He came through

School started on a sunny Monday, and I have a sub, first thing in the morning. I overheard that there's a new guy in our grade, and will be taking the same English class. They say that he's French. I always wanted to visit France.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" some but bumped into me from behind, and I tripped. But I didn't fall. This unfamiliar boy quickly turned and caught me by my waist. For a moment, the world was just the two of us. His water droplet blue eyes into mine. Then he smiled, just like the cute ones that Blake does often. "Not hurt?" he picked me up on my feet, gently, as if I'm a princess. "Sorry, I didn't mean to. I'm new here. Today's my first day here and some guys were freaking me out, and—"

"Guys? What guys?" I cut him off in confusion.

"Uh, one of them had tattoos and green eyes. I remember that." his French accent made me pause to think.

"Blake..." I ran off in the direction that he came from.

"I guess I'll see you in class, cutie..." he mumbled under his breath.

He must be this new guy people had been talking about. A transfer student from out of the States. Sounds just right to me.

"Hey, Blake, did you do something to that new guy? He literally fell on me." I crossed my arms and raised my right brow.

"No... Why? All I said to him was to stay away from that girl, you. Just a little guy talk warning." he did a mean smirk. I don't like that. "No shit to worry about." he caressed my cheek twice.

I tilted my head and headed to class.

As I sat at my usual seat in English, I felt like someone was watching me. I was right. It was the French boy. "Yes?"

"Oh, um, well... Let's start with I'm really sorry about the fall, and yeah. I was wondering if I could start over." he took out his right hand, waiting for me to shake it. "I'm Arthur, Arthur Bernard. A transfer student, champion of hockey, back in France, not to brag much but a little some about me." I shook his hand slowly, trying to accept his presence.

"Okay, nice to meet you, Artie. I'm Rosaline Evans. But call me Rose. I have absolutely nothing to brag about." I giggled.

"Artie? Why'd you call me that?" he's deadly confused.

"It's a nickname for people named Arthur or Archival. Do you not use nicknames?" now I'm the confused one.

"In France, not much. But I'll get to it. So, Rose... Would you be willing to help me around here?" as much as I wanted to agree with the decision, I have tons of unplanned plans with Blake.

"I uh......" I shut my eyes tight.

"It's alright. Tomorrow then." he caressed my cheek for a long time.

"HEY!!! WHAT THE FUCK MAN? DIDN'T I SPECIFICALLY TELL YOU NOT TO TOUCH THIS SPECIFIC GIRL?!" Blake stormed through and punched Arthur's desk. I can see his veins growing over his tattoos of roses that represent me.

"Girlfriend? I don't mean to steal her from you. Just, making her comfortable, I guess."

I just looked at Blake, hoping he won't hate me.

"She's not my girlfriend, but she is mine. You can't take her from me. Nobody can." his eyes were flaming, competing with Arthur's blue eyes. he sighs. "I'm not surprised though. A new guy coming across my Rosaline is not new." he played with his brow and ran his fingers through his curled hair. And again, with that mean smirk.

"Blake, I..."

"I'm not mad at you, Rose, okay?" he kisses my forehead. "I'll swing by after school. Like always, alright?" his regular smile is back, but it doesn't relieve me. he's glaring at Arthur. "You better enjoy your day with her. She's worth everything. But I'll see you at lunch, 12, sharp." with that, be left to his own class.

"Are you okay? I know, that was possessive of him. He's not—"

"Rosaline, I'm worried about you. Boys like him don't deserve girls like you. He's massive danger. I'm the one who should be asking if you're alright, to be honest. I care about you, Rose. And if he does, he should know better." he may be right. I mean, no. he's wrong. Blake just got jealous. that's it. Nothing else.

"It's more complicated than you think. Blake means more than you know or think." I turned to my desk, feeling a little hurt about what Arthur just said. Blake isn't like that at all. Blake is the best thing that has happened in my life. I guess not many understand that they can just touch me like that.

"Rosaline...just understand me for once, will you?" he's... Making a puppy face. I can't believe a teenage boy is making a puppy face. How adorable. I bet Blake can do better. He's holding my hand now.

"Stop it with the physical contact, will you? I just met you. I don't feel safe just yet. Please. You're putting yourself in even more danger. Blake will get jealous again. And I don't want to see a single bruise or scar on you. Okay?" I pulled back my hand for my safety.

...This may become a love triangle......

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