𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 | ᵐⁱˣᵗᵉ ¹⁹⁶³

pretty face

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Recap-

You looked around at the hoard of boys surrounding your horrified, only seeing about six other female students in the crowd.

"Fuck me." You sighed out loud.

"Anytime" you heard from behind you, a few snickers and laughs echoing behind the comment.

You turned around now focused on the tall dirty blonde with glasses in-front of you, eyebrows knitted.
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"Excuse me?" you faltered, unbelieving.

The boy said nothing, but continued to crudely eye you up and down, earning more laughs from the group of students behind him.

He was about to speak when you suddenly felt a gentle grasp on your wrist; it was Simone.

"Don't mind him" she whispered towards you, pulling you away before you could object.

"Our first class is history, I just checked" Simone spoke.

You looked back, still distracted by the encounter you had just had.

"Come on, the bell's going to ring soon," Simone warned, You nodded absentmindedly.

"We have a class together?" you asked.

"Thankfully, yes" Simone answered, you both smiled in relief as you made your way towards the classroom.

"Madam Giraud" you read out loud as Simone left to grab seats for the both of you.

History class, you thought to yourself as you looked around at the classroom littered with books, writings, and images of important historical poets.

You quickly made your way towards Simone, taking a seat beside the genial girl.

You watched attentively as your future classmates began to trickle in lighting up when you saw two more girls walk in; 'pigtail girl,' you thought to yourself and a beautiful blonde.

Your enthusiasm was unfortunately short-lived as you noticed a familiar pair of glasses and frame come into view.

Just your luck.

The boy seemed to notice your stare and shot you a wink.

You looked away quickly, your eyes landing on a tall, stout, old, mean looking woman; Mrs. Giraud.

"What do you think you're doing?" Mrs.Giraud bellowed. The class focused their attention onto the blonde girl who sat in front of the class. She was sat next to a portly, sheepish looking boy.

"Where do you think you are Ms.Sabiani?" silence filled the room, "do you think sitting next to a man in my class is acceptable?" the women continued.

The blonde girl sprang to her feet, hurriedly packing her stuff.

"Sit down Sabiani" the woman huffed. "You, Pichon, last row, now." she ordered, catching everyone by surprise.

You heard the dirty blonde with glasses snicker, "Tough luck piggy" he teased as Pichon made his way towards the back of the class, almost tripping over the boy's foot.

You shot a disgusted glance at the boy, but he responded with a leering look.

"Silence Decamps" scolded Ms. Giraud.

The remainder of the class was uneventful and boring; you dreaded the minutes until latin class. You hoped it would go slightly better than history had.

"I'll see you at lunch, yeah?" Simone smiled sympathetically at you, catching onto your nervous aura.

"I wish you had Latin with me" you groaned.

"Rose you'll be fine. Besides, we have every other class together" she chuckled teasingly.

You agreed and begrudgingly made your way towards your next class, surprised to see a familiar face already in a seat.

"Can I sit here?" you timidly asked the girl in front of you; she nodded.

You sat down before turning to face the girl, "I'm Rose" you smiled.

"Michele" the girl responded.

Before you could respond a smart looking older man entered the room.

"Audiences Fortuna iuvat" a beat.

"Can anyone tell me what that means?" asked the man as he looked around the class beginning to write his name on the board; Mr. Douillard.

The class remained silent, except for the sound of bustling paper as you watched, whom you now knew to be Descamps, pass around a note. The teacher turned around, his eyes landing on the piece of paper now in the hands of a handsome, pale, curly-haired boy.

"Passing notes on the first day back?" asked the man, unamused.

"Very well, pass it here," he commanded.

The curly-headed boy handed the note to Mr. Douillard.

"Name?" asked the man sternly.

"It wasn't me" the boy defended.

"Very well, Mr. 'It wasn't me,'"Mr.Douillard mocked.

"My name is Laubrac sir" the boy admitted.

Mr.Douillard ignored the boy as he began to open the note before quickly closing and ripping the piece of paper.

"Mr. Laubrac, you're the boy from the orphanage, no?" Mr.Douillard spoke, casually cruel, earning looks of disbelief from the people around, including you.

"A son of a nobody who wants to graduate? How interesting," continued the old man. "I suppose no one taught you discipline at the orphanage. I, however, won't tolerate a bastard son interrupting my class. Dean's office, now."

In a moment of disbelief, you stood up, rising from your seat with an unexpected urgency. The air in the room hung heavy with tension as you cried out, "But he didn't do anything!"

Douillard's response was cutting, his tone dripping with condescension. "Didn't they teach you to raise your hand at the girls' institute, Ms. Rose?"

unwavering, you remained standing.

"I don't know how things worked in Paris, but here, Ms. Rose, you'll need much more than a pretty face to get by." The insult lingered in the air, leaving a bitter taste.

"Accompany your new friend to the dean's office, Mr.Bellanger will discipline you both accordingly."

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A/N:

Im so sorry for the inconsistent posting schedule :(

I swear im trying to write longer chapters! (failing miserably)

Also quick lil psa the characters in this fic don't have the same personalities or scenarios that they'd have in the series so please keep that in mind, again VERY LOOSELY based on the series.

um I might as well say it now there will be a love triangle including Laubrac but no romance with Jean-Pierre at all, him and Simone are endgame <33

Please like comment hate wtv id really appreciate it :p