Faye Berry hated French class with such a burning passion it radiated off her body. Why be forced to sit in a class that was her whole entire family history? She didn't mind being one hundred percent French, but after having to visit the damn country every summer for a few weeks to help make wine on the family vineyard..caviar can sure as hell get on your freaking nerves. Plus, the hot, stickiness of the early September air made it all the more annoying.

The heat was seriously getting to everyone. Irritated by her long, black hair, Faye piled her locks on top of her head while Mademoiselle Estella began reading from her back. Faye turned to her right where her best friend, Grace Hanlon was seated. Grace looked into Faye's grey eyes and grinned.

"I hate this class!" Grace whispered. "It's so incredibly boring."

Faye scoffed softly. "You're freaking telling me..I know everything this woman is saying."

"Why'd you take it as an elective then?" Grace asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Dumb me, thought it'd be an easy grade..stupid, stupid older brother!" Faye's older brother, Johnny, had persuaded her to take French class. Said it'd be an easy A+. Dumb 19 year old fool.

The rest of the class dragged on for extremely long and Faye couldn't help but be extremely relieved when the bell rang for lunch.

** Chris Chambers looked around the cafeteria quite frantically. Where was that damn LaChance boy? Chris couldn't find him anywhere and frankly, was about to have a breakdown.

Chris wasn't dependent on Gordie, he knew that straight up. But being that 'low-life' Chambers boy meant not having the greatest number of friends. He had no idea what he would do if he didn't find Gordie for lunch. He supposed he could sit with Teddy or Vern, his other good friends, but he couldn't find them either. He supposed they were out smoking up or cutting shop class like usual.

"Chris, over here!"

Chris turned around with his tray and grinned when he saw Gordie sitting there with Grace Hanlon and Faye Berry. He knew Grace for almost all of his life, the two had grown up with each other next door their whole life. He didn't really know Faye that much..all he knew was that she was best friends with Grace Hanlon and a pretty nice girl. Chris knew she was quite sarcastic and blunt too, and before had had an uneasiness around her. But they had been friends for a few months, and didn't mind her company.

"Hey guys," Chris said sitting down beside Faye. "Damn, I couldn't find anyone in this mess."

Gordie snorted. "Awww was Chrissy Wissy afraid to be by himself?"

"Up yours LaChance."

"Yeah, yeah," Gordie muttered, poking at his food.

Faye suddenly burst out with a frustrated cry. Chris jumped and looked at her briefly before his heart went back to normal.

"Sorry," Faye said bashfully, blushing. Grace giggled at her friend's obvious embarrassment.

"Faye, what's wrong now?" Gordie asked. Faye and Gordie were best friends. Their mother's were best friends and they had known each other forever, therefore resulting in the quite odd friendship. They were like an old married couple; always bickering.

Faye looked up, her pale face quite flushed.

"I hate the frigging French!!"