𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 || Joseph Descamps

05 - [𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍-𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄]

"ARE YOU OKAY CLAIRE?", Miss Couret asked me, while I was changing my wet clothes.

"Yeah just a little bit cold."

"Did anything happen when we were gone?", Michele asked me. She was wearing pants and was about to pull her shirt down.

"I don't want to say anything wrong... but your brother was pretty pissed. I don't know, if he did something to them...", I muttered while wearing my other dress, which I had in my bag.

"I think you girls should head back to class, I'll join you guys in a minute."

We made our way back to class and were met with a class, that was completely messed up. Broken chairs on the floors. The desks were pushed away and a hissing Descamps was laying on the ground.

My heart stopped beating for a second when i saw the blood dripping down from his right hand, which was holding his eye.

Pichon right next to us was holding his broken glasses in his hands, looking completely lost. Mr. Bellanger was crouched next to him on the floor trying to calm him down.

I turned to my left, looking at Michele, who was looking at a specific boy. Jean-Pierre. Our eyes followed from his face slowly down his body and our eyes widened when we saw the red fluid on his knuckles.

Out of nowhere, Mr. Bellanger started to shout at the whole class.

"Get out of my way! Descamps come on, we need to get you to the hospital.", before anyone could say anything he shouted again but even louder.

"Magnan and Dupin to my office right now! And wait for me there!", I looked at my brother and my confused face reflected on his.

"Not you Jean. I meant Claire", and he left with Descamps.

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Jean-Pierre's pacing, right to left, drove me crazy after waiting for twenty minutes. It made me even more nervous. My fingers never left my mouth, because of my dumb habbit. No matter what, whenever I get nervous I start to bite on my nails.

Michele's brother stood still and walked back to his seat infront of the desk. "Can you stop doing that, you're going to bleed everywhere."

I looked at my hands. I didn't even notice that my fingers where covered in blood. In my own blood.

My throat was all raspy when I wanted to speak: "What did you do to him?"

The tapping of my foot on the wooden floor quickened, while Jean-Pierre was thinking about, if he should tell me.

"Nothing. He just craved for some punches", my eyes widened and looked up at him. "So you made him loose his eye?!"

"As I said, if he didn't deserve it, I wouldn't have done it."

"But you will get expelled."

"Yeah, that's the only thing I'm worried about." His head fell down to stare at his hands. They were still covered in Descamps blood.

I got up to get a wet a towel from the sink behind the desk. He wanted to stand up for his sister, so might as well help him, as a thank you.

The wet towel in my hands was placed on his knuckles and I started whiping, trying to be gentle. He let out a hiss. "I'm so sorry, I'll try to be more gentle", but before I could wipe further, he grabbed the towel out of my hand and made me go back to my seat infront of him.

"I can do it myself, no worries."

I've never met someone behaving this cold to another person. What's his deal? What do all the boys from this fucking school have against me? First Descamps now Jean-Pierre...

Now that I think again, I regret not telling my brother the truth about what happened.

I didn't want his friendship with his bestfriend to come to an end because of some dumb prank. I'm so stupid...

Sounds of footsteps approached the room and we got up at the same time. Mr. Bellanger came in with a look that I was scared of.

He was boiling with anger. The completely reddened face gave it all away.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! BOTH OF YOU!", my body flinched because of his loud unexpected shouting.

Here we go again...