I own nothing. Slash. Some mentions of self-harm. My apologies if my French is off. Got it from a Translator. Some slash kissiness. REVIEW AND CHECK BACK ON THE 'EYES' CHAPTER FOR UPDATED COLORS!
"Bonjour," I said walking into the classroom, "Mon nom est Cross Jazz. Je serai votre professur Français."
"It's just the four of us, Professor Jazz," Alex said rolling his eyes, "You can chill."
"Je voudrais 'refroidir', mais je trouve ça marrant de te contrarier. Donc, je vais seulement parler en français jusqu'à ce que vous comprenez ce que je dis."
Alex rolled his eyes at me before moving to stand up. Sean grabbed his arm and gave him a pleading look. Was something going on between the two of them? Of course, Sean wanted to, but I wasn't so sure of Alex.
The blond was one of those people. The type of people whose emotions and thoughts jumped around so much that he had no idea what was going on. Hell, I could barely tell what was going on.
"Si vous sortez de la porte tout le monde échoue," I said smiling.
"I think 'échoue' means 'fails'," Sean said nervously.
"I won't leave if he quits talking like that," Alex said glaring at me.
"Déposer l'attitude," I said airily.
A sigh fell from Alex's lips before he sat back down. Maybe he did like Sean or at least cared about him in some way. I'd have to see what would come up with that relationship.
"Bonjour," I said smiling, "Means 'Hello'. So, Bonjour la classe."
"Bonjour," the class said softly.
"Mon nom est Cross Jazz. My name is Jazz Cross. Je serai votre professur Français. I'll be your French professor. Je voudrais 'refroidir', mais je trouve ça marrant de te contrarier. I would like 'chill', but I find it fun to annoy you. Donc, je vais seulement parler en français jusqu'à ce que vous comprenez ce que je dis. So I will only speak French until you understand what I'm saying. Si vous sortez de la porte tout le monde échoue. If you step outside the door everyone fails. Déposer l'attitude. Drop the attitude."
Taking a deep breath I looked around the room and shook my head. I loved talking in French. It really was just so much fun. Maybe I should visit France at some point in time.
"Okay, that was not worth it," I said smiling, "So don't make me do it again. And before you ask, yes, I will teach you all those nasty little words that are running through your heads. Mostly because it's fun. Partly because even if you do use them I'll be able to understand you."
"You're eyes," Hank said softly, "They're rose colored."
"I'm amused. Now, let's go. We have one hour of French. Wherever shall we start?"
As the class continued I found myself loving teaching. Sean was a natural at French while it was taking Alex and Hank awhile. The ginger was smiling happily though.
By the time we finished the class I found myself telling them to translate part of their favorite song into French. Taking something they love and using that to teach them seemed to make the lesson stick.
When I dismissed the class I felt the frustration coming off of Hank and Alex. It seemed Hank wasn't used to not understanding something while Alex was having a hard time focusing.
"Professeur Cross?" Sean said once everyone had left.
"Oui?" I said smiling.
"Do you know?"
"Know what, Sean?"
The ginger looked at the ground blushing while wrapping his arms around himself. He was shy. Either he didn't like talking about this or he hadn't talked about it before.
"About Professor X?" Sean said blushing.
"What about him?" I asked curiously.
"I think…The man that was here before, Erik, I think…I think they were together."
"As in friends or lovers?"
"L-Lovers."
I nodded my head at that. That would explain why Charles took his leaving so greatly, but when I flirted with him he did nothing. Was the ginger looking too far into this or what?
"Thank you, Sean," I said smiling, "Why don't you go find Alex? I'm sure you'd rather be there."
As Sean left the room I started to think more. This was what I was hoping for, a chance that Charles might want me, but I wasn't as happy as I thought I would be. There was just something wrong with it.
Of course this is how everything would work out for me. It was the story of my life, but I knew that I was better off alone. That didn't stop me from wanting Charles though.
Every day it seemed like the two of us were getting closer. Revealing random secrets to the other person. Did that make a difference at the end of the day? Was something going to change?
After Charles found out that I was suicidal yesterday he insisted that I tell him everything about myself. Saying that that didn't work out well for either of us was an understatement.
We only talked for a few minutes before I felt myself completely shutting down. Talking was not a strong point for me. Even less of one when it was myself that I was talking about.
A few minutes of me not answering any questions Charles finally seemed to understand that I wasn't going to talk and let me leave the Common Room. I spent the rest of the day in my room thinking.
"Hello, Jazz," Charles said knocking me from my thoughts.
"Bonjour," I said draping my bag over my shoulder.
"Are you going somewhere?"
"No, I'm not."
"Would you mind coming with me then?"
"Charles, how long are we going to do this?"
Charles gave me a small smile before wheeling out of the room. It seemed as if I had no choice whether or not I was going to follow him. Why? Why did I want this man so much?
The telepath was nothing like the usual man I went after. He was smart and knew what he wanted. Also neither of us were so completely drunk that we wouldn't remember what happened in the morning.
We ended up in a room I hadn't seen on the tour he had given me. It was another simple bedroom so I could only guess that it was Charles room. Why would he bring me here?
"Tell me about Erik," I said as he closed the door.
The telepath froze at that. He had simply told me his friend had left. He never said the mans name before. Maybe he hadn't said it since he had left, but it was only fair that I get to know him if he knows me.
"Who told you his name?" Charles asked staring at the ground.
"Sean did," I said shrugging, "He seems to think that there is something going on between us."
"Something going on between us?"
"Yes, something…Sexual."
Charles eyes widened at that. His blue eyes started into mine before looking back at the ground. A shy Charles was hard to come by I thought as I kneeled in front of the man.
I couldn't get a good look into his eyes so I decided to see what he was feeling. He was confused, but he wanted me. Well, if Charles wanted it too I wasn't going to hold myself back.
"What do you say, Charles?" I asked gently rubbing a hand over his thigh, "Is there something…Sexuelle…Between us?"
Without waiting for him to answer I moved up and attached my lips to his. After a moment of him doing nothing I started to pull back only to have a hand thread into my hair and hold me to him.
"I loved Erik," Charles said pulling back, "But he never knew."
Sitting back I listened to Charles story. He told me about Erik and about his 'sister' Raven. He explained what happened in Cuba and how he ended up in a wheelchair.
The more I heard from the telepath the more I wondered if he was still in love with Erik. I would have asked him that too if Charles hand didn't link with mine half through it.
As Charles finished telling me everything I opened my mouth to say that we should go get something to eat. I didn't get any words out and the telepaths lips were once again attached to mine.
Part of me thought that it would be for the best if I just pulled away, but as I was about to his nails scratched down my neck gently causing me to groan. Damn my weak neck.
"Gunmetal," Charles said breaking the kiss and attaching his lips to my neck.
"L-Lust," I said my eyes fluttering shut.
"I like it."
"As do I. It's one of my favorites."