~∞ ROSES ∞~
Chapter Four: Roses, Dah-ling
After class, Fang quickly walked out into the high school corridor in search of Max. There was no doubt that all the girls at West High had heard about his new status: single. Mobs of them were going to chase after him. Wait, scratch that, mobs of them are chasing after him.
He couldn't say he hated them. Most of the girls were hot. It was just that he didn't feel the need for them all to attack. They'd all get their turn one week or another.
Pulling out his phone, Fang checked the time. There was only another minute to head to class, so he quit his search to find Max. As he walked down to second period, French class, Fang was relieved to see no hormone-driven teenage girl about to jump him. That may have been nice on some aspects, but Fang's been jumped before, and it was not pretty. Especially since it was by hormone-driven girls.
He came into class late, so there was only one available seat. All the desks were in sets of two, and many of the girls pushed their partners out of their seats, feigning that nothing had happened so he would think the seat was open.
On any other day, he would've stolen the seat and sat next to the sexiest girl in the class, but today Fang decided to sit next to the person in the actual empty seat. And it just so happened to be Max.
Casually, he slipped into the seat beside her, and placed his stuff on the ground. When Fang looked up again, he noticed everyone — including the French teacher — was gaping at him.
"What?" he snapped and everyone unfroze, and went back to normal. Well, beside the girls that were glaring at Max, but that was the usual. "Hi."
Max blinked. Him again? Why couldn't and wouldn't he leave her alone like everyone else.
Fang cleared his throat. "You said, and I quote, 'If you really want to talk to me, all you had to do was say hi'. I figured that you'd rather me say hi than fall on you again."
"Almost," she replied. He raised an eyebrow. "You almost fell on me. Which I haven't forgiven you for."
"You're not forgiving me for almost smashing my face to the ground?" Fang asked, skeptical of the sanity of this girl.
"No you idiot! I would've laughed at that." Fang scowled. "It was because you were being invasive of the protective barriers." She gestured to the empty space around her, where the barriers were supposedly.
He chuckled. "Are they always there?" She nodded in response. Smirking, Fang scooted his chair over so it was flush against hers, and put his arm around her shoulders while leaning his head on hers. "They're gone now," he whispered into her ear, having the pleasure of making her shiver. He heard a camera snap a picture, and Fang instinctively smiled. The school would love that: Fang and Max. Mr. Popular and Miss Nobody.
She was too pretty to be a nobody, Fang thought, smiling to himself at the fact she hadn't pushed him away.
But that moment was gone. Max shoved Fang's arm that was around her off, and scooted her chair all the way to the other side. "Mademoiselle Avery! Cet étudiant est de me harceler!" she cried to Miss Avery in the front. Miss Avery paid no attention, as she continued with attendance.
"You speak French?" Fang questioned. Max's gaze darted over to the boy in black, from the front where she was trying to get the teacher's attention.
"Fluently. Comme vous êtes un imbecile mignon," Max spoke the rest of her sentence in French.
Fang rummaged through his binder, before pulling out a piece of notebook paper, and placing it on Max's desk, faced down. "Here."
"Quoi s'agit-il?"
"Roses, chérie," Fang replied smugly.
"What?" Max questioned, in English this time.
"I said roses, dah-ling. They're the roses you left in Mrs. Wilhelm's…"
"No! Yes, I know what you said, but… but you speak French?" she asked in disbelief. Laughing internally, Fang nodded. He really didn't, but she didn't need to know that. Max groaned. "Je ne peux pas croire que je dit ça!"
Not knowing how to speak French, Fang couldn't translate what Max had just said. She sounded frustrated, so he took that as a good sign anyways.
"Oui," he said, in answer to Max's outburst. She glared at him, snatching the rose drawing up from the tabletop, and flattening it out. "Why do you take French if you speak it fluently?"
"Je voudrais vous poser la meme," Max grumbled.
He shrugged, feeling the need to say,"Touché." Why? He didn't know. But the possibilities of that answering her correctly were higher than if he were to say "Huh?"
The rest of French class continued like that; Max muttering phrases in French, and a silent Fang. He didn't want to respond to something he didn't even know. Besides, the class was boring. All the teachers did today was review their rules et cetera.
He was quite relieved when the bell rang, but slightly disappointed to realize Max had been the first to leave although she sat in the back. Fang's mood lightened up when he realized he could go girl-hunting, as it was now lunch period.
But when he stepped out of the classroom, there was a line of eager girls waiting for him. Today would be a long day, no doubt about it.
NB: google translate
Mademoiselle Avery! Cet étudiant est de me harceler! = Miss Avery! This student is harassing me!
Comme vous êtes un imbecile mignon = Like you're a cute jerk.
Quoi s'agit-il = What is it?
Roses, chérie = Roses, darling.
Je ne peux pas croire que je dit ça = I can't believe I said that!
Oui = Yes.
Je voudrais vous poser la meme = I would ask you the same.