Today is the football match between teachers and students. I try to stay excited but the thought of spending the tomorrow's afternoon at Jean-Pierre's house makes me nervous as fuck, at least Simone is going too since her project partner is Michelle.
It's raining, many seem mad about it, fortunately, I've always loved the rain.
For now, the teacher's seem to be loosing the match and I'm having the time of my life seeing Mr Douillard loose.
Rosé is by my side and I tried not to pay attention to the way she blushed when I interlocked my arm with her because of the cold.
But, of course, something interrupts this fun time. A large skinny hand makes it's way to my shoulder, I turn around only to find that it's Decamps, I'm about to ask him "politely" to go away but he says "Victoria I need to talk to you... please".
I forgot what it's like to have him close, but something inside of me hasn't forgotten what it was like this summer. "Okay" I mutter.
He takes me to an empty class.
"What do you want Decamps?".
He kisses me.
"Before you slap me for that, please let me talk" I do want to slap him, very badly, but for some reason my hand doesn't respond as my brain is to focused thinking about how his warm lips felt on mine.
He adjusts his eyepatch, is it just me or does he look hotter with it?
Wait. No. Stop it Victoria. Remember why you hate him.
"I don't know what I did for you to slap and then ignore me, but I don't care. I miss you little mermaid and I know you miss me too" a devilish smile grows on him at his last words and my heart clenches, remembering how he used to call me that.
"I don't".
"But I don't understand! Everything was going so well between us and all of the sudden you go away" he seems genuinely confused and mad as if he was completely innocent and I just hate him for nothing, oh boy you have NO right to be mad.
His face gets serious and suddenly he takes a step towards me and I step back but that doesn't stop him as he corners me in the wall, resting his hands on either side of my head. My cheeks are burning but I don't know if it's because of anger or something else.
His face gets closer to mine and my breath hitches as his lips kiss my right cheek. I should stop him, it's the right thing to do, but he didn't lie, a very small part of me, a part that I've been wishing for it to disappear, had missed him for while and that part is getting control of me rapidly.
My hands slide from his torso to his shoulder and I meet my lips with his.
My heart beats fast as our lips move in sync.
How did I forget how good he is at this?
His hands slide down from the wall to grab my hips tightly and pull me closer to him. My hand involuntarily slides to pull his soft hair, he groans as his tongue enters my mouth.
I know I couldn't trust you, I never have and now I never will.
I push him off of me "Stop, this is not right". I quickly walk away, wanting to get as far as I could from him.
And for some reason I am worried thinking about what a certain green eyed guy might think if he saw this. Would he be jealous? Well, I don't know if it matters anymore, after what may have happened with Simone...
On the distance I hear Descamps shouting "What did I do?!".
Does he seriously not know? Or is just another one of his schemes?
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Hiiiii
Some of you wanted to me to publish "today" but I suppose because of the different time frames from me it's already tomorrow so I didn't get time to see tour comments to publish yesterday....
Sorry <3
Anyways I hope you enjoyed this so far 😘
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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...
