Too attracted to you (Jean-Pierre x oc)(Mixte 1963)

CHAPTER 8: first a wild fantasy then a fight

It only lasts a few seconds as I come to realize what I have done. His whole body is rigid, but he doesn't move away.

I quickly separate myself from him, and for a fraction of a second he seems to look disappointed, my heart is frenetic, a tingling feeling burns my hands, remembering how it felt to hold his face. We are both heavy breathing, he seems confused and amused at the same time.

"Vic..."

But I quickly grab my bag, get my shoes on, and run downstairs before he can finish. I move as fast as possible, wanting to get away from this embarrassing moment.

I just kissed my cousin's crush, I'm a monster.

Contradictory thoughts cross my mind, why can she kiss him but I can't?

I shove them to the side as I run into the Magnan's living room.

In my frenzy of emotions and my rush to get out of there, I completely ignore Jean-Pierre's words, calling me out, telling me to stay.

But most importantly, I leave my cousin there, forgetting that she'll have to return home, alone in the dark.

...

The warm water comforts me as I lay in the bathtub.

I can't help but notice that when Decamps kissed me, yes, it made me nervous at first, but I didn't pay much attention to it afterwards.

Now, an hour and a half later from my kiss with Jean-Pierre, I haven't been able to think about anything else. Everything about that kiss makes my heart flutter and my mind spin. When I think about how his sharp jaw felt on my hands and how he let out a small groan at the touch of my lips, a pulsating feeling grows down there and I badly, badly want him to solve it.

I imagine how his large hands would separate my knees, his lips would slowly pepper me from neck, down to my cleavage, stopping for a few seconds at my stomach till he reaches that point, where all the nerves concentrate, he would look up at me with those beautiful green eyes and with a hot devilish grin on his face he would lower his mouth till- "Victoria where are you?! We need to talk!" Simone shouts, snapping me out of my intense fantasy.

She's already home.

I feel hotter than the water I'm bathing in.

...

While I tie the belt of my bath robe, I enter the room I share with my cousin.

She sounded mad.

She's still dressed in street clothes, a poker face expression lies on her. "What is it, Simone?" Not wanting to already imply anything about the kiss, maybe she doesn't know and is mad about something else.

"Why did you leave so suddenly?" she slowly asks, before I can answer she reformulates the question "What happened that made you run as if your life was in the line and made Jean-Pierre's crotch... grow?"

My heart shrinks. I want to die. I've blushed a fair amount of times in my life, but I think this one is by far the worst.

I try to stay calm, "What did he tell you?".

She scoffs "Nothing!", it takes all my will power to not let out the biggest sigh of relief, though it doesn't work "Don't look so relived! You know I really like him how could you do this to me!" she looks genuinely sad, "What?, Simone I didn't kn-" but she interrupts me "oh don't give me that bullshit!", I just stand there, surprised, I've never seen her like this, that's exactly what you thought earlier this summer, right Victoria? About your sister.

"Victoria, you're one of the smartest person I know, so I can tell that you tied knots long ago, and that you already figured out ,long ago, how I feel about Jean-Pierre", she's not wrong, even if I didn't know for sure, I was still 99% certain that she really likes him, but still, I chose to ignore it. I've been focusing too much on that one percent, hoping that I was wrong.

The story seems to repeat itself.

Simone looks at me accusingly but sad "Your sister was right".

"What... she told you?" I'm genuinely hurt and scared at the same time.

"She was so right, I didn't want to believe it" she bitterly laughs as tears slowly start to show, "You.are.an.absolute.slut".

I slap her, not hard but, still...

Her eyes filled with regret and shock as she holds her cheek. I cover my mouth immediately, regretting a little what I just did.

I may be many things, I may make lots of mistakes, but falling for guys that people important to me have already fallen for is-not-my-fucking-fault. And I can't tolerate someone insulting me for doing something that I have no control of.

"Simone... I'm seriously sorry about everything...But you know nothing about what happened this summer,  nothing! " I'm crying "Everyone always blames me, they always rather hear who they think the victim is and never take into account that the other person might also be a victim... and I'm so damn tired of it"

Big tears roll down my cheeks as I quietly bring my hands to cover my face and sob.

Oh poor Claire, they always say, always looking at me as if I was an envious snake.

All of a sudden, I feel a pair of arms wrap around me, I hear my cousin also start crying as she tells me "Victoria... you're right, I'm so, so sorry, I don't know the whole story... A part of me is really mad, I guess it's because deep down I've always been a bit jealous of you".

"What? But Simone you're amazing" I really do think that my cousin is one of the best human beings in the world, she rolls her eyes jokingly "I know", we both laugh as more tears roll down our faces.

We stop hugging, but she still holds onto my hands as she continues speaking "What I'm trying to say is... you could get any man you want" I highly doubt that  "And for once I thought that I could get one. He even has accompanied me home!...  Well his sister told him to, but still!" She looks down, her face shows how far her feelings go "Victoria, I really like Jean-Pierre... do you think you could, I don't know, leave him for me?", she thinks I was just playing around with him. Was I? I don't think so.

I sigh "Sure", after all I'm sure next time he sees me he will be so uncomfortable that he'll beg one of our classmates to exchange seats with him, and that makes my heart hurt a bit.

A huge smile grows on Simone's face, at least she is happy again.

"Thank you, Vic, you're the absolute best".

I smile at her, but even I  notice how false it is, she doesn't seem to notice though as she is ecstatic at the thought of having Jean-Pierre all to herself.

I move aside, wanting to get in my pijama and go to sleep to get a break from all that has happened once and for all.

Simone has a different idea. She grabs my wrist.

"You say that I don't know anything about what happened, so please, tell me".

I try to think about some excuse, but I can't find any, maybe it's time to explain, now that someone finally wants to listen to me, and let go of all the pain that it's been causing me.

"Sit down, this is going to take a while".

And so, I explain everything that happened this summer.

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Edit: Sorry! I had to edit it, I was rereading it and I saw many mistakes so wanted to solve it for you guys, you deserve it, though i didn't change much (I'm an absolute perfectionist <3 )