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Wow, thanks for the reviews so, I guess I'll continue, since only one person wanted me to leave it like it is. I do know what Clear said in the movie (I've seen it a hundred times and know it by heart) but the great thing about fanfics are being able to tweak the movies a little. I won't go into anything major (like them dating) but I might as well continue. So, back by popular demand: here is the second chapter.

Chapter Two

The Language of Love

The next chance Clear got to see her beloved Alex was the second she walked into her fourth period, eyes already roaming the room for his beautiful face. He was sitting in the back of the room, laughing with a boy that appeared to be his age, and (much to her disappointment) didn't even look up when she entered. Clear let her eyes leave his face for a moment to look at the others around her and saw the dark-haired jock that had been escorted into the principal's office earlier that day; he was surrounded by a large group of people, most of which were wearing matching letterman's jackets. A bubbly blonde was sitting next to him, hanging on his every word and fawning over him, suggestively batting her eyelashes whenever he looked her way. Seeing couples like that always made Clear roll her eyes and this time was no exception and she was glad when she noticed the teacher in the back of the room, looking as though he was trying his best to believe he was elsewhere.

The brunette kept her eyes on Alex as she walked over to the white-haired man's desk, pulling her schedule out of her pocket and trying to straighten it. The man didn't even look up when she stood beside him, shifting uncomfortably and trying to decide whether or not she should verbally get his attention.

"Um...excuse me..." Clear tried, clearing her throat as well, causing the man to look her way. He seemed startled by her presence but quickly pushed those feelings aside, attempting to force a smile but it only managed to come out as a frown.

"What can I do for you miss?" He questioned, a hint of a French accent flowing in among his words.

Clear handed him her schedule, which he didn't even bother to glance out. "I'm new here and..." She began to explain but his words cut her off before she had a chance to so anything more.

"It's the first day of school, everyone is new; there's a seating chart in the front of the room." He told her and with that, tossed the paper back to her and went back to pretending that he was somewhere far from the noisy room and it's boisterous students.

Clear nodded silently, put the schedule back into her jacket pocket and walked up to the whiteboard directly in front of her, noticing a sheet of paper hanging lazily by a piece of tape. Without a glance to those around her (except one or two in Alex's direction) she scanned the row of students and felt her heart skip and beat, then stop beating all together when she saw that she was seated directly behind Alex.

It was all she could do to keep from skipping over to her desk, never more grateful to be in school then she was at that moment. Alex didn't even pause in his conversation to glance at her when she sat down, which was a slight disappointment but Clear knew that things could only get better from here on. After all, he had already talked to her and knew her name, which, granted, he had made fun of but so did everyone so she knew that she couldn't hold such things against him.

Trying to appear inconspicuous, Clear began to dug through her backpack for something that she would never find, only so she could listen to Alex's wonderful voice without looking as though that's what she was looking. He and his friend, were busily discussing their plans for the weekend, as well as recounting all childhood tales that didn't interest her as much as their weekend plans.

Before Clear had a chance to hear any more, the teacher left his desk and stood at the head of the class room, finally getting everyone's attention when he threw a textbook on the surface of the table before him. He smiled as though he had done nothing of the sort and said, "Bonjour classe." He greeted, his words coming easily.

The class simply stared at him blankly and for the first time Clear wondered if she had made a mistake by deciding to take French; she didn't know a single thing about speaking this language, where she at least knew a few things in Spanish. She frowned, sinking lowering her chair and burying her face inside her backpack, pretending once again to be searching for something.

The teacher sighed, pursing his lips and gazing out at the students, who were still staring blankly at them. "And to that you would say 'Bonjour Monsieur Murneau.'" He muttered, trying to sound patiently and being unable to mask his tiredness.

The room was still silent until the man sighed again, turning around to face the board, shrugging his shoulders. "Okay, let's start with something simple, I'll call the role. And when I say your name...raise your hand." He pulled the seating off the board and turned around the face the students, who had gone back to whispering amongst each other.

