Oh my goodness! So there was this new kid at our school and he was born and raised in France and he has the funniest accent ever! Anyway, my class is known as the weird class because, well, we're  weird and crazy so the whole time, he's in all of the same classes as my weird class, he's just like 'crazy children' and like 'oh my, this is crazy'. But you should hear him say Friday! Oh my goodness, it's the funniest thing ever! I'm going to make him say that I'm the awesomest  girl ever in french oh and I'm going to make him say Friday is fried  fish and fries day! Anyway, I hope you like this one.Enjoy!

IMAGINE  YOURSELF...

  Getting out of your car to go inside a place of cruel and unusual punishment  that government  liked to call school. Except, today was different. The girls, instead of hanging around by the park bench like they always did, were  huddled by the door giggling and girly stuff like that. Stuff you'd never do. Let's just say you weren't like the other girls at your school, you were more...boyish. Rather than sitting around and talking about cute guys and stuff, you'd like to shoot hoops or play video games.

Anyway, you raised an eyebrow at the squealing girls but continued  to go into the 'school'. As you passed, you saw what they were squealing about. There was an unfamiliar  boy in the midst  of them smiling. You rolled your eyes. Sure, he was cute, forget that, hot, but that didn't mean you had to throw yourself at the guy! You hadn't even met him.

But what you didn't see, as you walked past, was him completely  stopping what he was doing and watched you.

*Time skip*

Great, you thought, partnered with the new guy, every girl is going to be on my neck for the next week or so. You walked over to his table and sat down ignoring the girls.

"Hi," you said while grabbing a pencil. The project was to draw a picture of your partner but in an abstract  way. It was art class. You began to take in his features and began to sketch his face.

"Hallo," he said with a slight wave and also began to work.

"So," you said making conversation. "How are the girls in France?" You heard he was from France  which also explained his accent. He shrugged.

"They're amazing, yes, but not perfect like the girls  here." You chuckled while shaking your head and erasing a mistake you had made.

"Hate to break it to you, but there ain't no perfect girls here." He raised an eyebrow and you looked up at him.

"No? Then what are you?" You felt your cheeks heat up so you looked back down at your artwork.

"No one. A simple girl. Nothing more, nothing less."

"That's not what I see." You looked back at him. "I see a beautiful piece of artwork, right now, and me drawing you would be a disgrace  to your beauty." He said that a little louder than you hoped and you could just feel the daggers being shot at you by the other girl's  eyes.

"Shut up, do your work." You said being blunt.

"What? Did I do something wrong?" Hurt was evident in his voice and you sighed.

"Look, there are a million other girls far prettier than me, so stop wasting your time with me, and go get them." He frowned.

"Did you not hear what I just told you?" He asked. "I say it to you and I say it to the whole world, you're far more beautiful than all the other girls here. I'll prove it to you." He placed his hand on top of yours causing you to lower the sketchbook and look him straight in the eyes.

"Hey, you two, that's enough flirting!" The art teacher called out causing all the kids to stare and a small pink blush to form on your cheeks.

"One day," he whispers while pretending to work. "Let me take you out somehwere. I'll show you your worth."