Becoming Adrien's piano tutor [Adrien X Reader(M)]

Chapter 3 - Blond and Blue Hair

It took me time, but I finally managed to translate what I wanted to say in French. Deep breath in, deep breath out.

"Hello everyone, my name is Y/N. I come to France with my mum to study piano". As I looked around, I grew re-assured by the smiling faces of my new friends. I was mildly surprised that they were all paying attention to me; up beat I continued.

"I arrived in Paris yesterday and I am horny to see you and very horny to fabricate new friends".

Small laughs and sniggers filled the room as I looked around confused. A boy who wore headphones laughed the loudest. Even Nathaniel giggled. "What" I said dismayed at my introduction. Suddenly another voice joined me, it came from the blond boy from the limousine.

"They are being silly, I would be very horny if I was your friend. My name is Adrien and it turns me on to see another boy in our class".

Not laugher but howls cascaded across the room as I watched dumbstruck again. This time the headphone boy took off his cap to wipe away a tea whilst I noticed a girl with auburn hair take a sneaky video of the confused boy called Adrien. Now that I got a look at him, I realised that his blond hair wasn't his defining feature. It was his doe like face – a young infant caught in the heat of embarrassment. The deep blush of his embarrassment radiated a bright glow over his cheeks: Sunshine doesn't have to come from the stars I wondered. I caught myself examining the boy mid gaze – the boy called Adrien. Adrien. No wonder he had a crowd of admirers earlier this morning.

« Alors, ça suffit. Arrêtez avec les enfilages. C'est évident qu'il n'est pas très fort en Française comme nous, mais il faut n'être pas méchant ».

Madame Bustier revealed another warm smile to me as her hand reached over to my shoulder. "Sit next to Luka, he's the one sitting at the back there". A hand shot up from the back of the class that belonged to a boy sporting neon blue hair. A very multi-coloured class I muttered to myself as I made my way to the back.

"Hi, I'm Luka". He held out his hand in the check like Nathaniel did earlier. "Clap clap". My shoulders slumped as I slid into my seat. I didn't know what to do so I sat there, looking as Madame Bustier talked in a language that couldn't possibly be French. My face must have been pouting as Luka nudged my elbow slipping me a note from his side of the desk. "I like your accent and I'd love to hear you talk more. Don't be so sad. I'm new to this class as well".

I had to check 3 times to make sure I wasn't mistranslating the French. Nope, it was a note just full of goodness. I looked up from the paper and smiled. "Thanks" I whispered. Five minutes later, I passed him another note which read "I can't wait to hear your voice after class too". Still confused but slightly happier, I glanced back up at the board as Madame Bustier began writing long cursive sentences on the board"

"Hey...what is she doing" I struggled to say coherently

"Sentences from a novel". Luka held up a book with a cover that looked like newspaper. It read "L'etrangere par Albert Carmus". "Cool", my head titled slightly back as I imagined the difficulty of reading one page, let alone an entire novel. The board looked like a swimming pool as I began to translate the sentences – start with the verb and work on from there the voice of my teacher echoed into my mind. Why is the book called l'etranger? I once again shrugged sliding down my seat. The monotony of class took its toll – I wished for another embarrassing introduction just so I could feel normal again. Thankfully my wish was answered by a knock on the door.

"Y/N, it is for you". My ears perked up upon hearing my name. A tall regal looking man entered the room with his eyes peering down on everyone. "Please come with me Y/N". Before I even remembered my belongings, Luka put his hand over my pens. "Do not worry, I will guard them for you". I shuffled out of class, relieved to be outside once again.

"Struggling to understand French?", I stumbled a bit shocked to hear English again. "At ease, I am Mr. D'argencout, I am the fencing as well as the English teacher here at this school. I have been told you are not too familiar with French. Is that true".

"Yes sir, I just arrived in Paris yesterday. It is my first time here".

"So why did you come here then?"

"I came here to study piano at the Conservatoire". Those words seemed to resonate with him since he stopped looking down his nose at me. "Impressive" he muttered. He then led me to his office where he began to explain to me the French school system.

"In this college, you have five classes every day. We offer French, history-geography, physics, chemistry, maths, English and physical education. As you can see on your timetable, these boxes correspond to the different classes with your first class being French literature with Madame Bustier. You have been placed in the general stream just like everyone else however, I have placed you in my class for English which is the highest level".

"Ha-ha, yeah that's a good idea" I offered meekly. "Good since I have only the highest expectations for my students – especially someone who is native in English". Mr. D'argencout quickly responded, cutting into my half-laugh. "My class will look up to you and so will I". We then continued with Mr. D'argencout explaining the school locker system, change rooms, sports programs offered and lastly the lunch system.

"Do you know Adrien?"

"No"

"Adrien is a student in my class, I will instruct him to take you under his wing as you continue your education here". A chance to meet the elusive Adrien? Wowie. "Thank you Mr. D'argencout for this kind gesture" I responded giving him a short head nod. He seemed to like that gesture as his stiff upper back relaxed into his chair. "You may leave now to join your classmates for recreation".

I exited the empty classroom to recess time where groups of students clustered around the corridors and courtyard of Collège Françoise Dupont. Once again, I was lost in the French sea. My hands instinctively went to my hair, curling it around in knots as I tried to remember where my original class was at.

"Y/N" over here. Once again, I saw the neon blue hair of Luka and in his hands my pencil case. He did remember to look after my stuff!

Authors notes:

Explanation of the horny joke and bad English for those who are not aware. Will be explained in the next chapter so minor spoiler alert

« Bonjour tout le monde, je m'appelle Y/N. Je vais au France avec ma mère pour étudier le piano. Je suis arrivé en Paris hier et je suis excité de vous voir et très excite de faire les amis ».

Exciter – means to sexually excite in French. Excited in English =/= Excited in French

Faire des amis – means to literally make/create/fabricate friends. It requires the reflexive pronoun to mean making new friends as we understand in English.