Remember Léa was taking sides with the GIRL?

Well, FORGET THAT. She was ALL boy's.

That NOT CUTE AT ALL girl certainly knew how to plaster her smile onto her face, and Léa HATED looking ugly even for a second. She didn't look too ugly, of course, it needed more than a stupid brat to do that, but she wasn't pleased with her at all. Choosing to ignore her completely, because she certainly was better than glaring at some kindergarten girl, she smiled sweetly at boy this time who knew MANNERS.

"Merci pour l'accueil chaleureux," she said and even offered him her hand. She was going to ignore his hands were dirty and tried to be cleaned by merely wiping them onto his robe. "Je m'apalle Léa. Vous ne parlez bien le français?"

...

...Oui? Oui? Léa wasn't going to -

"Haha! Elle n'est pas très intelligent, oui?"

The boy that probably broke her heart was talking about her in French right in front of her to a very pretty sixth year girl.

Take that, brat.