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Bloody Kisses

It was a chilly New York City morning, and _____ _____ was getting ready for school. Slipping on her (f/c) hat, the fourth grader ran outside to catch her bus. Once in her seat, a paper ball flew across the yellow vehicle, right into the (h/c-ette)’s face. With a blank stare, _____ picked up the ball of paper and put it in her book bag. A few more were thrown throughout the ride, and although ______’s expression was cold, she was actually very hurt. She nary had a clue as to why they bullied her, and ‘twould forever stay a mystery to her.
After a couple more minutes, the elementary school children reached their school. Hopping off the bus, _____ dashed through the playground to find her friend Mathieu Bonnefoy, whom preferred to be called “Matt”. The (h/c-ette) clung onto his arm, smiling up at the French Canadian with gay (e/c). He, in return, patted her head and ruffled her hair.
“Hey, belle,” Matt chortles, smiling down at ____. Now, the girl would have responded. However, to their great misfortune, the bullies had arrived.
“Yo, Matt! Why are you hanging out with that twerp!? She’s such a freaky loser!”
Misty eyed, ______’s bottom lip quivered. Matt takes notice, and grabbed his hockey stick.
“’Ey, leave her alone, salauds*!”
Certainly, the taller messy blonde boy had everyone’s attention; even his teacher who just so happened to be French. Furthermore, since they were in a private school, they would clearly not take any violence. She looked over at Mathieu, very cautious as to what she should do.
Now, Mathieu was aware that he said a bad word, and knew that the teacher had acknowledged the profanity. Why not go out with a bang? A dark, evil smirk wormed onto his face; an ominous chuckle came soon after. With a battle cry, Matt proceeded to smack the boys relentlessly with his stick.
______ gasped, trying to take the stick away from her friend.
“Matt, stop it..!” She screamed, pulling desperately at the Canadian’s waist. He had practically killed the two; they were bleeding horribly in the snow. Mattie’s red-violet eyes widen, having realized what he done. He dropped his stick, and hugged ______.
“They were hurting you, belle..,” He rasped, and immediately went to the principal’s office, head hung in shame. Not that he really was ashamed, that is. It was for show; he actually enjoyed being the shit out of the two. They had hurt his ______, and no one does such a thing without punishment. However, before going inside, he looked at the bleeding boys whom were being taken into ambulances. I can do so much worse… I just need more practice.

~Later That Day~

_______ sat in the nurse’s office, holding a pack of ice to her head. Someone had smacked her in the forehead with great force using their textbook. Sniffling, her (e/c) looked up once they saw a pair of black snow boots.
“Hey, belle, what happened to you?”
“I got hit in the head *hic* w-with a textbook..,” she whimpered, crying a bit more. Sighing softly, the protective Canadian sat beside her on the mini bed. His arms wrapped around her in a warm embrace.
“I’m getting expelled… and Franny’s taking me back to France with him... He doesn’t trust Oliver that much..,” He muttered, squeezing his companion closer. Upon hearing her get more upset, Matt put her in his lap.
“Don’t cry, my belle. I’ll be back..,” he reassured, becoming a big softie all of a sudden. Smiling, he simply hugged her to his chest, running his fingers through her hair.
______ sniffled and shakily sighed; glad to have her friend there for protection. However, with him done for the rest of the year, the girl didn’t know how she’d survive...

