Chapter 3

     The next day Ren and I were Walking to our third hours when a crowd of people in the language wing stopped us. The crowed was full of screaming girls who were not moving.
      "What is going on up there? Why is there a road block?" Ren asked. For how smart he was, he was really stupid sometimes.
      "It's obviously John Lennon Ren... and all the girls are going crazy over him." I said and just then one of the girls knocked me over into Ren and we went flying onto the floor. Then we heard a deep man's voice say,
      "Ladies, ladies please, Mr. Jeffery is going to be late for his French class. Now we need you to move for him." and immediately the girls parted like the red sea and sure enough a guy with brown hair and glasses walked out. He managed to miss every sing limb from the mob and he looked free to go to French class, until he tripped over my foot. When he caught himself, he spun around on heel to yell at me for not watching where I fall, but he stopped and stared at me with his beautiful amber eyes.
      "I tuoi occhi sono come due stelle, Bella." He said to me as he reached out a hand to help me up. I slowly reached up and stared at his face with awe. This was in fact Nate Jeffery. The gorgeous Italian rock star of my dreams. He had just spoken in Italian to me. Sure I had no clue what he had just said to me, but it was beautiful.
      "My name is Nathan. And what may I call a beautiful goddess as you?" he asked me. I let out a nervous giggle.
      "Jeanette, Hi!" I barely got out.
      "Well, Jeanette," it sounded even better when he said it, "May I have the honor of escorting you to class?" he asked and bowed.
      "Uh-huh!" I said never taking my eyes off him. Ren, who had been standing right behind me in my fangirliness, wasn't to pleased with Nate, because he pulled me away and said,
       "Well Mr. Jeffery..."
       "Please, call me Nate." he interrupted. Ren hated when people interrupted him. He glared at Nate with a fire in his eyes.
        "Nate then. I'm sure you're already late enough as it is and you really don't want to be late to a class on your first day. And besides, Jean and I were walking the other way, so I guess it's just out of your way to walk her to class..."
        "But my class is right there Ren..." I started to point out.
       "I'm not talking to you Jean. So why don't you just run along Nate because we're not..."
       "Actually that's my class too. French two with Madame Shirley?"
       "Really!?" I squealed and took his arm. "Then I guess you can walk me to class." I shot Ren a dirty look saying we'd talk about this later, the Nate and I walked off to French.

        We took our seats in French right next to each other and my Friend Amber walked into class. Amber was tall and pretty skinny. She had bleach blond wavy hair and beautiful blue eyes with a pair of Rosy cheeks and the lips to match. She was also a complete valley girl. Like straight out of a '90's teen movie.
       "Oh mi god Jean, did you like see that like huge crowd of girls out there? It was like totally like the the biggest crowd I've like ever seen, in a hallway that is. Cause I've like totally seen like way bigger crowds than that. But like anyways, I can't like believe that crowd, it was like far out there, ch'ya and I was like 'Oh mi god like what's going on out here?' and then I... was..." she stopped and saw Nate sitting next to me, "LIKE OH MI GOD YOU'RE NATE JEFFERY!" she squealed almost breaking our eardrums. She adored Nate and was the president of his fan club.
        "Amber Weston! How many times have I told you, No screaming in my class. This is a place of calm." Madam Shirley sternly said to Amber. "Quel est ton Problem?" she then said under her breath. But Amber had heard her and responded with.
        "Je ne sais pas." We all laughed. Not because of what she had said but because she was being serious.

       After French, I walked into Drama and Ren sat there with an angry look on his face. I then remembered what had happened  an hour ago and I was angry too.
        "What the fuck is your problem Ren. Can't you let me just have one little bit of happiness ever?" I said to him making sure Mrs. Kempler couldn't hear me.
        "Did you see the way he was looking at you Jean?"
        "Yes, like I was special Ren. Like I was a girl."
        "No, he was looking at you like you were a porn star. I could see it in his eyes. All he wants to do is get into your pants." I couldn't believe he was saying this to my face.
        "You don't even know him Ren. You have no clue what he sees in me. And so what if he does? You know for once in my life it would actually be nice to even have a guy think that way about me. No guy has even looked at me as someone beautiful before so I'm sorry if he does and I'm sorry you think he's just some stupid rock star who isn't worth your best friends time but I think he is."
         "I'd look at you like that." He said under his breath.
         "What?" I asked because I hadn't heard him.
         "Huh? Oh, it's nothing. Just mumbling to myself."
         "You do mumble a lot." I said and smiled. But he looked at me with hurt in his eyes.
         "Look Ren, I'm a big girl now. I can handle a rock star with a strange infatuation. Lets not get in a fight over him though. Friends?" I batted my eyes and gave him a puppy dog pout. He grinned and began to laugh.
         "Mr. Berlin, Ms. O'Connell,  is there something you'd like to share with the rest of the class?' Mrs. Kempler asked us. We silently shook our heads no and continued to chuckle under our breath.
         "You win." Ren whispered to me. And I smiled.