(All of the French snippets are real. Rights go to Google Translate)

I run into the French classroom, late. I really don't want to be late to what will probably be my favorite class on the first day of school, but my face is a good enough excuse. The teacher just looks at me with bright blonde hair and shades on. I can't tell her expression, but she nods to her desk, with a chair in front of it. I slowly walk towards it. Are you just gonna ignore the blood on my face? Okay.

"You may start your test now..." she slurs, and slams her mug down onto a table. Wow, has she been drinking?

Wait, what about the blood?

"You" she says, pointing to me with a pen "Are new." she finishes, and smiles, proud that she said a whole complete sentence.

"Yes" I confirm, and take a whiff of the desk. Liquor.

"Ya stil haf tu take it" she says, and hands me a paper "good luck." She sounds like she's doubting my knowledge. Well, I'll see to it that teacher's fired.

I walk over to the only desk available in the classroom, looking down at the floor. I thought French would be fun. Guess not.

Sitting silently at my seat, I look over at my desk partner. I gasp silently when I see who it is. That Mark dude.

Act cool. Don't scream in his face about his stalkerish ways. Don't let him flirt with you.

"What's her problem?" I whisper, keeping my eyes on the test. He looks over at me, and I can feel his eyes bore into the side of my face.

"Sub." he whispers back.

Oh thank the lords. She's just a sub.

"You need to go to the nurse's office?" he asks.

"No, I can take a fall." I reply. It's not as bad as-

Try to forget, try to forget.

"WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID?!?" She would yell.

"Cause you refuse to teach me anything." I would reply, in a quiet voice. That would always earn me an extra punch.

Mark looks at me, his face angry. I hear a crack and look at his pencil, which is now in a few pieces. "Do you want to borrow a pencil?" I ask.

"No talking." The sub says quietly, almost like she was reciting it. Mark ignored her.

"No, I'm fine. I'm Mark by the way." He introduced.

I laugh inside my brain. Wouldn't it just be creepy if I said I know.

"I'm Perri." I reply, and get back to my test.

"It isn't fair that you have to take the test even though you don't even know French!" he huffs, and I giggle.

"No talking!!!"

"Qui a dit que je ne savais pas français stupide!" I reply in French. It translates to 'Who said that I can't speak French, stupid'

"Huh?" he asks "Was that French?" Isn't he in this class? He should know what that means.

"Peut être" I answer, and he laughs silently.

"Je vais à l'as ce test" he answered. Well, the guy was good at his French. But then again, he might've memorized one sentance to impress his friends. Well it impressed me.

STOP YOUR BOY CRAZED TEENAGER THOUGHTS

The rest of the test we passed in silence. Then the sub collected our tests, swerving around the classroom and muttering meaningless words. Then the bell rang and I headed for my last class.

"Hey!" Mark stopped me in the hallway. I turned around, debating whether or not I should pretend I didn't hear him.

"Hm?" I asked, I didn't want to be late. Yeah, that's a good excuse. I prepare to use that one.

"What's your number?" he asks. I lose the words.

"My apartment number?" I'm confused. I guess he really is a stalker.

"No, your phone number."