Eight Years Later

______, to say the least, became a totally different person. She no longer wore pink polka-dots, but (favorite dark color) attire and brass knuckle gloves. With a sassy smirk, she strode off the bus. No one fucked with ____. The (h/c-ate) was considered to be the badass of the school; a girl who stood up for herself. If anything, one could say she was very independent. However, the independence did get her into detention from time to time. That didn’t mean that she’d stop, though. In a way, in instructed her to keep doing what she was doing. After Mathieu left, she had to fend for herself.
Strolling in, ____ headed to her first hour, French. Despite her sassy rebel attitude, the girl was a good student with mainly A’s and B’s. Pulling out her homework and such, the (h/c-ette) began to get ready for class. Which didn’t take long, considering that she didn’t need much for that class. Sighing, _____ tilted back in her desk and began to nap.
Upon doing so, all she could think about was Mathieu. Now that she thought about it, he was all that was on her mind. Matt this, Matt that! Her childhood friend just wouldn’t leave her mind. A dopey grin wormed plastered upon her face as she thought of him more. Abruptly, _____ was winded as a friend dropped their textbook on her stomach.
“Thinking of Matt~” (bff) teased, giggling but shortly squeaking as the (h/c-ette) attempted to smack her. The two stopped their horseplay and laughed over their own stupidity. However, ____’s cheeks were pink afterwards, which revealed the answer to her friend. (bbf) nudged her badass companion and smiled.
“He’ll come back one day..! I’m sure of it! You shouldn’t miss him that much unl-“
“You better shut the fuck up or so help me I will shove my foot so far up your ass, you will never be able to have anal,” ____ snarled, but then lost it at the end of her supposed “threat”. The two friends laughed their asses off and panted for breath after a bit.
“So mean..,” (bbf) whined, play slapping the (h/c-ette). Rolling her (e/c), the female turned to face the front.

~Bonjour~

Abruptly in the middle of the class, the door opened. The principal waltzed to the front of the class. Everyone greeted him, and oddly enough he had a smile on his face. Gesturing to the door, everyone turned around and soon _____’s jaw dropped to the floor.
It’s Matt!
With a “don’t screw with me” aura about him, he strolled down an aisle of desks. He still hid his reddish-violet eyes behind his shades as he fixed his messy and slightly curly blonde hair. When his eyes rested upon a familiar pair, Mathieu smirked.
“Bonjour… I am Mathieu. I just moved back to America from France this week, so my accent will be a bit thick..,” he said, looking over the class. The teacher squealed with delight, she being French herself. She had him sit beside ____. Nodding, the plaid-wearing Matt gladly took his seat. The charming student looked back at his friend.
“Bonjour, my belle…”

Lunch

_____ had so far, all her classes with Mathieu. Her heart fluttered whenever she saw him or when his accent purred her name. The sound sent shivers up her spine and goose-bumps on her arms. Giggling a bit, the (h/c-ette) walked down the hall with her friend. Many moved out of the senior’s way as she did so.
“You’ve got yourself taken care of, eh?”
“I guess…”
That guess shortly turned into a definite “no”. The big linebacker came up, slamming her into the wall. With having her under him, the dude practically shoved his tongue down her throat. Screaming but it muffled, _____ tried to kick him but he pinned her firmly to the wall.
However, it ended as soon as it started. Immediately, the linebacker was thrown onto the tile and pounded by Matt’s foot mercilessly.
“Don’t you touch my belle!”
Matt yelled at him, stomping hard one last time with his snow boot. Groaning in pain, the assailant curled up, defeated. The hero, on the other hand, looked over at the victim.
______ lay curled up, crying. Striding over, Matt scooped her up and dashed for an empty classroom. The blonde set her on a desk, looking her over. She’s beautiful, even in tears… Wiping her sodden cheeks, the protective teen held her close.
“Shhh… It’s okay, my belle… You’ll be okay. I’m here..,” Matt consoled, rubbing ____’s back gently.
Looking up at Mattieu, she shakily sighed and coughed a bit.
“M-Mattie… What does ‘belle’ mean..,” The crying girl asked, despite taking French and knowing not to use that nickname.
Mathieu blushed; something unlike him. He’d been calling her “belle” for as long as he could remember.
“I-It means beautiful..,” and abruptly he went in for the kill. His lips gently landed onto hers, his hands cupping her cheeks. After a bit, he pulled away, expecting a hard slap across the cheek. The response, though, was anything but. Tugging onto his plaid shirt, _____ kissed him back, arms slowly wrapping around his neck. Matt’s arms wind themselves around her waist.
The kiss was soft and sweet, yet had a bit a passion. Surprisingly, the (h/c-ette) hadn’t ever been kissed before then; the move from the linebacker was not a kiss. Smiling, ____ chortled a little as her legs pulled him closer. Matt moaned softly, pulling her onto his waist. When things started to get heated, surprisingly, it was the blonde who pulled away.
“Je t’aime, belle…”

