Chapter 2

By the time I was in my last class of the day, French, I was ready to kill someone. I had made no friends the whole day, and at lunch I sat by myself with everyone else staring at me. I hate French, and the only reason why I am freaking doing it is because of my mom. You see, she's the daughter of Aphrodite, the goddess of love. And French is the (ewwww) language of love.

I quickly scurried into Mme. Jacques' classroom. Half the class was already seated. I looked around and saw a set of shining dark blue eyes. Oh. My. Gods. He is so hot.

Ugh! Hadyn Hadyn, what are you thinking, you can NOT be like the other girls and swoon over the existence of a GUY! Well. That sounded like something Artemis would think.

I averted my gaze and felt my cheeks get warm. Stop it Hadyn, control yourself, he's just a guy. I thought. Though I admit, a very attractive guy. I sat down at an empty desk near the back of the room, and took out my textbook.

"Bonjour la classe!" A high-pitched voice announced.

Wow. Madame Jacques is..dramatic. Her platinum blonde hair was piled high on her head, fastened by a bright pink bow. Her lips were coloured with too-red lipstick, and her dress was white, embroidered with golden lace. It sounds really overdone, but it actually looked kind of nice on her.

"Many of you as I assume know only little Of this language, but for Grade 10 French, you should know the basics," Madame chimed with a thick, yet understandable French accent. "However, I will start the class with a little quiz to help me know where you are at. I understand that a lot of you forgot much over the summer, yes?".

I've never had a teacher who actually let us review our work in class before. Even if it's technically a pop quiz. But she's not collecting the marks or anything..so yay. The thing is that I may not like French, but thanks to Mom, I am crazy good at it. It sort of just comes to me naturally, like Greek or Latin.

Everything on the quiz sheet was easy as ever, all the verbs and nouns were like elementary level for me. I grinned at the paper when I saw the words "le chat noir". Black cats, Halloween stuff too?

"What's so funny?" I voice beside me asked.

I was surprised for a second since I thought there was no on sitting next to me. I turned around and accidentally whipped my hair on someone's face.

"Ouch." He smirked.

Oh gods. That pair of perfect deep dark blue eyes looked at me, amused. How the hell did he get here? Wasn't he sitting in the front of the room?

"H-how did you get here?" I managed to stutter. "I mean like, I thought you were sitting in the front."

"Oh, so you were looking at me." He chuckled.

Great. Now my face looks like a tomato.

"You look cute when you blush." He grinned.

"Shut up. I'm trying to take a quiz." I looked away, even though I finished like ten minutes ago.

"Mr. Lanfrey, Ms. Grace, could you please either flirt outside of the classroom, or do it in French!" Madame Jacques looked up.

First day of school, and I'm already in trouble. Not anything bad, but still. I can feel Kyle smirking beside me. Why is he paying attention to me anyways? There are a whole bunch of prettier girls who'd do anything to be noticed by him, why me? I mean I'm not complaining, I thought of his cute mysterious eyes. Ugh. Why!? I honestly never took notice of a boy unless he was my friend. Curse you Kyle.