Tall dark and
handsome guys never looked her way, and neither did Raoul Patel.
Indian stud whose shoulder length, wavy, black hair fell into his
hazel eyes; Raoul with the thick dark lashes, and even darker
winged eyebrows. She wondered if she threw a quarter at his square
jaw if it would bounce back.She loved the way his tan skin glowed,
the way his entrancing smile pulled you right in. A guy like Raoul
never looked her way, if he did, it was always absent, when they
had group projects he would copy off of her, but never remember her
name. Still, she couldn't help but to think he was the perfect male
specimen, even though he was a complete
She was on her way to
French class when she saw him; he was with a couple of his friends
animatedly talking though the second bell had already rung.He had
his arm casually draped over a buxom girl that was glued to him as
tight as her figure hugging clothes, a girl she assumed was his
latest 'girlfriend' or whatever they were.Head thrown back laughing
at something his friend said, she noticed the familiar squeeze he
gave to the girl's waist, her little giggle.Quickly ducking her
head, she rushed into class the third bell ringing as she entered
the room.She turned to peer at the door, thinking perhaps there
would be another figure rushing to make it on time, but of course
not, he'd come when he pleased.
She enjoyed French
class; it was one of her favorite subject, language.She saw beauty
in words, accents, the fluency, rolls of the tongues; to her the
variety of human dialects had always been a fascination.As the
teacher divided them into their usual groups, 20 minutes into the
class, who came sauntering in if none other than Raoul himself.She
saw the way Mr. Burg's eyes narrowed as he glared at Raoul who
simply took his seat and slumped down in his usual manner.His right
leg stretched out with his left leg bending, one arm slung over the
back chair, another relaxed on the table, head tilted looking
dignified and bold, arrogant, and scornful all at once.She half
expected Mr. Burg to kick him out, which was the usual routine
along with detention after school, but she was surprised when after
another stern glance he started talking about feminine and
When class was over, she
saw people animatedly talking as they walked out, making their way
to the next period.She was packing her books also getting ready to
leave , peeking at Raoul who languidly stood as Mr. Burg addressed
She was passing them by
when he said "Can you stay for a while Vindya? I will give you a
note for your next class" She turned and stared at him, then nodded
walking towards the closest chair to them and taking a seat.
Mr. Burg leaned on his desk chair looking tired and disheveled
"besides your sheer disregard for timeliness, not to mention the
"Disruption? What you
talking' bout? I ain't even say nothing the whole time" looking
rather put out Raoul sucked his teeth.
"This is French class!
You are supposed to say something; you are supposed to be
"What for? It ain't like
am'ma go out there and suddenly start talking some 'oui oui oui'
turned red in the face, his lips firming into a thin cross line "If
you fail my class you will not graduate"
"I been doing
my work…" Raoul started
haven't been doing them well, your test grades are low, your
homework is as unreadable as a kindergartners', your class work are
exact matches with others…"
"Well what do
you want me to do? I do my work you say I'm copying of off someone,
you making jokes about my home…"
a joke, all your homework are illegible, I cannot correct what I
my fault, you're the teacher…"
didn't call you up to have an argument with you, I want all of you
to graduate unless you want to be here for another year?" Mr. Burg
crossed his trying to stare him down, though it did little good for
Raoul was too busy insolent
staring him down.
what do I have to do?"
"Get a tutor,
and that is where Vindya comes in"
didn't even turn to look at her, and though she may not have wanted
to admit it, that kind of stung.
one behind you" Mr. Burg practically rolled his eyes; Raoul turned
and frowned at her.
Of course he didn't know her; she was just some girl that sat in
the middle of the class, drowned in by all. Heavy bangs obscured
her thick round frames; frames that made her eyes look quite
buggy.She was small and brittle looking, and seemed rather sickly
"She's going to tutor me?" he
"Raoul, you need this class, while Vindya, with or without this
class she will graduate. She doesn't need this class, yet she
does her work and gets good grades…" she hated when teachers
praised her, her face warmed up.
"Then why she here?" Raoul asked smugly
"She needs to be somewhere, or do you want her walking around the
hallways like you and your friends seem want to do? Anyways this
is not about her, this is about you, Vindya I need you to tutor
him" Mr. Burg said, when Vindya was about to
something, he held his hand up, "You will still be getting
credit, think of this as an internship, you've already taken this
class and passed it with an A, why repeat everything over? This
should be easy for you" He said looking from her to Raoul
"Isn't this an elective? How can an elective make me fail?" Raoul
looked at him
"You need 2 years of language, without it you can't pass; do you
really want to fail because you couldn't pass French?"
"So when do we begin?' he turned to her