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Bloody Kisses

It was a chilly New York City morning, and _____ _____ was getting ready for school. Slipping on her (f/c) hat, the fourth grader ran outside to catch her bus. Once in her seat, a paper ball flew across the yellow vehicle, right into the (h/c-ette)’s face. With a blank stare, _____ picked up the ball of paper and put it in her book bag. A few more were thrown throughout the ride, and although ______’s expression was cold, she was actually very hurt. She nary had a clue as to why they bullied her, and ‘twould forever stay a mystery to her.
After a couple more minutes, the elementary school children reached their school. Hopping off the bus, _____ dashed through the playground to find her friend Mathieu Bonnefoy, whom preferred to be called “Matt”. The (h/c-ette) clung onto his arm, smiling up at the French Canadian with gay (e/c). He, in return, patted her head and ruffled her hair.
“Hey, belle,” Matt chortles, smiling down at ____. Now, the girl would have responded. However, to their great misfortune, the bullies had arrived.
“Yo, Matt! Why are you hanging out with that twerp!? She’s such a freaky loser!”
Misty eyed, ______’s bottom lip quivered. Matt takes notice, and grabbed his hockey stick.
“’Ey, leave her alone, salauds*!”
Certainly, the taller messy blonde boy had everyone’s attention; even his teacher who just so happened to be French. Furthermore, since they were in a private school, they would clearly not take any violence. She looked over at Mathieu, very cautious as to what she should do.
Now, Mathieu was aware that he said a bad word, and knew that the teacher had acknowledged the profanity. Why not go out with a bang? A dark, evil smirk wormed onto his face; an ominous chuckle came soon after. With a battle cry, Matt proceeded to smack the boys relentlessly with his stick.
______ gasped, trying to take the stick away from her friend.
“Matt, stop it..!” She screamed, pulling desperately at the Canadian’s waist. He had practically killed the two; they were bleeding horribly in the snow. Mattie’s red-violet eyes widen, having realized what he done. He dropped his stick, and hugged ______.
“They were hurting you, belle..,” He rasped, and immediately went to the principal’s office, head hung in shame. Not that he really was ashamed, that is. It was for show; he actually enjoyed being the shit out of the two. They had hurt his ______, and no one does such a thing without punishment. However, before going inside, he looked at the bleeding boys whom were being taken into ambulances. I can do so much worse… I just need more practice.

~Later That Day~

_______ sat in the nurse’s office, holding a pack of ice to her head. Someone had smacked her in the forehead with great force using their textbook. Sniffling, her (e/c) looked up once they saw a pair of black snow boots.
“Hey, belle, what happened to you?”
“I got hit in the head *hic* w-with a textbook..,” she whimpered, crying a bit more. Sighing softly, the protective Canadian sat beside her on the mini bed. His arms wrapped around her in a warm embrace.
“I’m getting expelled… and Franny’s taking me back to France with him... He doesn’t trust Oliver that much..,” He muttered, squeezing his companion closer. Upon hearing her get more upset, Matt put her in his lap.
“Don’t cry, my belle. I’ll be back..,” he reassured, becoming a big softie all of a sudden. Smiling, he simply hugged her to his chest, running his fingers through her hair.
______ sniffled and shakily sighed; glad to have her friend there for protection. However, with him done for the rest of the year, the girl didn’t know how she’d survive...

