A/N: I wrote this up in a day?! What? And guess what? Matriculation exams are over! Yay!

Anyways, this was a fun chapter to write. So much insults, you have been warned.

19. Taken, not single

Wolfwhistles and catcalls. Chelsea Sanders positively hated those. She was just a normal thirteen – soon to be fourteen – year old Irish descent American girl and had already gotten a fair share of those during the school year. Majority of them was from the boys from the senior high right next to the junior high where she studied. And those boys encouraged the kids at junior high to tease her too. Why her? Maybe it was her accent, maybe her dyed hair(silver with orange and green stripes) or maybe she'd never know.

Huffing she sat at one of the lunch tables on the yard. It was and empty one with one bench broken so no one really used it since it couldn't host as much people as the others. Their own fault of breaking it… The girl leaned her back against the table and propped her right elbow on it too. Jocks were flirting with cheerleaders, basketball was played and cliques were gossiping. The usual stuff then.

"Bonjour, Chels." A familiar voice greeted her and someone sat on the table by the silverette's elbow.

"Pon-suur, Mikel." Came the reply. Michael cringed at the girl's horrible pronunciation. They had tried to hone it, they really had, but Chelsea was just… horrible at it. She could read and understand French quite well but speaking. No, just no…

"Chelsea… S'il te plait…" Michael sighed.

"I know. Dia duit." The girl changed her greeting into Irish.

"Merci." And short silence fell. "How has your day been this far?"

"Hmm… I want to strangle every single person I meet?"

"Same here."

"Oh? What happened this time?" Chelsea looked up, her blue eyes not meeting Michael's green ones. The boy let out a long suffering sigh.

"Charlene Tyler."

"Ouch." About half of the school knew that Charlene Tyler, a Senior and the leader of a cheerleader mob, had been trying to hook herself up with Michael, 'the Canadian transfer student with sexy French', since the beginning of the year when he had arrived on the Junior class. And since Tyler was going to graduate on the up-coming end of school year, her chances were running low. "What did she do this time?"

"Managed to drag me to the girls' bathroom and almost molested me?"

"Seriously?!"

A solemn nod.

"How did ya get away?"

Michael smirked and turned to look at Chelsea. "Pepperspray."

"Cad(What)?!"

"Thanks for the great idea. She is probably at the nurse office now while the rest of her clique is here." The Canadian gestured one of the groups on the yard who were shooting evil glares at him. No, at them. "I hope she got the message now."

"Yeah… Is it just me but are thos' vultures glaring me too?" Chelsea pointed one of the girls, Delilah Brown, Charlene's year mate, had just given one especially nasty look on her and mouthed something equally nasty.

"Oui, they've gotten the idea that you are keeping me from them." The blonde boy shrugged while eyeing disinterestedly at them.

"Eh?! Where did they get that idea?"

"From us? I mean, we are spending every possible moment together and you are in junior high."

"I'll be a Freshman next year…"

"And I'll be a Senior."

"So? It doesn't give a reason for them to get some unfounded rumors stuck in their heads. Bloody twats…"

"How was your day?"

"Other than getting whistles every time I passed a window? Fine. Dennis Tolbert and Rodney Rennoll tried to ask me on a date. At the same time. I kicked them where the sun doesn't shine after Dennis groped my ass and Rodney stared at my cleavage that was barely shown. I don't even dress revealingly like those sluts." Chelsea nodded towards the clique. Michael smiled faintly, not even flinching when the girl mentioned kicking the two guilty parties between legs.

"I'm sure they deserved it."

"Yeah, but I don't get how people think I'm… free game just because I dye my hair, use miniskirt and tight t-shirts. It's not that revealing is it?"

"No, it isn't but you have also that air of naivety around you despite you kicking people's asses on your free time."

"The best of times." Chelsea muttered when she noticed a group of girls coming towards them.

"Michael, why don't you come and sit with us?" Shirley Noble cooed.

