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Calling it an obsession was too much, and calling it a hobby wasnt good enough.
A game.
That's what he called it.
After all that's the name you gave a competitive challenge one plays according to rules that gets decided by skill, strength, or luck.
And he possessed all of that.
André had always been a ladies man, not only did he have the looks to go with it, but the charm as well. It was so easy for him to get attention from a girl he wanted, so the harder the girl was to get; the more he enjoyed the chase. In the end, he always left them for another girl; more difficult and more beautiful than the last. Since arriving to this school, he felt disappointment; there were not many lovely ladies to choose from who would present a challenge. But of all the ones he noticed, one stood out from the rest of them.
She was absolutely stunning, and he was an expert in reading girls. As mentioned before, winning a game took skill, and spending so much time trying to figure out what he could do to capture a girls attention had allowed him to figure out what they wanted or what they were like from the smallest things; things most people would over look. What had really gotten him however not only the fact she had completely ignored him, but the determined expression of defiance she had on her face. She would be a challenge.
Even more so if someone was fighting for her affections. He had suspected it when he had asked the young man sitting next to her to move, this 'gentleman' had sent him a silent challenge, daring André to attempt to take his seat next to the girl he had set his mind on. He would be his biggest rival, especially more so now that he realized she felt the same way for this... imbecile. It was the best word he could use. No sane man would dress like that, not even in a country such as the United States.
Their embrace in the hall practically SCREAMED the emotions they felt for one another. But as he had predicted, she was difficult. Even with the man she loved. So he would have to calculate carefully.
André waited patiently in his seat for the group to return; he had heard this girl was the class president, and that she took her responsibilities incredibly seriously,
This would be the best way to approach her, he thought to himself. Throwing off suspicion and allowing him to make friends with his rival while destroying their relationship. Obstacles were always the most fun.
He felt somewhat disappointed that the bell rang before they had come back; while he was looking forward to this chase, he knew he had to act carefully as well. Although his rival was an imbecile, he knew when not to mess with someone, the glare he had been given surprised him, there were not many who possessed the ability to intimidate him, yet this imbecile managed to throw him off guard, telling him to stay away from the blonde beauty he believed belonged to him. Idiot.
Girls began to surround him as he rose from his desk, "WE'LL HELP YOU GET TO YOUR NEXT CLASS ANDRE!" they squealed.
He smiled "It is such an honor to have such lovely young ladies so willing to help me on my first day, it is so hard moving from one country to another!" he gave them a look of distress and added a pose to emphasize his "unbearable conditions".
"KYAAAAAA!" They squealed
As they accompanied him to his next class he kept his eye out for the girl, hoping he would not have to wait too long till he saw her again.
The group made it to their next class with time to spare, but before they began talking, the squealing of various girls interrupted them.
Jackie's mouth dropped open "No..."
"Way!" Gunther finished.
André strode into the classroom with a swarm of girls around him, glancing around the room he noticed Kendall and her friends starring in his direction, flashing his lady-killing smile, he thanked and excused himself from the crowd of girls and walked over to her.
"Bonjur madmosel," He took her hand into his , bent over and kissed it, "I hope I did not cause you any discomfort when I asked to sit next to you in our last class, I simply wished the class president help me on my first day." He straightened, but kept hold of her hand "I have such wonderful luck in having another class with you." He suck a glance over to her friends, "Perhaps, you could dedicate some of your time especially to me?"
Jackie and Gunther's mouths dropped open, while Kick kept his steely gaze locked on the French exchange student, his expression unchanged. The only give-away was that his hands were balled into fists. Hadn't he already silently warned this overly confident pompous moron to stay away from Kendall? That was all it had taken for all the other guys in the school to take a hint, so why was this guy pushing it?
Kendall gave a pleasant smile "As Student Body President it is my duty to make sure that all students receive the help they need..."
André smiled at this, Too Easy, he thought.
"However seeing as you have so many of female students willing to help you I am more than sure you will do wonderfully without my help."
He frowned, while Jackie, Gunther and Kick snickered quietly.
"Although, if it is not too much," She looked at him with eyes she knew no guy could refuse. "Could I ask you for a favor?"
André gave her his lady-killer smile, "Anything..." He quickly gave a look of triumph to her friends, before looking back at Kendall, "for someone as lovely as you." he finished.
"Could you let go of my hand?" She said flatly, pleasant smile gone.
The three burst out laughing, causing the rest of the class to look at them as though they were crazy and the other girls to cause a commotion.
"ANDRE!" They whined "YOU SAID YOU DIDNT BELONG TO ANYONE! WHY ARE YOU HOLDING KENDALL'S HAND!?"
André turned to the other girls, "Ladies," He said soothingly "I was simply introducing myself to your president, surely you understand that don't you?" he held the face of one of the girls closest to him "Do you not believe me?" He said in a hurt tone.
"KYAAAAA!"
