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"I MADE SOMETHING EXTREMELY STUPID." I embarrassedly confessed to Annick, who was on the other end of the phone line. She was quiet for a moment, but then asked me what had happened "Did you cross the line with Hilbert? Or did you drink more than you should?" She asked mockingly "Much worse than that." I said apprehensively "Tell me, Genevieve!" She sounded impatient "I doubt it's that worrying" "I kissed Descamps" I whispered so low it was unheard "What?" Annick asked me to repeat "I kissed Descamps" I confessed a little louder, and quickly the phone call went silent, and I swore she had hung up. "You what?" I had to remove the phone from my ear, as her voice sounded loud and full of astonishment. "I don't know what came into my mind. I had been drinking, then I saw Andre kissing another stupid girl and Descamps was next to me mocking me. I said that Andre and I weren't dating and that there was no problem, but inside I was fuming, and then I-" "Breathe, Viv." Annick cut me off, probably not being able to process everything I was saying at the same time. "I told him I could kiss other boys as well and he doubt me, so without thinking I gave him a quick peck." I admitted, calmer "And what did he do?" Even though she was still shocked, Annick seemed more understandable. "He stood there, I don't think he believed I had done that. I don't even believe it myself!" I said full of regret "But I didn't give him time to do anything, I just ran back home." She laughed a little at what I had done "Don't laugh!" I groaned irritated, and she just replied with a low sorry. "What am I going to do now?" I grunt louder. "I didn't say goodbye to Andre, and I'm sure he only invited me because he wanted to get into my pants. I'm a little disappointed in him, actually, he seemed so sweet" I sighed sadly "You can talk to him on Monday, or just ignore him" Annick tried to comfort me "But we need to think about Descamps, you have to do Mr. Marcelin's work with him, right?" She asked uncertainly, making me snort. "I have! And the worse, he will come to my house this afternoon, Annick. I am screwed!" "Just pretend nothing happened, if you don't mention it I think he won't be an idiot and mention. Maybe he's just as shocked as you are." She had a point. "Just pretend you were really drunk and don't remember." "It's a good idea. What would I do without you?" I spoke dramatically making my friend laugh. "I have to go now, good luck!" And so, she hung up, leaving me alone immersed in my regret due to my actions.
THE CLOCK MARKED THREE O'CLOCK, which meant I was supposed to meet the last person I wanted at the bakery. In fact, I think I would rather meet the devil than Descamps at the moment. I analyzed myself one last time in the mirror. The weather was colder than usual, so I wore pants and a pink woolen blouse. Putting on my flats, I headed towards the door of the house.
Amazement crossed my face as I opened the door and saw Descamps standing there, ready to ring the bell. He was wearing black pants, the same color as his leather jacket. In his hand, he held a brown briefcase. And his hair was slightly messy. He was breathtaking. His expression was as amazed as mine. But he tried to hide it, unlike me, who stared at him for an unnecessary time, as if I couldn't believe he was right there. He cleared his throat, trying to snap me out of my trance. Embarrassed, I blinked a few times, and moved, signaling for him to enter the hall. My flushed cheeks didn't hide my nervousness, but I tried to ignore the feeling that dominated my chest. "Your house is big" He muttered blankly, a little hypnotized as he analyzed the layout and size of my house, probably noticing that I had a wealthy family. "How did you find out where I lived?" I asked, impressed, I hadn't mentioned it to him. "I asked the postman, it's not very difficult to find the mayor's house." I just agreed, looking at my feet. It was so silly the way I couldn't hide my shame. If I had to be an actress, I would starve, because I couldn't do the only thing I should do, pretend that nothing had happened.
