Sinners of East High

ix.

chapter ix.

julien clemonte
perspective

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"Don't worry, Yves. I'll catch you in my arms once you fall down the stairs," I grin, opening my arms for him to tease him.

"I think he's strong enough to bounce back up," Adrianna laughs, patting his shoulders, "Aren't you, sweetheart?"

"I am not falling down those stairs," Yves rolls his eyes, "It was just a silly bet."

"Loser," I snort, leaning on the wall as we three stand on the top floor, right next to the small staircase.

"Oh, fuck off," he scoffs, "Both of you," he glares, pointing between us.

He's about to take a step to get away from us. Adrianna steps forward, raises her foot and places it on his back, pushing him.

I widen my eyes, holding back a laugh even though I wasn't supposed to.

But it was Yves.

He turns around faster than I could process, grabs the railing and balances himself.

"Adri-fucking-anna," he is glaring daggers at us while we both laugh at him.

"That has a nice ring to it, Yves," she chuckles, "Is that my nickname? How sweet of you," she walks forward, kisses his cheek and runs down the stairs.

I try to ignore him and follow her but he grabs my wrist, pulling me back.

"Are you planning my murder?" Yves furrows his eyebrows, staring at me in all seriousness.

I laugh, "Are you scared of me?"

"No," he murmurs, "It just seems like you want me dead."

"Why wouldn't I?" I arch an eyebrow, smiling at him.

"Julien, you look like a clown. Don't smile like that," he scrunches his face

I gasp, "You know my name! How shocking."

"Please," he scoffs, "Who wouldn't know Jerard's sister's name? You have quite the reputation."

"A good reputation," I smile.

"Didn't your burn a building down?" He stares at me, "Oh, never mind. That was Adri," he shakes his head.

"I only broke my teacher's arms and legs," I shrug, "I didn't go as far as Adrianna," I let out a laugh.

"Only?" Yves snorts, "You're talking as if that isn't nothing," he starts walking down the stairs and I follow him.

"So how did you get in here?" I arch an eyebrow, "You're talking as if you did nothing."

He smiles, "I did two things," he starts, "I took the entire male population in my school down and put the school on fire."

I blink, "I'm all up for taking men down," I laugh, "But why?"

He taps his head, "Their mentality was not it," he chuckles, "Too outdated and misogynistic Even their actions. My ex-girlfriend taught me to never tolerate that shit," he lets out a laugh.

"Adrianna?" I smile.

"Duh," he rolls his eyes, "When we attended the same boarding school in England, you won't even be able to imagine how many boys she beat up every day."

"How long did you two date?" I arch an eyebrow.

"Two years," he shrugs.

"Oh my God!" I hear Leon shout, "We have a problem!"

"No," Yves frowns, "You have a problem, not us," he dismissively waves his hand, "I'm off to my room."

"You should at least hear what the problem is," I grab Yves' wrist, pulling him back.

Leon nods, "It's that school. They are here and they are already creating a ruckus!"

Yves' frown disappears, he seemed angry now, "When? How did we not get told about this before?"

I stare at them in confusion, "What school? I don't get this."

Leon sighs, "It's our neighbouring school. They're all rich kids like us but delinquents—."

"But so are we?" I arch an eyebrow.

Leon laughs, "We don't have criminal records. They do," he runs a hand through his hair, "Once a month, students from one school go to the other and when they do there is nothing but chaos."

"Last month, we went to their academy," Yves mutters, "And when I say there was a fight every minute, I mean it."

"Where are they?" Yves glances at Leon, "The annoying rats who call themselves my friends."

"They're all in the Lounge," Leon murmurs, "I don't think they realise what's happening outside."

"Adrianna?" I murmur, "She has no clue about this shit."

Yves laughs, for the time in ever, "She should be the person you should be least worried about," he shakes his head before quickly running down the stairs, followed by us.