carpe diem ⊶ joseph descamps

04 | too: much, deep, sensitive

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[four]
the aftermath
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Martine had been chatting up the boy she admired earlier in the morning, walking towards her moped, when Sadie had barreled towards her. The blonde had tried to motion for her to go away, but quickly stopped when Sadie gave her a certain look.

Sadie knew Martine wanted to strangle her, but she gave no complaint as she turned back to the boy who looked at the pair of them in confusion.

"I'm sorry, Dimitri, but I forgot that I have to take Sadie home today," she apologized, looking genuinely sorry at the interruption. Whether it was because of guilt or horniness, Sadie didn't want to know.

He laughed a little, thinking Martine was joking for a second, but when she didn't budge, he instead scoffed. "Seriously?"

"What do you mean 'seriously', I said I have to take my friend home," said Martine, suddenly looking a lot less sorry.

Dimitri scowled at her, before shrugging his shoulders with a cocky laugh. He scoffed, "Whatever, You're not that pretty anyway."

Jaw dropped, Martine shouted, "Excuse me?! Fuck you, Dupont!"

Sadie winced as the boy walked away and ignored Martine's wrath, making her only angrier. She then turned toward the blonde and apologized, "Sorry, Marty, I didn't mean to cockblock you so bad, I just really had to tell you something."

Martine turned toward Sadie with an incredulous look. "Are you kidding? You saved me a good week's worth of pining and a month's worth of emotional recovery—don't worry about it, baby," she said, jumping onto her moped and offering a hand for Sadie. "So what was so important that you had to tell me?"

"You're lying," Martine gasped, eyes widened at Sadie.

The girl merely shook her head, rubbing her hands together nervously. The pair had decided to hang out at Sadie's to debrief the girl's English lesson. Her mother had been home, baking to take a break from whatever project she was working on, and given them a fresh plate of macarons before they ran upstairs to Sadie's room. Sadie was currently swirling around on her desk chair and rambling, while Martine laid on the girls' bed, her headband thrown on top of Sadie's radio that played some new British song as she listened intently to the Descamps situation.