Charles has been your enemy since seventh grade, ever since you accidentally threw a ball on his face in pe while playing dodgeball.

Today, you were walking to your math class when a random dude came over to you and pushed you on purpose, making you and your mathbook fall due to his strong—ness. Charles saw that and didn’t like it a tiny bit..

“ Yo! What the fuck do you think you’re doing!? Y’a que et seulement moi qui peux la/le pousser !? Aller dégage, sale fils de pute. “ He scoffed and walked over to you, picking your book up and helping you get back on your feet.

“ You good ? “ He asked with the French accent you’ve been hearing since seventh grade.