"OF COURSE WE BELIEVE YOU!"
"I NEVER ONCE DOUBTED YOU ANDRE!"
"DONT BE SAD ANDRE!"
And once again the squealing began.
The bell rang signaling the beginning of class, André sat in an empty desk in the middle of the room, two rows from the seat of his preference, but he had lost that battle, and what a humiliating loss it had been. But that did not worry him in the slightest, after all, he LIVED for the chase, and he would show them all he could get any girl he wanted, he glanced at Kick, no matter what.
"THAT WAS SO AMAZING KENDALL! I CANT BELIEVE YOU PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE LIKE THAT, SO POLITE YET A BIT HOSTILE! OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH! YOU'RE SO COOL!" Jackie squealed in admiration.
Kendall giggled "Well it wasn't that impressive, I was just annoyed with how he wouldn't let go of my hand." Kendall took a bite of her apple enjoying the sunshine as they ate their lunch outside.
"Well then I guess its good we don't have to deal with him after 1st period." (Authors note: Homeroom only lasts about 15 minutes in this story)
Jackie moved her backpack as Kick and Gunther joined them "If we did I don't know what would happen."
"You mean with that creepy French kid?" Gunther asked.
"Yup. Hopefully we can make it the rest of the day without running into him. There's just something not right about him." Jackie narrowed her eyes and looked around "I can SMELL it on him!" she exclaimed.
"I don't like him that much either," Kick said, looking straight at Kendall "Be careful around him."
"HMPH" Kendall crossed her arms across her chest "I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, thank you."
Kick gave her his signature smile "Oh I believe you, but it doesn't change that I want to take care of you."
Kendall rolled her eyes "Seriously Clarance, I think you're the one who needs babysitting most of the time, not me."
Jackie and Gunther fell off their seats. That seriously DID NOT just happen.
"You guys alright?" Kick asked.
"Yeah we're just fine..." Gunther answered, "Maybe you guys should just take care of each other," He gave them an innocent smile, "It'd be the easiest solution."
"I already take care of this guy enough." Kendall thrust her thumb towards Kick, "If I hadn't decided to take him under my wing I'm sure he'd still be using that 'dog ate my homework' excuse."
Kick looked at her with a mischievous grin "Ever wondered why I decided to let you?" he baited, knowing her curiosity would get the better of her.
"Don't change the subject!" Kendall replied in an indifferent tone as the bell rang, "Come on, we better get to class."
Gunther sighed as Kendall walked off "Don't worry Kick, she's just still in that whole 'oh it's a new school year' thing. She'll get over it."
"And what if she doesn't?" Kick retorted "What if she's not even interested anymore? It's like one moment she likes me and then the next she doesn't, what am I supposed to think about that?!" He demanded "It's been 4 years Gunther! And I don't even know how much farther I'm supposed to go, or what I'm supposed to do!"
Gunther looked at his friend, and then gave him an encouraging smile "You keep going till she's yours."
"Ok class," Mr. Yoshido said as soon as the bell rang, "Today we will be picking partners for the book we will be reading; Dante Alighieri's 14th-century epic poem Divine Comedy known as Dante's Inferno (Authors note: I do not own this book, but I do like it and recommend it to others)
"Both of you must present your thoughts on this book are; what caused him to write this book, the events in his life that led to the punishments for each sin..."
Kick zoned out on what Mr. Yoshido was saying, thinking back to what Gunther had said, "You keep going till she's yours."
Gunther was right of course, Kick couldn't give up simply because she had ignored his advances. Sure she had never been able to keep it up for so long, but hadn't she been ranting over the summer how junior year was one of the hardest and most important years in high school? It could be that she was just too focused on that and didn't have room in her head for anything else.
He smirked. But he would make sure that HE was the only one who occupied her mind.
"That is ENOUGH ladies!" Mr. Yoshido's voice broke his train of thought. "I will not have you squealing and fawning over someone in my class room." Although he had not shouted like other teachers, his firm and serious voice; full of disappointment had been more than enough to calm the fan girls surrounding André.
Yes, unfortunately the group had to deal with him during the last class of the day. And he had picked the desk right next to Kendall's, staying close while staying away from her friends.
"Now, I will give you 5 minutes to choose your partner, once you have chosen I will assign each pair your own book so its important that I write BOTH of your names since both of you will be equally responsible for the book. Since there is now an odd amount of students, there will be one group of three..."
"Maitresse?" (A/N Teacher) André interrupted, "I believe that perhaps it would be best if I am part of the group of 3, and if possible that you choose that group for me." He put the back of his hand to his forehead giving a look of despair "I am afraid if I choose it will cause more harm than good."
Mr. Yoshido nodded, taking note of the girls who were once again squealing and fawning over André. "I will assign you to a group as soon as everyone else has picked a partner."
Jackie and Gunther were of course partners, and so were Kick and Kendall.
