Aya had gone to the principal's office, she had been asked to show a new student around campus. When she got there, she saw he was French. "Aya, this is Jean Kirstein, he needs someone to help him around, as well as teach him some English," Mr. Smith told her, Aya nodded as she looked at Jean, who gave a small wave. 

"Bonjour, quel est votre nom?" (Hello, what's your name?) Jean asked, his accent thick. "Bonjour! Je m'appelle Aya Gloack, je suis ravie de vous rencontrer, Jean," (Hello! I'm Aya Gloack, it's nice to meet you, Jean) she introduced herself, holding her hand out to shake his. "C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer également, Aya," (It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Aya) he said, gently taking her hand and kissing it, making her blush slightly. "Well, you best be on your way," Mr. Smith said, clearing his throat. "O-oh, yes sir, allons-y, Jean, je vais te faire visiter," (let's go, Jean, I'll show you around) she said, leading Jean out of the office. He turned to Mr. Smith, waving. "Au revoir, Monsieur." 

As Aya walked around, she showed Jean every place on the campus, translating into French so he understood. "De quelle région de France êtes-vous originaire?" (What part of France are you from?) she asks, looking up at him as they walk through the courtyard. "Je suis originaire de Levallois-Perret, près de la Seine," (I'm from Levallois-Perret, it's near the Seine river.) he says, rubbing his neck. "Oh, d'accord! C'est plutôt chouette, vous avez souvent été près de la rivière?" (Oh, okay! That's pretty neat, did you go near the river a lot?" 

"Oui, c'était amusant d'y aller avec mes cousins." (Yeah, it was fun to go there with my cousins.) 

"C'est bien, c'est cool que tu aies pu passer du temps avec tes cousins." (Nice, that's cool you got to hang out with your cousins) 

"Hey, Aya!" 

The two turn to see Connie and Sasha running up to them. "Everything alright? I was getting worried," Connie said before looking at Jean. "Who's this?" "Oh, this is Jean, he moved here from France," Aya said with a smile. "Jean, voici mes meilleures amies, Connie et Sasha." (Jean, these are my best friends, Connie and Sasha) Sasha smiled and waved. "Hi! It's nice to meet you!" she said, holding her hand out. Jean seemed to get she was greeting herself and shook her hand before kissing it like he did Aya. 

"Great, more reason for you to speak French," Connie said with a sarcastic tone, grinning at her. "Hehe, yeah that's true, I'm showing him around and going to help him speak English, would you guys want to help?" she asked, and the two smiled at her. "Yeah, might as well so we know when you're flirting with him~" Connie joked, making Aya blush. "Oh shush, I just met him, heh..." she said, looking away shyly. Jean stood there quietly, not seeming to understand. 

As the three walked around with him, Aya kept showing certain areas to Jean, before they bumped into a familiar redhead. "Well hey, doll~ It's been too long~" Aya looked up, seeing Floch, making her sigh. "Hey, Floch..." she said, rolling her eyes. "What are you and your posse doing- Hm?" he looked and saw Jean. "I've never seen you here before..." 

"This is Jean, he's from France and-" 

"Oh, of course, he is...did you find some random French guy to spite me?" 

"What? No, he's new and-" 

"Let me make it clear...'Jean'," Floch got in his face. He meant to say 'She is my girl, and you can't have her,' in French, but, instead... 

"Je suis un petit garçon cochon"
Which meant, "I am a piggy baby boy"

Both Aya and Jean started to laugh at him, making Floch angry. "What the hell are you laughing at?! You never laugh at your man!" he yelled, grabbing Aya's arm. "Hahah...first off, I'm not yours," she started, moving her hand away, "And second, you didn't say what you thought you said...piggy boy." 

Jean chuckles softly, thinking he was making some kind of joke. "Ton ami est vraiment drôle," (Your friend is really funny) he said with a smile. "Eh bien, ce n'est pas vraiment mon ami-" (Well, he's not really my frie-) she started before Floch interrupted her. 

"I told you not to speak that stupid language in front of me!" 

"Hey, who the hell are you telling her what she can and can't do? You're not her boyfriend anymore." 

Connie glared at him, standing in front of Aya. Floch scoffed before walking off, seeming angry. Aya sighed a bit. "Désolé pour lui, c'est mon ex-petit ami." (Sorry about him, he's my ex-boyfriend) 

"Ah, je comprends. Ce n'est pas grave." (Ah, I see. It's alright.) 

After a while, school had ended, and Jean headed to his new dorm, which luckily for him, he shared a room with Connie. "Hey, so I'm not sure if you can really understand me, but I know French," he said with a smile, though Jean didn't fully understand. "...You don't know English at all, do you?" he asked, feeling a little embarrassed. Still, Jean just stared at him, making Connie sigh. "This is going to be a little tough...uh..." Connie pointed to his eye, for "I", then pointed at his head for "understand" and then pointed at Jean. He tried to piece it together for a moment." 

"Œil... cerveau... vous... oh, vous me comprenez ?" (Eye...brain...you...oh, you understand me?) Jean asked, Connie smiled and nodded." Yeah!" he said, Jean smiled. "Y...yeah..." 

"Yeah means oui, I don't fully speak French, but I've learned the words," he said, Jean tried understanding. "Heh...we're gonna have to teach you English, dude..."