Next day
Last night, Simone explained everything that happened after the incident.
A part of me was relieved, thinking that Jean-Pierre will no longer be a burden in my way to not disappoint my parents with my grades, but the other part of me, which is really tiny, like very, very tiny it doesn't even exist, is worried about him, I know he's a hard worker who also depends on academic validation.
Simone is now ... warming up I guess? For her P.E class. Thanks to the Holly spirit that 3rd years don't have that class, it's not that I'm lazy, I'm just not athletic. At all.
The tea mug warms my hand as I quickly scan my Latin book. I would say I'm quite a "genius" when it comes to biology and math, but I'm a bit of a mess with languages, specially with Latin. From what I heard, Jean-Pierre seems to be the opposite.
Wait, why am I thinking about him this early in the morning? About that annoyingly tall, broad, sharp, good l- teacher's pet.
Simone and I get out from our house, and we start heading to school. "Wait" Simone puts a hand on my shoulder, "I promised Michelle we would walk to school together", "Alright, will she care if I come along too?" I ask, since we have barely spoken, I don't know if she'll be comfortable. "Don't be silly, she'll love that you are coming with us, she won't stop nagging me about how lucky I am to have a cousin like you" we both laugh and make our may to her house.
"Stop fidgeting with your skirt it will only make you more anxious" Simone fell this morning while warming up, and she won't stop complaining about it,"Sorry Vic".
The back door of Michelle's house opens, only that it's not her who comes out, it's Jean-Pierre.
He stops for a second, surprised, he diverts his eyes from me to Simone various times before he composes himself and starts walking. My cousin looks at him with starry eyes "Good luck on the trial Jean-Pierre, I'm rooting for you" she lifts her fists as if trying to hype him up. But he just looks us both for a fraction of a second and then walks by. Rude. Michelle comes out and the three of us make our way to school.
First class: Latin. Great.
We all take our seats as Mr. Douillard starts talking "Alright gentlemen" Hello? "Pay attention please. Today we are choosing the class delegate" Seems interesting "As you all know, he will have more obligations, but he will have a few extra points on the subject of his choosing" I'm definitely interested.
"So, who will it be?". As expected, from everyone apparently since no one doesn't even attempt to raise their hand, Jean-Pierre and I raise our hand.
"Mr Magnan as you know you would be the student of my choosing but this year you cannot be the delegate, and I believe you know why" he looks so disappointed with his old crusty face furrowed, as if Jean-Pierre was his only lifesaver in the middle of the ocean and now he will drown with no one to rescue him. "But sir-" "No objection Mr Magnan, remember what's going on today" he raises his eyebrows, making his wrinkles more visible.
I stand up"Sir, I've been raising my hand since your student of preference is no longer an option and I would very much like-" but our tutor interrupts me "Mr Allard thank you for offering yourself as the student delegate" I turn around seeing Allard with his arm raised ,"Ms Giralt you can sit down, I will not change my decision". Speechless, I do as he says.
Allard is one of Jean-Pierre's best friends, through the corner of my eyes, I see him and Allard exchanging looks of compliance. Allard will be the puppet and Jean-Pierre will pull the strings from the dark since he seems to need to have the control of everything apparently, even if doesn't benefit him in any way.
I will not give up so easily.
The last class of the morning ends and I quickly get up, feeling the need of getting as far as possible from the annoying devil in suit by my side.
We all go down the stairs and I hear Jean-Pierre laughing with his damn deep voice.
"Hey smartass! You mad? Sorry about that, but you know that's how life works little girl" My cheeks turn red at his last two words, I'm mad as hell. I understand that our tutor is old and maybe has no female references in his already too long life, but I will not consent having a 17-year-old tell me to stand aside.
I turn around, I go up a few steps to stand in front of him, I grab his tie, bring his face closer and say "If you ever disrespect me again like that, I will make you suffer, you hear me Jean-Pierre?" I am too furious to even use his pet name. He seems to have lost his words, as well as all the other people in the hallway who saw everything.
I will not allow him to play with me. Or no man whatsoever. Not again.
Break time ends, Michelle and Simone have P.E class and I have a math exam. I need to go to the bathroom, but the teacher's toilet, which is now also the girl's bathroom, is on the third floor and my class in on the first one, there's no time. So I have to take a very dangerous and disgusting decision.
I scan the patio, making sure that no one will see me entering the boys' bathroom, before I go in I see Decamps and his friends come out of it between silent giggles, he doesn't seem to see me as they all run back to the main building.
Once I finish I get out of the cubicle, but I hear someone flushing a toilet. Shit some is here. I stay inside. I much prefer getting a bit late to the exam than having someone snitch on me because I was in the boys' bathroom.
But they don't seem to get out, sounds like the door is locked. So I take my chance to get out, but I hear him yelling for help, wait, is that Jean-Pierre?
I see him looking at me through the half closed door "Hey Victoria! Get me out of here!" I look at him, he's seriously demanding me to do something for him after what happened?, so I decide to shoot my shot "You do know that I'll want something in return, right?" He lets out a groan "And an apology",he seems to be losing his patience, but I don't care as I stand there waiting for his response.
"Fine, I'm... sorry about earlier, now could you please get me out of here? you know I have the trial" I know that, but a simple apology is not enough for me "I still need that favor" I hear him curse under his breath, but I only manage to hear 'smartass' .
"Oh so you won't do it? Fine, I'll just get going to class, after all I'm already late for the ex-"
"Wait! Please! I'll do it!", I grin "Tell Allard to explain his decision to our tutor that he no longer wants to be the student delegate and have him recommend me instead" I know that it seems a bit twisted, but I already warned him about me getting revenge.
He stays silent for a second and let's out a heavy sigh, It's obvious he much rather be kicked in the balls than having to say this, but he understands the situation he is in "Ok, I'll talk to him so you can be the class delegate", I smile brightly "Good boy", I untie the knot and open the door for him.
He practically runs out, leaving me no time to register his heavily blushed cheeks.
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Teen Fiction"What is it, Decamps?", he sighs "Could you please call me by my name darling? And will fucking turn around?" He demands, and I do so because I want to see his expression at my words "Fuck off", his brows raise a bit and then they furrow, he probabl...
