carpe diem ⊶ joseph descamps

10 | take my hands

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[ten]
the one where mrs. giraud is a pig
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Sadie immediately stood up, ignoring Descamps' whines for her to stay as she rushed towards Martine. The girl, typically smiling brightly with not a strand out of place, was pale as tears ran down her face uncontrollably. Her lips were pressed tight so no noise could come out, but her silence spoke louder than any sobs could.

"Woah, where's she going?" Dupin slurred, but she didn't even register it as she grabbed Martine's shoulders and stopped her in place.

"Hey, are you okay?" she asked, rubbing the blonde's shoulders.

Martine merely looked at her through watery eyelashes, before practically falling apart. She sunk her face into Sadie's shoulder as she weakly wrapped her arms around Sadie's waist, sobs heaving out of her.

"Okay, okay," Sadie said, wrapping her arms around her. She used one arm to give little scratches on Martine's back, before using the other to hold her head. "You're alright now, I'm here."

She could practically feel her heart break in her chest as Martine continued to cry, words unintelligible while she leaned as close to her as possible. She felt a bit of distress at their position and knew that if Martine was in her right mind, she would be absolutely mortified over the fact that she cried at school where she could be seen. Martine was usually a headstrong girl who didn't like to be vulnerable in front of people she didn't trust. To see her now, she wanted to do her best to protect the blonde.

Sadie looked around for a bit to see if anyone was watching. It was then that she made awkward eye contact with Descamps. His friends were still off in their own world, for which she was grateful, but she hoped to god that Descamps would keep his mouth shut.

Swallowing, she looked back at Martine when the girl started to pull away.

"Sorry," Martine mumbled, wiping her eyes roughly.

She immediately grabbed her wrists. "Hey, stop, it's fine. But you're gonna smudge your makeup—"

Sadie stopped when she looked at Martine's face and realized the girl no longer had any on, explaining her sudden paleness. Her eyes and lashes that were previously lined and lifted, were now clean and straight—something Martine Gomez would rather die than leave the house looking like.

"Marty..?" Sadie whispered, using one hand to stroke the girl's cheek as another tear streamed. The blonde's lower lip trembled, causing her to sigh.

Taking off her cardigan, she placed it around Martine's shoulders and guided her towards her moped.

"Come on, we're going to my house; I'll have Mama preheat the oven and prep the paint supplies," she reassured. "Hand me the keys, I'll drive us today."

Martine sniffled as she reached into her bag and obediently handed them over. As they sat on the bike, Sadie took off her beret and shoved it on Martine's instead, before grabbing her ribbon from earlier and quickly tying her hair back up.