"Alright, since everyone has their partner," Mr. Yoshido began passing out books "you may use the rest of class time to begin reading the book and discussing it. I recommend you take just a few paragraphs or sentences at a time. And André," he turned to the French boy, "You may join Kick and Kendall's group. I'm sure partnering you will our class president and our most out-going student will be of great benefit to you."
"NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!" All the girls in the class began complaining and whining.
"Enough ladies!" Mr. Yoshido said firmly again. "Now, begin your assignments!"
The fan girls grudgingly went back to their seats, grumbling about how it wasn't fair Kendall got André all to herself.
"So, have you read Dante's Inferno before? André asked nonchalantly, intending for it to sound like an open group question, but of course it was for Kendall.
"Yes it is one of my favorites." She began "The poetic justice Dante describes for each sin is very interesting as well as his view on which sin is greater. The fact that he agreed with the Romans view and not the Greeks, despite being a Greek himself, became a crucial part of the plotline. He was very original and without that I don't believe the book would have become as famous."
André smiled "What I find most interesting is how it is a 'Comedy' considering in today's time comedy is for something we find amusing where as of course this is nothing at all related to that definition whatsoever. Much of the punishments for the sins reflect this."
Kendall's face brightened. It wasn't often she found someone who understood her views on ancient literature, so she found herself happily chatting away with this boy who only a few classes earlier had annoyed her. Maybe she had just judged him too quickly.
Kick on the other hand was less than pleased that Kendall was had let her guard down so easily. He had to find a way to interrupt the conversation, WITHOUT making anything obvious, but before he could say anything, Mr. Yoshido tripped over his own feet.
Silence... then the class burst out laughing.
"Oh poor Mr. Yoshido!" Kendall said giggling.
"I know right!" Kick turned to her smiling from relief that he didn't have to interrupt and at the same time from his incredibly klutzy teacher. "I was wondering when he would do something like that!"
"Definitely! Yesterday he was such a klutz and when nothing was happening today so far I thought maybe I had dreamed it!"
"Poor maitresse." André said as other students helped Mr. Yoshido up. "You shouldn't disrespect your teacher."
Kendall frowned, "Pointing out the obvious is not making fun of him."
"Laughing at him is."
She gave him a slightly irritated look "We were not being disrespectful, if you were here yesterday you would have understood just like how all the rest of us do. Mr. Yoshido is a bit of a klutz but he is a good teacher, he doesn't treat us the same as many of the other teachers, he is polite yet firm, fair and willing to listen. WHAT he does by ACCIDENT is what is funny, so if you're just gonna jump to conclusions about what goes thru our heads then just be quiet and focus on your part of the assignment, which will be the part on Dante's life. I'll work on interpreting the book, and Kick," She turned to him, "If you could help me out with that I would really appreciate it."
She handed Kick the book and began writing her own private notes. And for a moment she believed that maybe something in the air was crackling but she refused to look up.
Sure enough Kick was smirking arrogantly at André who was giving him an annoyed glare. André had only wanted to make Kendall believe he was more mature than the rest of the class, but he had gone about it all wrong. The progress he had made during the beginning of class got thrown out the window. Kick on the other hand was more than thrilled that André had begun digging his own grave, smiling he opened the book to begin reading.
The bell rang and everyone began heading out the door, before Kendall could leave along with her friends someone grabbed her wrist.
"I apologize for my incompetence, madmosel." André said without meeting her eyes "In my country it would have been a grave mistake to laugh at ones maitresse, regardless of how... klutzy, as you say, they are. That is my culture, I did not mean to come across so rudely, so I can only ask that you understand that my views of some things are of course different from yours."
Kendall looked at him, she didn't know what the education system in France was (Authors note: neither do I, but you'll see why I had André say that later) but she could relate to taking the teachers seriously. After all she was kinda sorta still a bit of a teacher's pet.
"I forgive you André." He looked up with surprise "And I'm sorry too for being a bit harsh on you."
"Oh thank you madmosel!" André pulled her into a hug which she found more than awkward "I promise I will be on my best behavior!"
"ANDRE!" His fan girls began.
"I must go," He pulled away from her "Thank you again for being so kind!"
"Yeah sure," She looked at him "But next time I can do without the hug."
He gave her a small smile, and for a moment she thought there was something mischievous behind it, "Whatever the Madmosel desires." and walked off with his fan girls behind him.
She sighed and rubbed her temples, for some reason she had a headache.
"Kendall?" Kick walked into the classroom "I was looking everywhere for you, what are you still doing here?"
"Nothing." she picked up the last of her things and walked over to him "If we don't hurry we'll miss the bus."
Kick brushed her hair, "You sure your ok?"
She smiled as her heart swelled, "Yeah come on, we have a report to begin, and you're gonna need all the help you can get!" giggling she walked right past him out of the class room with him following closely behind.
So personally I think I made André look really bad...
But oh well. Read and Review. Constructive Criticism only.
Merry Christmas!