𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 || Joseph Descamps

08 - [𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃]

MY BACK LEANING ON the rock hard locker. My breathing much faster than normal. My heart pumping too fast for my liking.

Everything, because of this boy. His eyes stay on mine for a minute. I realize this is the first time we were making real eye contact since we met. The absent lightning in the locker room made it hard to see his brown eye.

No words left my mouth. I was waiting for him to speak up. He got closer to my ear and his hot breath met my neck. The hairs on my body stood up and a shiver went down my back.

„Your heart is beating really fast, i can hear it."

His whisper on my right ear was almost tickling. But I came back to my senses and pushed him away with all the force. „I warned to once, I won't do it again second time. Get off of me or you'll be blind on both your eyes!"

This made him back off a little.

„You have your entire life to be a jerk. Why not take a day off?" I made my way to the door, but before I could grab the handle of the door, I was pinned against it. Both my wrists pinned abow my head.

„Sometimes it's better to keep your litte mouth shut. You'll get in trouble if you not." Descamps warned. Unbelievable. Who does he think he is?!

„Remember when I asked for your advice? Me neither." The only thing he could do was scoff. „What do you want from me Descamps, you're really wasting my time."

„I saw you with that Magnan-boy. Guess my assumptions were on point." His smirk that he had, fell slowly as he was talking.

„So? Why does it concern you?" My wrists against the door were starting to hurt.

„Are you even listening? You and him? It's impossible!" He nearly spat in my face.

„Why you want to be in his place?" I asked as I tried to get out of his firm grip. His hands held them even tighter and his eyes darkened.

„You wish it would have been you, right? You are so jealous that you're behaving like this." I whisper against his chest. Our height-difference was perfect. I wasn't too short or too tall.

My bloodshot eyes met his again and I immediately saw his wound dripping blood. The stitches on his eyebrow had been torn open. My right hand got out of his grip and slowly inched closer to his face.

„Descamps..." It almost came out as a whisper. The blood was flowing across his face and ended by his chin. My touch on his eyebrow made twitch in his place.

His dark brown eyes were staring down at me, while I was to concentrated in stopping the bleeding.

„You'll bleed out. Come on, let's go to the infirmary." His firm hold on me loosened fully and he eventually let go. His tall figure was just standing there, without making any moves.

I grabbed his arm and dragged him after me. The infirmary wasn't that far away from the locker rooms. Every now and then I would look up to him for any emotions, but his cold face remained.

Our walk ended rather quickly and we stood in front of the door. Madam Bellanger wasn't inside.

„Let's just go back to the gym, I don't need any help." Descamps whined, while I tried to keep him there.

„No! You need to be patched up."

„She isn't here though."

„So? I'll do it." I opened the door and led him to the bed. His long legs dangled in the air and he leaned his hands on the bed.

I gathered everything together and brought them over to him. „Hold this." I gave him the cotton pads and he held them in his hand.

„First, I'm going to apply some alcohol on your cut then sew it, ok?" He just nodded and played with the cotton balls

My trembling fingers didn't help much, because I poked him a few times with my nails. „Ouch! Can't you be a littler more gentle. I already lost an eye. Don't want to loose anything else." His hand grabbed my wrist to stop me from doing anything.

„I'm sorry ok? Now let me finish this so we can go back to class." My body moved by itself and I was stood in between his legs. I didn't think much of it, but when he leaned closer to me, the smell of his cologne hit my nose.

He wasn't sweaty from the gym, because he wasn't allowed to do sports while being injured. He had a very nice and fresh Parfum.

His brown eyes avoided mine at all time. He even let his head fall down and stared at our legs. I grab his chin and pull his face up to meet mine.

„Look at me." His shocked face made me even happier. My bold moves had an affect on him. Well, let's keep this attitude then.

He was all patched up and I was putting the last bandaid on. His hand worked faster than mine and he tried to pull it away from me.

„I'll do it, just go."

„No, it's alright. I've already done the others ones."

„I don't want you to do it! Let go."

„Descamps!"

We both didn't realize that our faces were inches away from touching. Our noses bumping against each other. His breath lingered on my lipstick covered lips. His eyes wandered from my eyes, slowly, down to my lips. Mine also fixed on his lips. His spread legs were caging me, so that I couldn't move.

My hands rested on both his shoulders and his on his thighs. „Dupin..." His voice left me stiffened. He was inching even closer to my lips. Before it could get out of hand, the door swung open.

Our bodies jumped away from each other and our eyes were fixed on the person at the door.

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„Claire?... Descamps?..." whispered Simone quietly.