Tangled In Blue

French Lessons

CORBYN’S POV

During the next few weeks, Blue and I cemented our somewhat, rock friendship.

She became a regular at my house and I was like wallpaper at hers. My family was a bit skeptical at first but they warmed up to her as she charmed them with her bubbly personality. Her young brother AJ and I became fast friends and played video games well into the night sometimes.

We sat together in most of our classes and at lunch, which fueled rumors that we were an ‘item’ and that I was her latest conquest. Levi and his friends always shot me lethal daggers when we met in the hallway but I tried to act like it didn’t affect me... but it did.

My crew and I were sitting in the forecourt, under a tree, when Blue raided my bag as usual.

“Your Mom said she was going to make me a BLT so don’t even try to deny it.” She scrounged around my bag until she found the sandwich in a Ziplock bag. “Tadaaa!” she smiled triumphantly. “Where’s my yogurt?” she held out her hand and I extracted it from my backpack and gave it to her.

“I don’t understand why you can’t just make one yourself, or get your professional chef to do it for that matter,” I retorted as I rolled my eyes.

“Because then it wouldn’t have the zest of a mother’s magical touch.” She closed her eyes and groaned as she sunk her teeth into it. “This beats s*x any day...” she purred as she took another bite.

“You would know...” Terrel, her best friend laughed.

“C’mon there’s no virgins here-” she froze and looked at me. “Ooops! I take that back innocent,” she winked and the whole group shared a laugh on my account.

“Are you really-uhmm-you know?” Terrel chewed on my lower lip and gazed at me fleetingly.

“Justin??” I scowled at my friend and he laughed. I knew it was him. He had taken Terrel on a few dates and I’m sure he told her that piece of information.

“He’s never kissed a girl and liked it...” Torren said in a girl sing-song voice, causing everyone to laugh again.

“Whatever...” I rolled my eyes and concentrated on biting my apple.

“I saw you talking to that exchange student in Chemistry class yesterday? She seemed totally smitten?” Terrel continued.

“But he was so oblivious,” Justin scoffed. “He kept talking to her about periodic tables when all she wanted was for him to-”

“Guys, stop!” I protested, suddenly losing my appetite. “She asked me to explain so-”

“She was totally into you dude,” Torren stated.

“That’s absurd,” I snorted.

“You need to hit that man,” Justin winked. “Can you imagine all the sexy french words she’ll be spewing out in the heat of passion?”

“Oui papa...” Terrel moaned in a husky voice as she rolled back her eyes.

Plus vite s’il vous plait...” Justin mussed up his hair and rubbed his chest.

“Guys give him a break,” Blue hastened to interject. “I think it’s kinda cute actually,” she said as she smiled at me warmly.

“Hey, Corbyn...” A sultry voice in a French accent said from behind me.

All eyes turned to her and all my friends tried to keep a straight face. “Hey, Melani.”

“Can we talk, please? I will not take much of your time,” Melani asked. I swear her grin almost made my heart stop... almost...

Melani was a rare beauty. With full lips, straight brown hair and messy bangs, a body like a model and sense of style epitomized French fashion. She was dressed in a white off-shoulder mid-riff baring top, light-blue vintage jeans and completed the outfit with a pair of black low-heeled shoes.

“Uh-sure,” I stood up and dusted my jeans. Every one waggled their eyebrows before I moved away.

“I’ve been struggling a bit with my Algebra and other stuff. So I hear you’re a good teacher,” she began as we strolled aimlessly around the school grounds. Her English was pretty good though and I told her just as much.

“Thank you. My mother is American actually. She relocated to Bordeaux when she married my father,” she smiled as she brushed a wisp of hair from her hair. It was unusually windy today.

“I don’t know about that...” I said modestly and she laughed.

“Does that mean you can’t help me?” she asked in her sexy French accent. How could I say no to that?

“I’m rather busy at the moment...”

“Oh.” She had said, trying to conceal her disappointment.

“Blue is my study partner at the moment but I’m sure you can join us,” I added quickly.

“Really?” Her face lit up.

“Yeah. I’ll have to check with her first because we have our study sessions at her house sometimes.” I scratched the back of my head and my gaze fell.

“So can we exchange numbers maybe?” She rummaged through her bag and finally fished out her iPhone. “Then you can help me with Math and I can help you with French perhaps?”

“Yeah. Okay, sure.” She handed me the device and I punched in my number, giving it back after I had saved it in her contacts.

“I’ll text you later then?” she flashed me a smile before she gave me a final wave.

“Later then,” I waved back.

When I got back I was bombarded with endless questions. I refused to answer any of them.

“Hey, guys!” Blue cried out and they all fell silent. “So... I’ve got a gig this Friday-and I was kinda hoping you could all come...”

“I’m in.”

“Where?”

“I’m so there.”

I sent her a silent look of gratitude and she winked at me in acknowledgment.

“Maybe Corbyn here can bring the sexy French Kitten along,” Justin laughed.

“Are we back there?” I groaned as I grabbed my bag and made to leave. “I’m out.”

“C’mon! The fun is only getting started!” Torren let out a deep chuckle.

“I’m not listening!” I called out as I hurried to the next class.