Chapter 5 5

"Bonjour, bonjour! Come in, sit, my lovely children!"

Brooklyn turned to look at Sasha with a raised eyebrow when she saw her French teacher. She was 4,11, wrinkly, had greying hair, bright pink glasses and was grinning madly at the passing students.

"We call her Mrs Mental," Sasha whispered and Brooklyn stifled a laugh as the girls took a seat towards the back of the classroom. "She's a lovely old dear, but she's as nutty as you can get."

Brooklyn chuckled. "I suck at French," she admitted.

Sasha grinned. "Welcome to the club. Alice used to be in this class, but she got kicked out."

"Why?" Brooklyn wondered and Sasha laughed.

"She watched an episode of Friends," Sasha said and smirked. "She thought it would be funny to copy Joey from the episode when he was learning French. Yeah... It didn't go down well with the elderly French teacher who nearly broke down because Alice wouldn't stop. Arguably, it was hilarious, but I don't think Mrs Mental appreciated

Alice's hard graft into perfecting the fake French language."

Brooklyn laughed and took her notebook out. She opened it up and took out her own. As she started to write the date Sasha stood up. "Where you off to?"

"I need to speak to Mrs Mental quickly," Sasha said. "I need an extension on an essay due."

Brooklyn turned back to her book as Sasha walked off and she racked her brain, trying to remember the French word for Monday. English was the only language she would ever be fluent in.

Brooklyn looked away from her book when two of the guys that she was warned to stay away from strode in. Kal and Harry. Kal seemed carefree as he made his way through class, grinning brightly and even winking at Mrs Mental. Harry had a blank expression, his hands were stuffed into the pockets of his skinny jeans and a few strands of his longish blonde hair fell into his cold eyes.

Sasha finished talking to the teacher and turned round, growing tense when she saw them heading in her direction. She quickly sped ahead of them and made her way back over to her desk.

"Hey, Sash!" Kal said cheerfully as the two guys sat on the desk in front of them.

"Kal," Sasha said stiffly.

"Who's your friend?" Kal wondered, turning his smile to Brooklyn.

"Hi," Brooklyn said, matching Kal's smile with a bubbly one of her own. Alice said that her brother was a dick, but he seemed perfectly fine to Brooklyn. "I'm Brooke."

"Pleasure to meet you, Brooke," Kal said. "I see you've made acquaintances with my sister."

"I have."

Mrs Mental spoke up before Kal could say anything else and Kal turned to the front. Harry who hadn't even faced Brooklyn yet completely ignored the babbling French teacher and turned in his seat, leaning forward so he was resting his arms on Brooklyn's desk.

"I think you'll find," he said quietly and pointed to Brooklyn's book where she had failed to write the date in French, "it's Lundi."

Brooklyn arched an perfectly plucked eyebrow at Harry. "And who might you be?" She asked quietly as she looked down and wrote down the correct French word.

"I'm pretty sure you know," he murmured and swiftly plucked Brooklyn's pen out of her hand. She quickly looked up and raised her eyebrow again.

"That was rude," she commented and held her hand out. "Can I have my pen back?"

Harry twirled the pen between his fingers. "Sure."

Brooklyn reached forward, but Harry moved his hand out of her reach. Brooklyn narrowed her eyes at Harry. "Give me my pen, Harry."

Harry's eyes flickered to hers and he tucked the pen into his jacket pocket. "So you do know who I am," he said in a low drawl and turned around to face the front.

Brooklyn stared at Harry's back with wide eyes and the only thing stopping her from telling him to give her the pen back was that Mrs Mental was talking. Brooklyn frowned and reached into her bag and grabbed another pen, carrying on with her writing. She thought her eyes were playing tricks on her when she looked down at her page and saw that she had written two words.

Lundi and...

Harry.

Harry heard the crumpling of paper behind him and he noticed that Brooklyn's breathing had spiked.

He smirked.

*

"Brooke, over here!" Brandon called when Brooklyn walked into her next class. She smiled brightly at him and made her way over to his desk, taking a seat next to him.

"Hi," she greeted.

"Hey. How's your first day?" Brandon wondered.

"After you ditched me in the first 10 minutes?" Brooklyn said and teasingly punched Brandon's shoulder. "It's been good. I've met a group of girls, they seem lovely."

"That's good," Brandon nodded. "You're keeping out of the wrong crowd, aren't you?"

Brooklyn rolled her eyes but nodded. "I am. What is so bad about that group of guys? The girls warned me about them-"

"Just stay away," Brandon said sternly.

"Somebody isn't a fan of theirs," she commented.

"Just stay away," Brandon grumbled.

"Okay, grumpy pants," Brooklyn teased and took her book out of her bag.

The teacher seemed pretty laid back and set questions for the class to do, but let everyone talk and work together while doing so.

Harry and Greyson walked into class 15 minutes late and Brandon scoffed and rolled his eyes. Greyson's head snapped up to glare at Brandon and he walked over to his and Brooke's desk.

"You got a problem, Brandon?" Greyson said lowly and crossed his bulky arms over his chest.

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