Hey! Sorry for the super long update. But my school's finally OVER! ^^ I'm soooo happy. Anyways, here's the next chapter of the story. Enjoy!
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Francine made it her goal to stalk Arthur relentlessly, watching him, flirting with him and learning all about him. She was delighted to find that Arthur could be a gentleman if he tried, but he preferred staying in his moody shell, snapping at anyone and everyone, including his roommate. Speaking of roommate, Amelia seemed to be tolerating Arthur pretty well considering how much he ignored her for hours on end. Francine sighed, propping her chin elegantly on her hand as she gazed out at the rosebushes out in the school's garden. School had started up again and with it they were forced back into their uniforms. Of course the Frenchwoman had nothing against the uniform. She made it look sexy when she wore it, the skirt a bit more fitted to her, stopping mid-thigh in all its red plaid glory, and her white blouse pressed to perfection. Her hair was done up in a braided and messy bun, looking perfect too in a rather delicate way. Francine sighed again, focusing her attention on the art teacher who was talking about projects. Her gaze drifted across the art room to two Italian boys in her class. They were also aspiring designers, very much like herself.
Lovino and Feliciano Vargas. Lovino's name always came first. He was the older of the two by about five minutes (yes, they were twins) [A/N: I know they're not, but just for the story they are] and he was the one who made an impression. Lovino was loud and completely the opposite of his brother. His hair was a darker shade, his skin a bit more tanned and his eyes a hazel-green instead of the bright amber like his brother. Feliciano was the quieter one who loved everyone. He would be cheerful all the time, with his chestnut brown hair, the weird curl in it, and bright amber eyes. And they both, well, at least Feliciano, thought of her as their sister. She rather enjoyed that. Her gaze then drifted to the other members of the class, ignoring them since they weren't as interesting to her as everyone else. The teacher finally stopped talking and said something, moving to sit down in his seat. All the students shuffled paper, brought forth their sketchpads and started sketching away. Francine blinked again, this time in confusion, and caught Lovino's eye across the room, raising an eyebrow. He glared and rolled his eyes before gesturing to his clothes and then the paper. The Frenchwoman nodded gratefully and quickly took out her own notepad, starting on a new design she had been thinking of.
She started sketching out a rough body for the clothes, then started on the clothes themselves. Before she knew it, the class was over and they were being escorted outside. The Frenchwoman waited at the door, joining Feliciano and Lovino as they walked. Both the Italians greeted her, one with a bright smile and a hug and the other with a customary scowl.
"Salut mes chers Italiens!" she greeted brightly, holding her sketchbook loosely as she strolled with her two friends, her handbag hanging off her shoulder elegantly. Lovino grunted, glaring in front of him. Feliciano gave her another bright smile.
"Ve! Ciao, sorella! Why were you looking distracted today?" asked the lighter haired Italian, smiling as he bounced along. Well, 'e is quite more perceptive zan what I zhought 'im to be, mused Francine as she gave a smirk.
"Hmm, I was zinking about ze new boy. 'ave eizer of you you seen 'im ze whole day?" she asked. Lovino snorted.
"He's in Isabella's class," growled out the older Vargas, scowling away. He had learned the hard way not to even try calling either of the Frenchwoman's friends anything except their designated names. That was not an experience he wished to repeat any time soon. Who knew stilettos could be used as weapons. Francine hummed and fished around in her bag, pulling out a packet of gum and offering one to Feli, smiling as the Italian took one, popped it into his mouth, and thanked her. She put her own stick of gum in mouth and chewed, pulling out her camera while she was at it.
"We 'ave a photography assignment, oui?" she asked, fiddling with the settings on her camera. Feliciano nodded eagerly and bubbled on about how he was going to be photographing Luise. The French-speaking girl simply nodded and hummed along wherever she felt necessary, a small smile lighting up her face as she listened to the younger Vargas go on and on about his crush. It was really cute, if she did say so herself. Just then something else caught her eye. A familiar blond was walking down the corridor, the green streaks evident in his hair and his uniform managing to still make him look punkish. There, in the corridor and glaring at something murderously, was Arthur Kirkland. And he was dressed in the dark blue plaid trousers of the high-school, along with the usual white half-sleeve shirt. The shirt was untucked, the Brit was wearing a spikey leather-and-steel wristband, two stud on one ear and still had his tongue piercing in place. The first couple of buttons of his pristine shirt had been left open, the tie purposefully loosened, and he looked rather gorgeous. A predatory smirk took over the Frenchwoman's face as she eyed the Englishman who was flirting with a small gaggle of girls.
"Ohononononon! I've found my model," she said with an evil smirk as she rubbed her palms together. The two Italian twins exchanged wary glances as they watched the brunette strut over to Arthur. She lazily draped her arms around the blond boy's waist, grinning up at him, all Cheshire-cat like.
"Salut, rosbif," she greeted with a sultry wink. You could practically feel the waves of hate that radiated off some girls. Arthur just looked down at the woman in his arms coolly, smirking and cocking an eyebrow.
"'ello, frog princess. Just what are you doing?"
"I 'ave a proposition for you," offered the female, winking and straightening, dusting her skirt from imaginary dust. The Englishman gave her a slightly curious look, shifting slightly and giving a dramatic sigh.
"I've got stuff to do," he replied, his tongue briefly flicking out, the silver metal embedded in his tongue attracting the attention of all the girls present, including the Frenchwoman. The Brit put in his own heated gaze on Francine, leering at her. In spite of herself, the brunette found a blush creeping up her cheeks. The gaze was just so…raw. Just in time, she remembered the deal and tried to act unaffected, coyly smiling.
"Are you up for it, cher? I want you to model for me for my art project," she said, biting her lip lightly and letting her gaze check him out. To his credit, Arthur didn't react to her scanning, simply grinning more lecherously.
"Model, eh? What else do you have in mind, love?" he asked, laying it thick with the British accent. There were some swoons from other girls while Francine herself remained unmoved. Well…to a certain degree.
"Maybe a reward if you do well," she said with a sleazy wink. She produced a black sharpie and smirked at Arthur, pulling his hand towards herself and scrawling her name and number onto his wrist with a flourish. "Call me when you decide, mon Coeur," she said with a bright flirty grin, turning on her heel and sashaying away, glancing over her shoulder to see the Brit blatantly checking her out. She put a bit more bounce in her steps and swung her hips a bit more, smirking. "And enjoy ze view!" she called.
Some way off, Amelia cast her brother a glance.
"How long do you think this challenge'll take?" she asked. Matthew shrugged, looking at the girls flocking around Arthur.
"Quite some time, eh. I feel a bit sorry for you, Amelia. All the girls with different accents are much more sought after here."
"Don't remind me. Speaking of, where's Gilberta?"
"I don't know and honestly don't care."
"Hmm, I have to find her. She stole my bra. Bye!"
"Too much information Amelia!"
But the American was already gone. With a sigh the Canadian man shook his head and walked away to his own dorm. Man, this was going to be one long year.
Hey guys. I know this chapter wasn't that good, but my lack of muse is affecting each of my stories in strange ways. Ah well, I apologize again. Please review!
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