Charles, Pual, and Liana decided to spend the break period on the school trampoline that is located a few kilometers from the school building. The atmosphere there was more peaceful, plus they got to escape the annoying presence of Raymond and his clue. They just lay down on the large surface of the reverse round-shaped trampoline without bouncing or playing around. Each of them has their launch with him, discussing as they munch on their sneaks. Paul was the first to speak after they had settled down.
Do you guys hear about the Taper's party this weekend? Paul requested, seizing them up in anticipation.
Please that's an exercise of futility. Liana retorted back in contempt.
I just want to touch a girl, Paul said jokingly looking away from the astonished gaze of Liana.
Like this, Liana spoke up after a moment of surprise. Touching Paul like the opposite gender.
Stop that immediately! Paul brushes his hands off him. You disgust me right now... Paul started by
If you need a girl, you need a girl you can look up to. Charles suggested. While Liana and Paul just laugh it out.
Speaking of which, how's it going with your Jane Owens? Paul asks Charles with a smirk on his face.
Dude if you transferred from North Sam Francisco, whatever, and bag Jane Owens here in Rancho High I'm gonna be so pissed. Liana complained trying to play he's stolen my girlfriend's game.
Yeah, I don't think you should worry about that. Charles clarified.
Dude, you're her tutor. You're an authority figure to her, and chicks love that. Paul said playfully.
Mmm, think that maybe you fancy her go for it. Charles said in defense.
Seriously though, what's the deal? Paul started.
Don't know men, there's no deal. As far as I can tell, "She hates my Guts. Charles explained sounding frettingly.
Yeah, men welcome to my world. Liana retorted sounding relieved, like he's got a crush on Jane. The crew just continues as they spend the rest of the break discussing and exploring the cross-country gymnastics layouts.
Meanwhile, inside the school cafeteria, Miss Charlotte the French teacher was helping herself to a cup of coffee, when an unexpected visitor appeared. The person was dressed in a red sports jacket and black pants. His bears and well-defined abs explain which gender he belongs to. As he entered the cafeteria every eye was cast on the handsome-looking man, but Miss Charlotte was the last to notice him.
Bonjour Mademoiselle Reisz. He greeted Miss Charlotte in a soft voice, expressing his gentlemanly approach in the sweetest way possible.
Oh... Bonjour Mr. Cute. Miss Charlotte replies, dancing to his rhyme.
You know it's funny your French is supposed to be so picky both your coffee, but I see you sucking a bunch of folders her young lady. The young man pointed out, trying to start a conversation, we're also pouring himself some coffee without requesting.
Well, we've to make donuts... Miss Charlotte started before being interrupted.
Listen, I got some primo box seats for the LA Eclipse Friday night, what do you say? Wouldn't we go out and get a couple of cattle legs? He started.
I'm sorry I've to discuss something important with my students right now. Perhaps, we can speak later. Thank you, Miss Charlotte excused herself. turning down his offer.
She works towards another corner of the cafeteria, sighting Kingstons who happens to be around, she decides to use him as a rationale.
Walking towards Kingston she greater him to get his attention.
Sorry, I know we haven't officially met, but if you could pretend to talk to me for a minute I would very much appreciate it. Miss Charlotte requested. Before introducing herself. I'm Charlotte Grey. She started, sounding a bit nervous.
Hi, Kingston Wesley. Kingston replied warmly with a smile trying to cheer her up.
you know, actually. I don't know if you have that expression, but in France, sometimes we say better to a stranger than someone you know. Miss Charlotte explained, using indirect phrases to explain what she was up to.
Oh yeah, I think our expression is anyone but him. Kingston replied pointing at the young man who was already headed towards the door.
Seeing that Mr. Cute had left the cafeteria, Miss Charlotte took a deep breath of relief. Dramatically relaxing her nerves, making Kingston chuckle at her Childish acts.
Your son is in my class, French. Miss Charlotte started, trying to start up a better conversation. She now communicates more cheerfully.
Yes, Kingston answered simply, waiting to hear what she had to say next.
He's very advanced. Miss Charlotte explains.
Well, uh, Charles's mother was fluent. Kingston answered, with a bitter smile.
Was she French? Miss Charlotte requested, seizing him up in anticipation.
No, Michigander actually. But when she was a little girl, she heard that French was a romantic language and she thought if she learned it, her life would be romantic... Kingston explained with a smile, exposing her wife's little secret.
Nice, and was it. Miss Charlotte inquired smiling back at Kingston.
I guess it was, yes. Kingston finished keeping his dishes in the trash bin, before giving her a last glimpse of smile.