Leon Olivier Lambert: the school’s
finest example of elegance and refinement. He was adored by women; envied
and hated by men. Still he went through life with a smile befitting his
elegant lifestyle. Like his initials suggested, he was always laughing
and taking life as it came. One of the things that made Leon so popular was that he was 100% French, born and raised, in an American
university. If there was one thing American girls could never resist, it
would be an exotic accent. American girls had a fantasized idea of
Frenchmen in particular, which meant that Leon was hardly ever without a date.
Despite being the university’s most
eligible bachelor, Leon refused to take a steady girlfriend. Instead he
surrounded himself with adoring fangirls, and tried to give them all equal
amounts of his time and affection. Overall, he was very content with this
situation. A girlfriend would get jealous if he was with other girls; a
girlfriend would be needy, while fangirls could be pleased just to receive a
second glance and didn’t care if he spent time with all of them; in fact they
preferred it. That is not to say that Leon did not care at all for these
girls. His greatest pleasure was to see them happy.
On a typical Thursday afternoon, he
was sitting with several of his girls in the student union. One girl was
playing with his warm blond hair, while the others sat and listened to him talk
with dreamy expressions.
“Leon, you are going to the
homecoming dance aren’t you?” a petite brunette asked, smiling timidly.
“Ou ί ,
but of course ma cherie.” He said with a smile that made her blush.
“Who are you going with?” one of
the bolder girls asked. They all leaned forward with anticipation. Of
course everyone wanted to be his date, but for the past two years he tried not
to have an actual date. Leon opened his mouth to remind them of this
policy he held, but fell silent.
It was then that Leon noticed a girl in a similar situation to himself. She was evidently new, but she
was surrounded by their male colleagues. Black hair tumbled in gentle curls
down to her mid-back. Like a night sky, her hair held a blue sheen and
her face was the moon. He had never seen a girl with skin so beautifully
white. Most American girls were into tanning, but Leon held an affinity for pale skin. There was something so delicately beautiful
about it. It was as if she were a perfectly painted china doll. Her
eyes twinkled like stars and seemed to glance his way. He felt
immediately drawn to her.
“Perhaps I should take the new
girl, no?” Leon said, “But do not despair my little doves. There will be
a dance for each of you, even if I must dance all night long.” He winked
playfully and some of the girls burst into awkward giggles that would normally
cause them to flee in embarrassment. Leon was certain she was
looking at him now, though her eyes moved freely. He felt it..
“Excusez-moi mes amis,” the French
boy said, standing from his seat and walking over to the new girl.
“Shoulda figured Mr. Gift-to-women
would head over to check out the new chick,” Leon’s friend Paul said, giving
him a playful shove, “You tore yourself away from your adoring fans I see.”
“Paul, who is she?” Leon asked, staring slightly at the new beauty.
“Her name’s Dominique,” Paul said,
“She just flew in from France, man. Go charm her. Dude, it’s like,
freaking destiny or something.”
“No, mon ami,” Leon said, looking awkward for once in his life, “You know that I am not the type to have a
girlfriend. She does not seem the fangirl type. I should leave her
alone.”
“Come on, dude!” Paul said, “You
didn’t walk over here, leaving your horde of girls to ‘leave her alone.’ She’s
like, your destined girlfriend! You’re both French, you’re both fucking
gorgeous! Just do it, man!”
Paul gave Leon a shove forward, making him bump into another young man,
finest example of elegance and refinement. He was adored by women; envied
and hated by men. Still he went through life with a smile befitting his
elegant lifestyle. Like his initials suggested, he was always laughing
and taking life as it came. One of the things that made Leon so popular was that he was 100% French, born and raised, in an American
university. If there was one thing American girls could never resist, it
would be an exotic accent. American girls had a fantasized idea of
Frenchmen in particular, which meant that Leon was hardly ever without a date.
Despite being the university’s most
eligible bachelor, Leon refused to take a steady girlfriend. Instead he
surrounded himself with adoring fangirls, and tried to give them all equal
amounts of his time and affection. Overall, he was very content with this
situation. A girlfriend would get jealous if he was with other girls; a
girlfriend would be needy, while fangirls could be pleased just to receive a
second glance and didn’t care if he spent time with all of them; in fact they
preferred it. That is not to say that Leon did not care at all for these
girls. His greatest pleasure was to see them happy.
On a typical Thursday afternoon, he
was sitting with several of his girls in the student union. One girl was
playing with his warm blond hair, while the others sat and listened to him talk
with dreamy expressions.
“Leon, you are going to the
homecoming dance aren’t you?” a petite brunette asked, smiling timidly.
“Ou ί ,
but of course ma cherie.” He said with a smile that made her blush.
“Who are you going with?” one of
the bolder girls asked. They all leaned forward with anticipation. Of
course everyone wanted to be his date, but for the past two years he tried not
to have an actual date. Leon opened his mouth to remind them of this
policy he held, but fell silent.
It was then that Leon noticed a girl in a similar situation to himself. She was evidently new, but she
was surrounded by their male colleagues. Black hair tumbled in gentle curls
down to her mid-back. Like a night sky, her hair held a blue sheen and
her face was the moon. He had never seen a girl with skin so beautifully
white. Most American girls were into tanning, but Leon held an affinity for pale skin. There was something so delicately beautiful
about it. It was as if she were a perfectly painted china doll. Her
eyes twinkled like stars and seemed to glance his way. He felt
immediately drawn to her.
“Perhaps I should take the new
girl, no?” Leon said, “But do not despair my little doves. There will be
a dance for each of you, even if I must dance all night long.” He winked
playfully and some of the girls burst into awkward giggles that would normally
cause them to flee in embarrassment. Leon was certain she was
looking at him now, though her eyes moved freely. He felt it..
“Excusez-moi mes amis,” the French
boy said, standing from his seat and walking over to the new girl.
“Shoulda figured Mr. Gift-to-women
would head over to check out the new chick,” Leon’s friend Paul said, giving
him a playful shove, “You tore yourself away from your adoring fans I see.”
“Paul, who is she?” Leon asked, staring slightly at the new beauty.
“Her name’s Dominique,” Paul said,
“She just flew in from France, man. Go charm her. Dude, it’s like,
freaking destiny or something.”
“No, mon ami,” Leon said, looking awkward for once in his life, “You know that I am not the type to have a
girlfriend. She does not seem the fangirl type. I should leave her
alone.”
“Come on, dude!” Paul said, “You
didn’t walk over here, leaving your horde of girls to ‘leave her alone.’ She’s
like, your destined girlfriend! You’re both French, you’re both fucking
gorgeous! Just do it, man!”
Paul gave Leon a shove forward, making him bump into another young man,
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