Warning: (no, it's not smut warning you dirty little bitches) this chapter might be a tiny bit "boring" but it's important for the plot so I advise you to read it.
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Telling Simone everything that happened this summer relieved so much pain from me I didn't even know I had.We hugged, cried and cursed the hell out of Decamps, when we finished it was already past midnight. We got inside our warm beds, the thick covers protecting us from the cold January night breeze, but that's not what kept me awake and shaking all night, it was the constant thought of knowing that I promised her to stay away from what might be the first person I have ever fallen in love with.
I'm already awake when the alarm clock rings, I turn it off before the annoying sound can give me even more of a headache. I gently wake up Simone and go to the bathroom to get changed. I barely put any attention to what I'm doing as I'm too tired and anxious. Groggily, I put on a dark green sweater and a grey skirt paired with some black shoes and a black headband.
Maybe I should call in sick today, and tomorrow, and for the whole year...
But not going to school would mean admitting that all what happened affects me and I don't dare give him that impression.
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Class starts and Jean-Pierre is still not here, Is he not coming because he wants to avoid me for what I did? That thought alone makes me want to cry, I don't want to lose him or the stressing but fun dynamic we have, it makes want to work harder- no, it makes me enjoy going to school.
My thoughts get interrupted by someone entering the class. It's him. Our tutor scolds him and tells him that if he moves just an inch he will make sure this time he gets a proper punishment for interrupting his class.
Jean-Pierre gingerly agrees to it.
When he sits down he doesn't even look at me, and when I get the chance to answer a question instead of him, he doesn't smirk or stare at me competitively like he used to. The class ends and just when I want to turn around to talk to him he gets up and follows Mr Douillard into the hallway. My heart clenches. Fine, if he wants to ignore what happened, I will too. Even if my soul is threatening to crumble.
The last class of the morning finally ends. Jean-Pierre, for the first time in the whole morning, turns to me, but before he has the chance to utter a sound, I get up and make my way outside the building. What if he's mad at me? What if he wants me to change seats? What if he hates me?...
When I get outside I immediately spot Michelle talking with a group of girls, but Simone is not with them, instead she is talking with two other guys, 3rd years. Strange.
"Simone? Why aren't you with Michelle and the others?", she looks at me awkwardly "She knows that Jean-Pierre kissed me", didn't you kiss him? he said you did, but I put that senseless thought to the side,"How?".
She dismisses herself to the guys she was talking to and pulls me to the side to explain it to me. Through the corner of my eye I see on one side Jean-Pierre staring intensely at us, as well as Decamps on another side.
"After you ran out of her house with Jean-Pierre trailing behind you, we got curious, so we started asking him all sorts of questions to get him to tell us what happened" she looks at me as if still hoping for me to give her an answer, but not forcing me to after I told her last night that I didn't want to talk about it. I stay silent, she catches the message, so she continues "He didn't answer any of our questions, instead he wouldn't stop asking me about you and Decamps... I didn't want him invading your privacy so I told him nothing" I let a sigh of relief, the last thing I need is for him to hate me even more for hooking up with the guy that impregnated my sister.
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Teen Fiction"What is it, Decamps?", he sighs "Could you please call me by my name darling? And will fucking turn around?" He demands, and I do so because I want to see his expression at my words "Fuck off", his brows raise a bit and then they furrow, he probabl...
