France x Reader - Loving Hate - Part 1

"Ok class~! Let's take our seats now." your teacher, Mrs. Byarries, says cheerful. "We have a new student
 in our class! Come in, Francis." Suddenly, you hear nothing but silence except for the girls gasping. You raised your head and looked around seeing all the girls just staring, blushing, and squealing at the new student. The new...boy student.

"The new student...is a boy...with long, wavy locks?" you thought to yourself. Over the past weeks, you been hearing many rumors about the new student. Most of them were like...

"I heard the new student is rich beyond belief!"
"I heard that it's a hot Latin chick from South America!"
"All the teachers say the student knows many languages from English to Russian to even gibberish!"
"They say the new student is from a line of royalty!"
" It's totally a guy. Like a gorgeous hot. He will so fall for me.
"I heard the student is from Europe and you know what they say about Europeans. Total gays."

And so on and so on.

"Why, 'ello to you and you and to....all of you beautiful ladies~" you hear him say passionately and very flirtatious as the girls swoon and faint to his voice as well.

"Francis, why don't you introduce yourself to everyone and tell us more about you?"

"Ahonhonhon~ Well...there's so much to know about me. Well, I'm Francis Bonnefoy and I'm obviously a boy."

"No! You were suppose to be a hot Latin Spanish chick! Why this gay douche!" you hear Gilbert yell out in despair thinking the new student was the hot, exotic girl he kept expecting it to be.

"Gilbert! Calm down. Please."  Mrs. Byarries says.

"Well…I would be sexy if I was a girl. Ahonhonhon~ Unless you go for guys...if you're like that." he said so slyly. You face to see only Gilbert down in his seat and blushing and in silence.

"Well, let's see what else. I'm French if you haven't noticed yet my wonderful French accent. I'm from the country of love and romance~"

"....The mall?" one dumb blonde questioned.

"...The mall? Mademoiselle. You got to be joking. Does anyone else know?"


"The United Kingdom?"
"Italy?"
"Hogwarts?"
"China town?"
"Antarctic?"
" The dumpster?"
"America!"
"Your mom!"
The others answer so stupidly after her.

"Uhhhhhh...I mean-"

"France," you interrupt him before he got to finish speaking. "You meant France, right? I'm presuming you are from there for your French accent and your hobby of flirting and romancing with girls. France is the country known for that. Very. Also he did say 'country' not place. I think that's what Brittany and the others 'meant'. Right?"

"Oui...Oui...France." he said so much in awh.

"Pshhh, like yeaah. But the mall is like totally the place of love and shopping and romance and shopping and ummm more shopping and cloth-"

"Don't listen to her! Ha ha! Of course France is the country of love and romance. I just certainly love the country and everything about it. Oui!" Aly said quickly, cutting off Brittany who was still ranting on about the mall.

"Psh. It's not like she knew that France was the country of love from her little preppy mind of hers anyway." you pondered to yourself.

"Well, I say we're done with introduction and getting to know a little more about Francis." 

"Oh merci, but that's only a little bit. I still have more to sa-"

"Yes! Tell us more about yourself!" Aly practically screeches.

"Yes! Yes! Yes, oh please!" you suddenly hear all the girls screech in unison so happily. Then the class starts to uproar of girls squealing and boys screaming more complaints."Students! Please! Calm down. Here then. Before class ends today, I'll let all of you students mingle and chat with Mr. Bonnefoy." Mrs. Byarries says as the riot starts to calm down.

"That's enough time to 'get' to know me more."

"Oh, I see. He's the obnoxious, flirty type." you thought to yourself as you observed him more. With the more information he gave, the more the person you thought would be cool...just got less interesting." you thought.

"Well, with that settled, let's find you a seat. Hmmmm. The only one available as I can see......is the one.......over by ________ there~! Oh, raise your hand, _______, why don't you now~"

Well, that was just great for you. He was on the bottom of everybody else that you wanted to sit by in class...besides Gilbert and Antonio. 

"Agh. Right here, Mrs. Byarries." you  quietly exclaim out as you raised your hand upward. As you did, you could see Francis whip his head around and made a slight smirk . "Ahh, I see." He starts to make your way to the desk next to you, practically staring down at you with ease.

"Oh, why does she get to be the lucky one?" one of the squealing girls said in agony.
Honestly, you didn't want him to sit by you. You were about to suggest to your teacher that anyone can trade seats with you for this reason, but Mrs. Byarries, as you would know, would start a fit, but also all the girls would fight over your seat, anyway, so you decide to remain quiet and not say a word.

"Why mademoiselle…how are you on this lovely day?" he says to you as he finally made his way there from all the flirting on the way.

"Oh, not so good, you see. There's this person who's really on my nerves."

"Oh, why….________. Who might this person be?"

"Oh, he's just this new guy in school….who's such an obnoxious flirty french." you answer to him while you continue to work on your 'assignment'.

It seemed like the whole class had heard as you heard all the many gasping and oooing that poured in front of you. What you just said was like a harsh slap to his face. "Ummmmm….while everyone knows that…hehe…I don't like him that much maybe, one of the girls can switch spots with me, Mrs. Byarries?" you ask awkwardly.

"Oh, ________. There's not going to be any seating changes throughout this school year. So you and Mr. Bonnefoy should get along because you're going to be together for a pretty long time." she announces. "Which, I guess I should partner everyone now. ________ and Francis. You both will be partners for all the activities and projects, we will be doing for the school year."

"Oh, well then. Since, we are going to be together for everything…we might as well get along, right?" he says while he plops down one of his arms around you.

Before you got to answer him, the bell rings.
"Oh, I would love to Francis…but no." You grab your things and rush out the door immediately, but you weren't quick enough.

"________!" Francis yells out to you as he stumbles his way out the classroom trying to catch up to you. "_________! Wait just a minute! C'mon!"

"Francis, I don't really have the time, right now. I'm going to late to class."

"Oui. Oui. I know. I just…I'm sorry that my personality and how I am. I know you hate it. It's like how I hate girls with small breasts like…well I might say your boobs are a bit small." he just says so swiftly to you.

"Oh, haha. This is going to be a very long year."