𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐮𝐱. Joseph.D

𝟐.𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘

CHAPTER 2.

WHEN THE SPEECH WAS OVER, everyone started heading towards their classroom.
As I walked into mine, the faint hum of whispered conversations filled the air.
The sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on the rows of desks neatly arranged in pairs. With a weather like this, I rather be outside than here.

Michèle and Simone sat beside each other, and I saw that Annick was seating next to the boy from earlier.
Pichon Harry ? Henri ? I think it was something like that.

I made my way towards the back, where two separated tables remained and sat down.
As I unpacked my bag, I couldn't help but glance around the others students in the room.
That's when I noticed that the bench boy was only one row in front of me, laughing and chatting with his friends, in an excessively noisy way.

Don't boys know how to be quiet sometimes ?

He must have felt my gaze on him, because he turned around and looked me in the eyes before making a little smirk.
I ignored him, I don't like being caught staring at people and I didn't want to give him any wrong ideas.

My little game of analyzing faces was cut short when the teacher entered the room. It was a dark-haired woman in her fifties, with a strict facial expression.

"SILENCE" Her firm voice echoed in the room, and silenced all chatter.
She grabbed a chalk and began to write her name on the green slate board.
"My name is Madame Giraud. With a D, like Discipline" she said, emphasizing the last sentence.

I think I'm starting to understand why Pichon isn't happy to have her.

As she turned to face us, her expression frowned, while looking at Annick.
"What's your name Mademoiselle ?"
The young woman stood up and cleared her throat before answering.
"Annick Sabiani, Madame."

"And where do you think you are Mademoiselle Sabiani ? Do you think it's appropriate for a young lady to sit next to a boy ? We're not in a maison close." 
I was shocked by such vile words. 

"Pick up your things" Annick was going to do as she was told, before being interrupted.
"Not you", the teacher said, before pointing her finger at Pichon. "Get up, and go sit in the last row"

Pichon protested, saying that he can't see anything if he's too far from the board, but Giraud didn't cared. and told him to be faster.

As he was walking towards the separated table next to me, the boy with glasses made him trip by putting his leg in the way.
"Bad luck cochon", he said before making pig noises and laughing with his friends.

He turned around and his gaze mets mine, but he was a little disappointed when he noticed that I didn't find his little joke funny.

What a mean boy, if I didn't liked the way he looked at me earlier, I sure don't like him at all now.
That's a shame though, because he was kind of attractive.

The rest of the hour with Madame Giraud went without any more troubles, and we were now in Latin class.
The teacher, was an old grumpy man and he was as nice as Madame Giraud.

"Now, who can tell me what this means ?" he asked, referring to a sentence in latin that he wrote on the board.
He glared around the class, but no one has the answer, except Annick, who was lifting her hand as high as possible. 
He was clearly ignoring her :"Well, no one ?"