this is the only other option you have. That class is already full."
But he wouldn't budge. That's when Trish lost her top.
"Listen, here," She grabbed him by the collar. "You are taking theater, whether you like it or not okay? Now, can you book your butt, so we can all get out schedules before we turn 50?!" He nodded, scared and gathered his schedule. Some people around us clapped and whistled. I laughed.
"Well, you like to get to the point." I said. She smiled as she regained her composition.
"It's a gift." She sounded just like Dani.
"Ally Dawson." I politely told the lady, hoping it would somewhat cheer up her day after that lunatic. She smiled up at me. She scanned through the folder and pulled out a piece of paper.
"Here you are dear! Enjoy your first day!" She chirped. I waited for Trish to get hers. We found everyone, except for Austin and Dez, else already waiting for us in the back. That's when the exchanging happened.
Turned out that I had 2 classes with Libby, Math and Singing Class, 3 with Trish, Science, History, and Free Period and 2 with Vee, Gym and Intro to French Literature. I was so glad that I had classes with them. I looked over at Austin and Dez. Well, mostly Austin. The way that his hair flopped the right way, his smile, his eyes-
"Geez, Ally, stare much?" Vee laughed. I turned to them.
"What?"
"You know you really shouldn't do that," Libby added. "It's not attractive." They all started laughing and I blushed. The boys started heading this way and Trish poked my stomach. I rolled my eyes.
"What classes do you have, Ally?" Austin leaned over and peeked at my schedule. Happy day! I have Science, Singing Class, and Songwriting with him.
"Really? No one has French with me?" I complained. Everyone shook their heads.
"Sorry, Ally. I took Beginning French Freshman year." Trish, Dez, Austin, and Libby apologized.
"And I took Beginning French last year." Vee told me. I sighed. Just suck it up Ally. You can do this.
"Aw, come on, it won't be that bad." Dez assured me.
-Oh, Paris!-
I walked into the French room. Alone. And you know when people in the class stare at you when you walk in and you get all nervous? Yeah, my worst nightmare.
"Bonjour, class!" The teacher skated into the room. No, literally. On roller skates. "It's great to see you all again. And I do see some new faces, and I would just like to say, Welcome to Beginning French! Now, let's begin." She scanned the room and her eyes fell on me. "For the new ones here," Meaning me. "Je m'appelle Professeur Cameron." She curtsied and the whole class broke out into laughter. Then, everyone turned.
"Hi." I said in a tiny voice. Yup, I was the only junior in this class. And the only new kid. Perfect.
"Okay, now that is done, why don't we all turn to page one in the books. We will start with the basics." The rest of the class, in fact the whole day, had gone in a flash. I liked Professeur Cameron. She's pretty cool. But the one set back was my English teacher. He spit everywhere! I have wet spots on my notebook. This is what I get for sitting in the front. Lesson learned.
I walked back into the cafeteria for lunch and decided to dodge the line and just go to the fruit and salad bar. I picked up some bread and a bowl of grapes. I spotted Trish and everyone else at the same table this morning. I walked over and received hi's and smiles.
"So, Austin, have you seen Cassidy yet?" Libby asked, drinking from her bottled water. Austin shook his head.
"No, but we're meeting up tonight." He said. Weird. Was that? Was that disappointment in is voice? I ignored it and looked at my food. Ew, the grapes still had some dirt on it. I began wiping the fruit with my napkin. I noticed that everyone got silent. I looked up and they were all staring me.
"What?" I asked, curiously. Vee laughed and Libby laughed.
"Nothing." Austin continued to stare at me. "Get back to washing your grapes."
"They were dirty okay? I don't want to eat dirty grapes." I insisted. He held up his hands in defense.
"But have you even tasted them yet?" Vee asked. I shook my head. I felt someone pluck the grape from my hand. I turned just in time to see Austin popping it into his mouth. Then he took another one.
"Here, open up." I did as he told me. The grape slid against the bottom of my lip. As I bit into it, all the flavors exploded. They all laughed. "Just wait until you drink the wine here."
"So, Ally, how was French?" Libby questioned. I shrugged.
"It's okay. But it sucks being the only junior there." I said. "If I had known that I would be spending an entire school year in Paris, then I would've taken French not Spanish."
"Hey, hey, hey. There's nothing wrong with Spanish." Trish reasoned. I gave her an apologetic look. And she smiled.
Then, they all started talking about all the things they did last year and I felt lonely because I wasn't there. I got up and everyone looked up at me.
"Ally? Are you okay?" Vee asked. I nodded.
"Um, yeah. W-where's the bathroom?" Trish and Libby looked at each other.
"Down the hall, to the right." Austin looked concerned, but I left before he could say anything more.
I stayed in the bathroom for the rest of lunch. I just realized now that I missed home so much. Don't get me wrong, everyone is great here, but they all have something to talk about, while I'm the outsider. I just wish my parents gave me more time to think about this. That they gave me a choice if I wanted to go.
Ugh, I'm not satisfied with the ending. It seems… I don't know. I feel like it's not enough. But trust me, it will get better. There were some Auslly in here…
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