"No need to stay with her." Samantha Johnson glanced disgustedly at Chelsea.

"Yes, did you, like, hear what she did, like, last July?" Mary Langdon gasped.

"No, I didn't. What did she do?" Michael smiled pleasantly (and falsely) at them while Chelsea was silently fuming.

"She lit fireworks in the teacher's lounge!" Delilah exclaimed.

"Ya know… There's no proof for that, you mingers." Chelsea snorted. Yes, she had done it and she had been suspected but nothing had been done as it hadn't been proved even though it was a tradition of hers to cause some extreme trouble on that date. Actually Michael had become her alibi as he had been in Canada back then, on a different time zone (not that the people knew it) and told the headmaster that she had been talking with him via Skype the whole time she was supposedly lighting fireworks. Ah, the wonders of great friends and idiotic adults.

"There's no proof that it wasn't you either!" Samantha snapped.

"Actually there is." Michael continued smiling his empty smile with closed eyes. "I testified for her innocence."

"Wh-What?!" Shirley gasped.

"Yes, she is my dear friend that I've known for a long time. And I don't appreciate people discriminating against her whether it's you who look down on her based on her age and heritage or other hosers looking for 'fun'." The smile slipped away and the green eyes opened just enough to be angry narrow slits.

"Her record is still against her! It's a miracle that she hasn't been kicked out yet!"

"But I have!" Chelsea grinned. "I've been suspended for several times but no one really cares because I do my school work well and sometimes skip classes so no one sees the difference with my absences."

"And I have no intention of hanging out with you. I hope Charlene also understands it." Michael somehow was still calm and composed like only discussing about the weather.

"So you rather be with this… this whore!" Delilah pointed an accusing finger right at Chelsea's face.

"Oi, look at yourself, slapper!" The silverette snapped, slapping the hand away.

"And if you didn't know… I also have a record back home. There was this one guy whose name I don't even remember – and not even his face really – who became all black and blue after one too many insult against me and my fellow Canadians." Michael mused wistfully.

"So piss off." Chelsea made a shooing motion and surprisingly the girls scurried away.

"You are evil. Did you really beat that guy?"

"No. You are also evil."

"They now think we're together." Indeed the cliques were whispering furiously now.

"Why don't we give them what they want? We could also benefit from it." Michael leaned his elbows on his knees.

"Like what?"

"Well, we both like each other and are not interested in the others here who still come after us. And frankly I don't want get molested by some brainless… what was the word you used?"

"Minger?"

"Yeah, that one."

"So you're suggesting that we'd be together-together and possibly even…?" Chelsea left the end of the sentence hanging.

"Basically, yes."

"I like it."

"Great." The Canuck leaned down and kissed the Irish girl right on the lips. Chelsea smiled widely before responding. They could practically hear the furious whispering going up a few notches as they broke the kiss.

"We are the devils of this school, aren't we?" Chelsea grinned happily.

"Yes, we are, ma chére." Michael lifted the girl on his lap and kissed again. "I've actually wanted to do that for a long time."

"Really?"

"Oui. Je t'aime."

"Tá grá agam duitse freisin." Chelsea smiled before turning to face the other people on the yard, her smile turning into a smirk. "We're taken now, bitches."

A/N: Oh my. You two are relly devils Mic and Chels. XD

As you can see Chelsea's speech is quite mixed, she uses Brittish insults she has picked up from her brothers(all of them actually) but also her long stay in America is shown. And when she is really surprised she'll slip into Irish. And she can absolutely not pronounce French even though she has studied it for years(And Michael has tutored her).

Michael in the other hand is very calm and polite but dear lord if you piss him off. He is French Canadian as you remember so he uses French quite fraquently. Although with Chelsea he prefers English so he wouldn't insult her poor skills.

About their relationship... There is love to some extent but that is up to you.

The last lines are kinda obvious, aren't they? "I love you." "I love you too." French and Irish.

See you again someday! Next is Friedrich who shall mee Francois and Alonso! It's BTT now!