Eight Years Later

______, to say the least, became a totally different person. She no longer wore pink polka-dots, but (favorite dark color) attire and brass knuckle gloves. With a sassy smirk, she strode off the bus. No one fucked with ____. The (h/c-ate) was considered to be the badass of the school; a girl who stood up for herself. If anything, one could say she was very independent. However, the independence did get her into detention from time to time. That didn’t mean that she’d stop, though. In a way, in instructed her to keep doing what she was doing. After Mathieu left, she had to fend for herself.
Strolling in, ____ headed to her first hour, French. Despite her sassy rebel attitude, the girl was a good student with mainly A’s and B’s. Pulling out her homework and such, the (h/c-ette) began to get ready for class. Which didn’t take long, considering that she didn’t need much for that class. Sighing, _____ tilted back in her desk and began to nap.
Upon doing so, all she could think about was Mathieu. Now that she thought about it, he was all that was on her mind. Matt this, Matt that! Her childhood friend just wouldn’t leave her mind. A dopey grin wormed plastered upon her face as she thought of him more. Abruptly, _____ was winded as a friend dropped their textbook on her stomach.
“Thinking of Matt~” (bff) teased, giggling but shortly squeaking as the (h/c-ette) attempted to smack her. The two stopped their horseplay and laughed over their own stupidity. However, ____’s cheeks were pink afterwards, which revealed the answer to her friend. (bbf) nudged her badass companion and smiled.
“He’ll come back one day..! I’m sure of it! You shouldn’t miss him that much unl-“
“You better shut the fuck up or so help me I will shove my foot so far up your ass, you will never be able to have anal,” ____ snarled, but then lost it at the end of her supposed “threat”. The two friends laughed their asses off and panted for breath after a bit.
“So mean..,” (bbf) whined, play slapping the (h/c-ette). Rolling her (e/c), the female turned to face the front.

~Bonjour~

Abruptly in the middle of the class, the door opened. The principal waltzed to the front of the class. Everyone greeted him, and oddly enough he had a smile on his face. Gesturing to the door, everyone turned around and soon _____’s jaw dropped to the floor.
It’s Matt!
With a “don’t screw with me” aura about him, he strolled down an aisle of desks. He still hid his reddish-violet eyes behind his shades as he fixed his messy and slightly curly blonde hair. When his eyes rested upon a familiar pair, Mathieu smirked.
“Bonjour… I am Mathieu. I just moved back to America from France this week, so my accent will be a bit thick..,” he said, looking over the class. The teacher squealed with delight, she being French herself. She had him sit beside ____. Nodding, the plaid-wearing Matt gladly took his seat. The charming student looked back at his friend.
“Bonjour, my belle…”

Lunch

_____ had so far, all her classes with Mathieu. Her heart fluttered whenever she saw him or when his accent purred her name. The sound sent shivers up her spine and goose-bumps on her arms. Giggling a bit, the (h/c-ette) walked down the hall with her friend. Many moved out of the senior’s way as she did so.
“You’ve got yourself taken care of, eh?”
“I guess…”
That guess shortly turned into a definite “no”. The big linebacker came up, slamming her into the wall. With having her under him, the dude practically shoved his tongue down her throat. Screaming but it muffled, _____ tried to kick him but he pinned her firmly to the wall.
However, it ended as soon as it started. Immediately, the linebacker was thrown onto the tile and pounded by Matt’s foot mercilessly.
“Don’t you touch my belle!”
Matt yelled at him, stomping hard one last time with his snow boot. Groaning in pain, the assailant curled up, defeated. The hero, on the other hand, looked over at the victim.
______ lay curled up, crying. Striding over, Matt scooped her up and dashed for an empty classroom. The blonde set her on a desk, looking her over. She’s beautiful, even in tears… Wiping her sodden cheeks, the protective teen held her close.
“Shhh… It’s okay, my belle… You’ll be okay. I’m here..,” Matt consoled, rubbing ____’s back gently.
Looking up at Mattieu, she shakily sighed and coughed a bit.
“M-Mattie… What does ‘belle’ mean..,” The crying girl asked, despite taking French and knowing not to use that nickname.
Mathieu blushed; something unlike him. He’d been calling her “belle” for as long as he could remember.
“I-It means beautiful..,” and abruptly he went in for the kill. His lips gently landed onto hers, his hands cupping her cheeks. After a bit, he pulled away, expecting a hard slap across the cheek. The response, though, was anything but. Tugging onto his plaid shirt, _____ kissed him back, arms slowly wrapping around his neck. Matt’s arms wind themselves around her waist.
The kiss was soft and sweet, yet had a bit a passion. Surprisingly, the (h/c-ette) hadn’t ever been kissed before then; the move from the linebacker was not a kiss. Smiling, ____ chortled a little as her legs pulled him closer. Matt moaned softly, pulling her onto his waist. When things started to get heated, surprisingly, it was the blonde who pulled away.
“Je t’aime, belle…”