Next day
I've been tossing and turning all night, constantly thinking if I should give Decamps "the benefit of the doubt" and tell him what he did.
And now I can't shake that feeling of nervousness and excitement at the thought of spending the afternoon with a certain teachers' pet. In his goddam room. I've never been in a boy's room...
It shouldn't surprise me the fact that I haven't been thinking about the kiss itself, though if someone told me earlier this summer that Decamps want to kiss me badly I would have turned red like a tomato and my knees would've started buckling. But, things change.
I try to calm my nerves as Michelle, Simone and I make our way to the Magnan's house. My cousin and her best friend are talking about their project, I should be thinking about mine but my head just keeps getting distracted, daydreaming about a certain pair of big green eyes. My dearly beloved hormones, can you fucking stop?!
Once we arrive, Michelle tells me to wait for Jean-Pierre with them in the dinning room, "we don't want him getting all whiny because someone entered his room without his permission" she said.
About 20 minutes go by when someone enters the house, we all turn to look who it is. Jean-Pierre swiftly looks at his sister before turning to gaze at Simone, but his eyes just stay there for a bit before turning to look at me. Our gazes lock and the world seems to stop. A meteorite could crash on us and I still wouldn't be able to look away, and I think, or perhaps hope, that it's the same for him. But apparently my cousin clearing her throat can break the moment, so after chatting with his sister and my cousin for a bit we make our way to his room.
It's like a dark color pallet, wine red, dark blue, forest green... messy but pretty. The smell of cigarettes, old books and clean sheets fills my lungs and there's another faint smell, something more personal, his smell. I kinda like it- wait! No! No I don't!
"Sit on the bed if you want, I'll grab a chair" he does seem uncomfortable having me here. In fact, he's acting quite serious, and for some reason that worries me. I don't want to lose the dynamic we have being creating all these months.
An hour goes by, and I decide that it's time to take a break. "Jean-Pierre let's stop for a few minutes, it's not good for the brain to be working nonstop", he clearly wants to argue, like he normally would, but holds himself back in time before saying something. He gets up and gets closer to the bed, where I am sat on, my hearts skips, is he...?
But he just opens the bedside table's drawer and grabs a pack of cigarettes, picks one, lights it up and in silence offers me one. I shake my head "I'm not a big fan of cigarettes, thank you... I'm healthy, not like you teacher's pet" I crack a joke, hoping to get one of his usual snarky comments back, but he just nods and goes up to the window to crack it open, I stay sat on the bed, deceived at my failed attempt to get his old self back.
I can't take this anymore.
"Is it because of what I asked you about you and my cousin?", he stays silent whilst looking out the window, so I continue, "Tell me what's going between you and my cousin".
Suddenly, he turns around, I can't read his expression, "Only if you tell me what's going between you and Decamps" he dryly adds taking a long paused drag of his cigarette.
Wait, did he... did he see us? And does he sound jealous?
The smoke slowly gets out of his nostrils, giving his already scary face a more intimidating look, I try to think about something else"Don't change the subject!", he scoffs and takes another drag, "I asked you first, so answer me. What's going on between you and my cousin?!" I go to the edge of the bed, getting off of it to stand there to glare at him, my arms crossed, hopefully, looking just as intimidating as him.
He quickly moves closer till his face is only a few inches away from mine, one of his hand is in his pocket while the other lays on his side holding the cigarette between two of his long fingers, I don't move an inch, not wanting to have him thinking that he intimidates me, even if he bloody does.
I lift my face, so our eyes lock, my chest grazes his with every heavy breath we take in.
I know we both look furious. I can feel his heart beating just as hard as mine.
Silence fills the room as I wait for him to answer, but he does something unexpected, he tilts his head a bit to the side and gets it even closer to mine till our heavy breaths combine in one. He is close enough for me to almost feel his lips, but away enough for them not to touch. I'm so focused in the tiny space between our mouths, that it takes a few seconds to register the awaited answer.
"We kissed"
And I just stand there, in pure shock, as he bitterly smiles.
"Don't look so surprised, after all, you were making out with that douchebag yesterday... and you seemed quite into it" his smile changes in a grimace of anger and disgust as he takes another long drag. My world is spinning like the wisps of smoke from his cigarette.
I'm going to slap him, to yell at him, to burn his perfectly ordered Latin book collection till it's noting more but ashes, though instead, I find myself whispering "You saw us?".
His face seems to soften, maybe thinking that he was too brute with me. Before he has a chance to answer, I ask him "It was more than one, was it?", no longer focusing my attention to the fact that he saw us but to the fact that he kissed my cousin.
His face so dull I can barely read any emotion on it "Yes", and I want to cry, I want to shout at him, at my cousin, at Decamps, at the boys at our school, at our tutor. But mostly, I want to shout at myself.
Why does this keep happening to me?
I sit down on the edge of the bed, feeling my heart, that took me so long to repair, break down into a million pieces. Again.
Why are you doing this to yourself, Victoria? Why again?
I try to portray a blank face, but he seems to look straight through it, he always seems to do so.
"Look, I admit that I was the one to kiss her first, but the next two times, the only other times, she was the one who started them, it was after school and during the winter break, I just-" he sighs "I just want you to know that they don't m-", I can no longer bear this.
I'm normally not like this but, something possesses me.
I rapidly get up from bed, stand on my tiptoes, grab his face with my burning hands and do what I've wanting to do for longer than I would like to admit, I close the gap between us.
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MERRY CHRISTMAS MY BELOVED READERS ❤️🎄
Well, for many of you Christmas may already be over, but here in Spain we still have the 3 wise men day! 😆
Anyway, I hope y'all have a wonderful time, I hope you have a great new years' eve and a great start next year! (don't worry I'll try to update as soon as possible)
Btw, have you all been enjoying the book so far ?(please someone answer or I'll look stupid)
Ok, bye <3
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Too attracted to you (Jean-Pierre x oc)(Mixte 1963)
Novela Juvenil"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...