Mr. Murneau began listing off names, starting with Alexander Browning, for he was at the start off the alphabet; unable to stop herself, Clear reciting the name over and over in her head (never putting her first name with his last, for that would only turn her into one of those girls that she despised.) She was sitting mentally repeating his name when she noticed that the professor was calling hers, repeatedly.

"Clear Rivers...is Clear Rivers here?" He asked for the second time, causing her to blush and quietly call out that she was. As always, she received more then a few snickers, only this time she doubted that they were all because of her name.

Mortified and wishing she was in Spanish class she sunk lower in her seat, pursing her lips and cursing her mother for ever giving her such a name. She continued to sulk until she noticed that Alex was turned around, facing her, which instantly caused her to sit up straight, a smile for him.

"So we meet again Clear Rivers." As he said her name, his lips curled up in a smile, as though he was incapable of saying her name without breaking into a smile.

She only managed to nod, feeling stupid as she did so, but fearing that she would say something even stupider and wisely kept her mouth shut. "So, have you been enjoying our little school so far?" Alex questioned, though once again she could tell that he wasn't truly interested, only making polite conversation so he wouldn't feel guilty about ignoring her for the rest of the year.

"Yeah, sorta." Clear told him, brushing her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ears.

Alex nodded once, shifting in his seat, slightly uncomfortable. "Well, I found my way around pretty well, I've been in here sometimes..." He trailed off, glancing over at his friend, who seemed slightly amused by the whole thing.

Clear had never been a big talker and that was a fact she had known but for the moment, she wanted to be the most interesting person in the world, wanting more than anything to carry on a conversation with Alex. "Right...it's not a big school, I found my classes pretty easy." She muttered lamely, knowing that she was lying because it was a very large school (three floors) and she had gotten lost (four times.)

For a second, Alex studied her, looking over at his friend again, pursing his lips; he wasn't very good at starting up a conversation with anyone (especially not girls he thought to be a little half-way pretty) and Clear was not making it easy for him to talk to. "Clear, this is my friend Tod. Tod, Clear's from Connecticut." His words ran together, so much so that Tod and Clear had a hard time understanding what he had said at all.

Tod nodded once by way of a greeting but Clear was too busy swooning to even notice; she was surprised and impressed that he had remembered everything she had said to him, aside from her name, which everyone remembered. She was about to ask Alex generic questions about himself when the teacher finished calling role and clapped his hands again, causing the room to grow silent once more.

"Welcome to French class where we will learn how to speak French." Mr. Murneau spoke slowly, which he knew would surely benefit the jocks in the classroom. "And for those of you who stay in this class until your senior year, you will get to voyage to Une Ville de Leger!" When he ended his sentence in French, the class once again gave him their soon to be patented blank looks, except Clear who was still feeling mortified and hiding her face until the blushing stopped. Her head perked up when the teacher translated his final words into English, which had everyone's attention. "The City of Lights...Paris." Mr. Murneau said and even smiled slightly when everyone let out a collective "oh" and nodded.

A smile spread across Clear's face as well, though hers was for a completely different reason. She was instantly picturing herself sitting in a quaint little cafe in Paris, sipping coffee while sitting beside Alex, his arm around her shoulder. She pictured seeing the Eiffel Tour (something she had wanted to do since she was little) and, even better, seeing it with Alex; boating down the Seine and seeing all the sights, arm and arm with Alex suddenly made French class the most wonderful class man had ever created.

Her spirits soared even more when she heard the words that Alex leaned over to listen to Tod. "We defiantly need to go on this trip, see all the French women." Tod smiled and nodded his agreement but Clear wouldn't let those words get her down.

Hopefully by the time their senior year rolled around, she would be the American woman that he wanted to spend his time in Paris with. Her mind wandered once again as she pictured Alex speaking sweet-nothings to her in flawless French.

Now she understood why everyone called French the language of love.

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Okay, I don't know if that's really how you spell the French teacher's name but I didn't really feel like getting up, going upstairs and putting the movie on Closed Captionin so I could see how to spell it. Also, I actually take French but don't really understand it, but all the French used is correct (I used my book :) Please review!