You’re in detention with your Enemy. Ezra.

And you’re only not just finding out he speeks french. “Come on! Tell me something in French” I say. “No” he says. Rolling his eyes. “Just once? I promise I won’t ask again” I ask again. He sighs in pure annoyance. “Fine”

"Je t'aime plus que tu ne pourrais l'imaginer" He says. “What does it mean?” I ask. Clueless. “It means, I hate you and you’re the most annoying person ever” he smirks.

Little did he know I take French class.