Chapter 2
Friend or Foe?
Friend or Foe?
Fonc'e sat in chemistry looking around seeing all the faces. Stephany came and sat next to him. "I'm sorry my friends made you leave. They really like you." She made a face as if attempting to be sweet and innocent. "We saw you talking to Sah-mule...did he hurt you or was mean?" She almost looked concerned, but not convened that anything really did happen.
"No, he's nice, but it must be because I'm new." Fonce' pulled out his poetry book, and a few note books as he thought about that girl at lunch; "Does that mean the newbie's also- !" Also WHAT!!?
"Stephany, what do you know about Sah-mule?" Fonce' asked. She leaned forward as if taking about Sah-mule was top secret or something. "I hear weird things about him. He's really mean, but mostly to girls. He's quiet too." They way Stephany talked about Sah-mule sounded completely different than what Fonce' knew. "You can ask Anne, Sah-mule said some really mean things to her." The girl in front of Stephany was apparently Anne; the blond girl from lunch. She nodded and turned in her seat with a grim face. "I walked up to him one day and said he was hott - being nice an' all, but he just said; 'Thanks, I just wish I could say the same.' He's such a jerk!" She turned to face the front in her seat. The teacher walked in, smiling and ver energetic. "GGEEeeewwwwwdddd morn'in class!!!" her gaudy jewelry bouncing and hands shaking in the air. "you all know prom is comm'in up! An' I want to - see- you -all- there!"
Fonce' slumped in his seat. 'Prom!? No one would want him!' Stephany turned to face him. "EEeekkk! I totally forgot about prom! I hear the school does a nice job. Aren't you excited!?" She twirled her hair with her fingers. 'Who knew hair could have so many beautiful colors?' Fonce' thought. The dim florescent light made her hair shine from a dark rich brown to a bright sunny blond. "You hair.. is beautiful with it's.. hues and shades." He wanted to be nice, but knew he couldn't smile. She looked at him as if he was...adorable! How that look burned! Affection from a stranger, but so passionate in the first place! It was like an expression for people who didn't understand what the word love meant and slung it around as carelessly. Fonce' grabbed his poetry book and hid behind it.
Everyone talked about prom all period, so they didn't have to work. The bell rang fro their next class. 'Prom.. What's the point? To wear something nice to impress the girl who hates you?' Fonce' thought bitterly to himself. He walked with his head down until something large knocked him down.
"ERrr! Godda-!" He looked up and saw Sah-mule standing there. "Sorry." He held out a hand to help him up. Fonce' allowed him to help. "I'm the one who wasn't looking- sorry." Sah-mule placed an arm around Fonce'. He cringed at the thought of someone touching him. He couldn't stand people touching him for a good reason... but at the moment, Fonce' hopped that it would help him get a friend. And finding out who his friends and foes are, did matter.
Fonce' walked into his French class when Sah-mule had released him. His shoulders felt light as air without Sah-mule's extra weight. "Don't you have to go to class?" Fonce' didn't want to be rude, but he also didn't want him to be late. Sah-mule arched a brow. "Hmm? I'm in class. I take French too." He walked to his desk and got his books out. "Then why did you ask if my name was Spanish?" Fonce' walked over to him. Sah-mule didn't bother to look up when he spoke. "I know it's French, Dark Heart." Fonce' felt a chill run through his blood. No one had ever said his name in English in what felt like forever.
When he and his mother used to play, she would call him her 'little dark heart'. Even though his heart was called dark, she constantly told him it was truely bright, bright enough to lighten the darkest heart, and even hers.
Fonce' would smile and laugh, but he knew that it wasn't his heart brightening hers...but her heart brightening his.
She used to tuck him in at night.. she used to... she used to...that was teh part that stuck in his mind. She used to.. until she died. The bell rang disturbing his thoughts. He quickly sat down in the desk next to Sah-mule. The teacher came from behind her desk. She was thin and short with her glasses low on her nose. "Bonjour!" She smiled at the class as she placed the warm-up on the board. "Bonjour, Madame Dupont." The class answered non energetically. Madame Dupont looked at the class and noticed a white head among the crowd. "We have a new student in the class?" The class looked at Fonce', he felt so nervous; his cheeks felt hot as he blushed. "What's your name?" She asked.
"F-Fonce' Brise' le Couer, Madame Dupont." He slouched in his chair, avoiding the burns from everyone's stares. "Fonce' Brise' le Couer.. Are you French? Do you know any French?" Sah-mule glanced at him as the teacher apporached his desk. "Parler." Fonce' looked down. "Bonjour Madame Dewpont. Je m'appele Fonce'. Comment allez- vous? Je peux parler frac,ais, un pu." Someone muttered 'show off' but the teacher smiled. "Tre's bien! WE shall speak more later? Si' t'plait?" She smiled and walked back to the board. Fonce' looked at Sah-mule. A few strands of hair were brushed away from his face, revealing one of his eyes. They were blood- red, and obvious piercing red. He didn't appear mad, happy or anything!
Fonce' looked away quickly. Prom popped back into his thoughts; he wanted to talk to Sah-mule to find out what he was thinking. "Sah-mule? What do you think about prom? Are you going?" Sah-mule rolled his eyes. "Prom is stupid, I don't' get the point in dancing or all of that. No.. no..I'm not going." He faced the board again.
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