FrancexReader: Disgusting

It's DISGUSTING how I love you,
God I hate me. I could kill you.

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You sighed, stepping into class with the knowledge that Francis; the womanizing French student would be bothering you.

  Taking a few steps in, you noticed he was already surrounded by girls no doubt in your mind one of them was going to the Winter Sonata with him. You didn't know why you cared so much but you felt such embaressment and jelousy even. You hated him though.

  Taking your seat beside his, you felt his blue eyes turn to your direction. You slammed your binder onto your desk pissed off at the other girls who then proceeded to back away from Francis as the bell rang.

  "Good morning mon ami," His French accent irritated you intensly,"You seem in a good mood."

  Not even daring to stair into his eyes, you ignore him with your arms crossed.

  "M-mon ami-"

  "I'm not your friend Francis," You replied bitterly back at him,"So, which one are you taking?"

  "Taking?" He replied back a bit confused,"I don't know what you're talking abo-"

  "Which girl are you taking to the dance?" You snapped back bitterly. You gritted your teeth and you felt your heart beat a bit faster.

  He laughed a bit,"Mademoiselle, are you jelous of the others?"

  The color of your face went bright red and you burried your face a bit,"W-what the hell are you talking about!? Of course I'm not jelous of those, those-!"

  "Then why are you acting so tense, mon ami?"

  "I told you, I'm not your friend," You replied very stubbornly back at him,"Besides, I'm just curious if someone like you can get a date, maybe I can get one who's better looking and less self-concious."

  It was true; you believed Francis was a womanizing, self absorbant jerk. But you still believed there was something about him that you couldn't place your finger on.

  "Mademoiselle, I was actually-" With that, the bell rang and the teacher entered in the door.

  Both of you stood and you noticed a rose get placed on your desk with a note attatched to it. Looking up at Francis who was smiling at you, you pushed the rose off your desk and shook your head.

  This was an everyday thing too. You were so used to the notes and the roses and the Francis. You sighed and sat down back down in your seat.

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  At lunch, you were forced to leave the classroom and grab yourself something to eat at the cafeteria. You usually made your lunch but you had no time this morning due to your mother waking you up late.

  Francis was standing in line behind you and you felt him pulling on your [h/c] hair. Moving your head forward would be the logical thing, but there were other students in line. You pushed his hand away,"Why don't you just piss off and leave me alone."

  "But mademoiselle, I was wondering if you're going to the dance."

  Your face went completly red,'H-he couldn't mean...!?' You crossed your arms,"Y-yea. But I'm going...ALONE!"

  His laugh was heard from behind you,"________, I heard you hesitate."

  Finally, you were at the front of the lunch line,"Haven't heard you say my real name in awhile," You said bitterly while taking a tray of food,"Plus, you can't hear hesitation."

  Walking over to a table of firmiliar faces, you noticed they seemed to be stairing at you intently,"What?"

  They squealed like normal little schoolgirls. One was able to speak through their excited screams,"Francis asked you to the dance!?"

  You shook your head in furry and embaressment,"N-no! That perverted Frenchman...yes he asked me, but I plainly denied!"

  They suddenly changed into a more suprised and confused tone,"Why not!? Anyone would KILL to go with him."

  Another girl spoke after,"You're so stubborn! It's obvious you LIKE him! You're always acting so much more cruel around him, but you still blush."

  You burried your face, trying to hide the red spread across your face,"I-I DO NOT! THAT WOMANIZING FRENCHMAN CAN GO-" You couldn't think of anything bad to say though,"Forget it."

  Walking away from the table, you heard protests of many different girls crying for you to return. You plainly ignored them and went off to eat in the library as usual.

  Little did you know, Francis was listening nearby the entire time.

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  Before you knew it, it was the night of the dance. You sighed, knowing you were going to walk in without a date. You believed that maybe some hot guy might ask you for a dance later. You had done your makeup better than before and had your [h/c] hair pulled up in a beautiful bun with strands of your hair hanging from the back and curled a bit.

  You also wore a really pretty [f/c] dress which flowed more freely as it went down to your knees. Looking in the mirror before you, you couldn't help but smile a dazling bright smile. You looked so spectacular.

  Your friend drove you and a few others over to the dance. Upon walking in, your breath was taken from you. It looked simply wonderful; your school had quite a budget to spend and the student council was always good at setting these things up.

  Looking around, you tried looking for anyone you possibly knew who wouldn't pester you too much. You just wanted this night to end quickly.

  A hand grabbed your shoulder and you swung your head to confront the person only to see Francis standing behind you. Your heart started beating when you noticed that in a tuxedo, he didn't look half bad. His long blond hair was tied back now too.

  "Mademoiselle?" He said with a sly look on his face,"You look simply wonderful tonight."

  Your face was now as red as red could be. You shrugged his hand off and looked away,"L-leave me alone. I want to just have a good time and go." Without another word, you walked over to the side and sat yourself down.

  As the night progressed, you found yourself dancing with various people, but something didn't seem right everytime you did and you felt yourself falling a bit lower every time. By the time of the last dance, you had to deny so many people.

  That's when Francis came up to you,"One dance?" He said pleadingly almost with his hand streached out.

  Trying to tear your gaze away from his hand almost felt hard to do. Your [e/c] eyes did not look away even once you turned your head away.

  Slowly, you gently slid your hand into his,"You do realize that this is a slow song, no?"

  You felt yourself get pulled out of your seat and into Francis' embrace; his warm, comfortable-

  You pushed yourself away from him a bit, blushing madly,"Y-yes! I know!"

  Gently, he brought you to where the other couples had gathered. You never really danced to a slow dance and you were nervous.

  Francis' hand slid onto yours,"Here," He directed your hands to his shoulders,"And then," He put his hands around your waist gently and you felt your face get red.

  While you two danced slowly, you felt his hand push against the back of your head to press it to his chest,"You can act like the other girls you know."

  Looking around, you noticed that mainly every girl was either kissing or in the position you were in, except you were being forced to keep your head close to his beating heart,"M-mon ami?"

  You looked up a bit at him and he smiled back at you. You stubbornly looked away,"What do you want from me now?"

  "You don't need to be so mean," He said in a sarcastic tone,"I just want to know why you hate me."

  "I-I," You didn't have time to think. You did dislike him, but what about him did you hate so much? Was it his personality; the way he tried flirting with every girl he met, or his blue eyes that usually shone when he looked at you,"I just do."

  You hear him sigh,"Fine then."

  "Why do you LIKE me so much?" You said bitterly,"I mean, I'm so mean to you but you never ever leave me alone."

  It was quiet between you two for a moment before you heard him murmmer something,"Je t'aime..."

  Looking up at him a bit confused was the wrong thing to do though. His lips pressed against yours so quickly and suddenly, you couldn't register what had happened until the moment he pulled away.

  "Y-you're not serious." You said quietly,"You could choose any other girl."

  "But I choose you, mon amour." He smiled at you and your heartbeat sped up again,"Je t'aime." He repeated.

  You pressed your forehead against his chest,"I love you too..." You said quietly and suddenly. You hadn't realized it but you were always looking at him and you could never say anything mean back at him.

  His thumb slid onto your chin and his pointer finger rested underneath. He pulled your face up and you lifted yourself to your tiptoes. Gently, you slid your arms around his kneck and pressed your lips up against his as the song ended.

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Look at what you do to me,
It's disgusting.