"Hah, yeah right." you reply sceptically. "Besides, there are plenty of other girls out there who are way better than Suzy." you continue. Brian lets out a restrained laugh.
"Better LOOKING than Suzy?" he chuckles. "Good luck with that one, mate. Just remember, if you ever change your mind, I'm here." he tells you, opening his book to copy down what the teacher is writing on the board. You simply roll your eyes and get on with the lesson.
*1 hour later*
The bell finally sounds after the usual long, dreariness of Maths. You pick up your things and quickly leave the room, trying to avoid Brian but he follows you anyway.
"Hey, you sure you don't want to try out that ray gun thing, mate?" he asks again. You sigh.
"Look, unless you can prove that it actually exists and works, I'm not interested, sorry." you explain. He looks slightly disappointed and begins to walk off, but something appears to catch his eye.
"Oh man, it's our lucky day!" he exclaims, gesturing towards a girl you did not recognise. "Who's that chick!?"
You must admit, she is rather good looking. She had long brown hair, a petite but slightly curvy figure, and long legs. However you had not seen her around before. She was looking rather lost, perhaps she was new?
"Um, excuse me?" you say slightly nervously, approaching her. "Are you okay? You look a little... lost."
She turns around suddenly and looks at you. "Ah, you startled me!" she exclaims in a rather strong French accent. You glance at Brian for a second and notice he is tidying up his clothes. Typical of him!
"Oui, I am on my first day at this school. I come from France!" she tells you. "I cannot seem to find my lesson, though..." she says, looking lost again.
"Oh that's okay, we'll help!" Brian interjects, making you jump. "What lesson are you supposed to have?" he asks, pushing you out the way. He was always all over the good looking females.
"Umm..." she hums, thinking. "I think the teacher said to me that I have l'histoire in the next lesson."
"Er, sorry?" he asks, confused. You roll your eyes, he never did pay attention in French.
"She means history." you tell him. "Doesn't that mean she's in our class?"
Brian quickly checks his timetable, and with a smile on his face he nods. "You're in our class!" he says quickly. The girl giggles happily. "Would you show me the way?" she asks, to which Brian happily nods. They were getting on surprisingly well.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself!" she says suddenly, stopping in her tracks. "Je m'appelle Yasmina!" she announces cheerfully, giving you a small kiss on each cheek, and Brian shortly afterwards. Brian blushes big-time and almost loses his cool, but you realise this was the French equivalent of shaking hands or something. "Nice to meet the both of you!" she continues. "And thank you for showing me to my class, you are both tres genereux!"
Brian looks confused again, and you whisper "very kind" to him. He was being kinda embarrassing, maybe you'd teach him a thing or two about French basics later.
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