I might edit the chapter later if I find some spelling mistakes or something.
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JEAN-PIERRE'S POV
We got a 9/10 in the project, according to our teacher, we didn't score a ten because we lacked team work. After Simone reminded us that we still needed to finish our project, Victoria approached me, visibly uncomfortable, and told me what part of the project she would be in charge of, the rest was for me to do. I wanted to object, to tell her that we need to work on this together for the sake of an excellent score, you just want to spend more time with her you dumbass, but before I could, Allard appeared with my beer taking the chance that Victoria was close to me to throw his arm around her shoulders, again. I swear to god one of this days I'm gonna fucking break his jaw...
Before I could say anything Victoria scurried away.
1 week later
Student-Teacher competition day
Rules:
-4 students per school (2 2nd year's, 2 3rd year's)
-2 subjects per student
-1 teacher per subject
Subjects: Maths, Biology, Latin and History.
Voltaire High students:
2nd years:
-Alain Laubrac: Latin and Biology
-Annick Sabiani: Maths and History
3rd years:
-Jean-Pierre Magnan: Latin and History
-Victoria Giralt: Maths and Biology
I have practically studied nothing. How could I?
My sister is not only mad at me but she also spreads infamous rumours about our family and keeps coming home late, day after day, so naturally, I am worried. People at school won't stop gossiping about what my dumb, nonchalant sister said and what's even worst is that cannot stop thinking about Victoria. It's strange, when we first met, she made my blood boil and I was almost hoping to be expelled for real so that I wouldn't have her annoying ass right beside me during all classes, but now the idea of her not talking to me ever again scares the shit out of me. And I don't know why... Yes you do you idiot. I try pushing any of those thoughts to the side and concentrate on the history book in front of me. It's currently 5am, I've been awake for more than an hour, studying Latin and History like crazy, praying so that the French Revolution will stick to my brain once and for all, but I keep getting distracted.
The kiss.
That goddamn short, quick, simple, wonderful, addicting kiss, that that freaking smartass gave me. I also try to keep those thoughts to the side. Today you'll have to spend the whole day with her, maybe you'll get an opportunity to talk to her.
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The second year's have already competed.
The rude blonde girl scored 2nd in History and 2nd in maths, and the boy scored 7th in Latin and 4th in biology. Mr Douillard scolds him like his life depended on it. Once our teacher is satisfied, Victoria goes up to the boy, Laubrac I think, and starts chatting with him, they are laughing, they seem close, my jaw tenses.
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