(BTW: Seychelles doesn't have a human name yet...how sad. Let's just go with Michelle!)

As Michelle walked down the hallway to Mr. Edelstein's stupid Math class (she hated them...Mr. Edelstein gave homework almost everyday...and that cowlick of his was horrible, too), Michelle happened to spot Francis muttering questionable curses.

"Francis?" Michelle ran up to him, her long brown hair swaying behind her. "What's wrong?"

Francis looked at her and sighed. "Arthur's the problem, not me."

"Why?" Michelle asked. "What happened?"

Francis explained everything to her (if you guys don't remember...it's chapter 1). Francis half-expected Michelle to laugh and walk away, but she didn't.

"Stupid Ivan," she said. "He always leaves his vodka bottles everywhere!"

Francis nodded in agreement. "How annoying..."

From his pocket, he pulled out a rose and gave it to Michelle, who gave a small yelp in surprise.

"I give roses to every belle fille in this academy," Francis said casually, as if this was his everyday routine. "You're one of them."

Michelle took the rose cautiously. "Should I really-?"

Francis held her hands and kissed her passionately. Then he pulled away and placed the rose on Michelle's hair. "You must," he said.

And with that, the blonde French walked away, leaving Michelle with mixed emotions.

Neither noticed the one cloaked in shadows, stalking them and snickering.

A/N: I'm sorry it's quite short! I'll make longer chapters, I promise!