All Saints

Rumeurs de vengeance

The sky looked like something out the tempest, grey clouds churning in the midst of the blue sky. Of course it was a perfect cold day for a boring football match between scrawny boys. She sat on the bench where Annick and her shared her umbrella. Annick had volunteered to hold it allowing Dahlia to be able to read this match away.

The girls were speaking amongst themselves and she had a good hunch it was something to do with Jean Pierre.
Things grew quiet and Dahlia was thankful as she could now focus on her book more deeply. A shadow fell before her and before she can look up her book is pushed down from her face and into her lap. Her head tilted up to look at a scowling Michèle, her plaited hair dampened by the rain. "Why are you holding hands with my brother? Who do you think you are going behind your friends back with something like this?" Michèle's angry accusation drew Dahlia's soul from her body. She quickly got up letting her book drop on the muddy wet grass. Her loud voice had definitely caught on the attention of many even some of the players who looked across at us. "Who told you this?" Is all that she is able to say as she looks around for an answer. Michèle cheeks were red with anger as she let out a long breath, "why was it supposed to be a secret now? You're not even denying it." She was now shouting making it more evident that they were fighting. Michèle face bitter with betrayal. Simone pushed Michèle a few steps away, "calm down, who knows it may not be true," she whispered to her friend whilst creating distance, "right it's not true Dahlia?" Simone looks at Dahlia hoping for her approval. Dahlia couldn't think, "Who said this and why are you so quick to believe such?" Dahlia's words became equally harsh, hurt that she would even fall for something so barbaric. She had her fair share of bickering with girls before in boarding school and although she wasn't confrontational some situations forced her to speak the truth. "Why don't you go back to your chateau and keep your filthy hands away from my brother, what you thought that I would approve, well I suppose not because you did it behind my back!" Some one gasps in the background and Dahlia isn't able to handle the spotlight. She felt their curious glares bore into her body.  Dahlia still shocked turns to Annick, "who was it?" She nods towards a guilty looking boy with one eye who starts walking away quickly when he had realised they had found out. Dahlia snaps her head back to Michèle her wet hair whipping in the wind,  "I can't believe you would believe Descamps over your friend, it's not true you can ask your brother." She says giving her one last disgusted look before barging past the group huddled around them towards the boy.

She thought of what she would do it him but even that wasn't enough. He was walking quickly turning back looking at the raging girl who stalked him like a shadow. She gets close enough to be able to yank the back of his coat forcing him to stop and face the consequences of his actions, "Why would you do such a thing? Are you bored?" She erupted instantly. She was feeling so many emotions that tears built up in her eye. "I hate you." She stated smacking him in the chest. He cleared his throat and looked down at her with a sulking face, "Good."he felt proud of himself, he had finally got his revenge and she deserved every moment. It would all be nice if he didn't have this guilt pouring into him like poison. "Why Descamps?" She pleaded for an answer from him unable to understand what she had done to antagonise him. He gulped, "Revenge... should of thought of that before you called me cyclops. I said I'll get you and I have." He confessed, his reasons were childish which made her laugh almost. Her nostrils flared with impending anger, "Fun was it?" She hadn't realised how annoyed he was with her little joke, maybe she had been insensitive. Now they were both standing in the same cold puddle of guilt. "Very." He said smiling at her annoyance, that he had provoked. "Look now we're even, Beaufort." He said putting a hand out for her to shake as if this was some deal between two rival business men. "No you go back there and tell Michèle that you lied then we are even." She said with a forced smile. He almost snorted at her demand as if she was asking for her weight in gold, "As if, can't make me." He said looking back at the students at the fence, some of them watched them. He was like a rebellious, petulant child that she wanted to punch. More notably his friends were watching, she got on her tippy toes and held his cheek her lips close to his ear as she whispered her venom, "I have my ways don't under estimate me." She said with stern voice her hot breath meeting his skin. Her lip brushed the side of his cheek and he was too far gone in her trance to rebel. His heart raging in his chest making the blood flow to his face. He chuckled trying to hide his nervous shake in his breath, "what are you gonna do, seduce me?" He was now laughing like hyena she felt humiliated under this gaze. "I'll punch you." His laughter stopped and his eye widen before falling back to its usual scowl. "No you won't." He said sternly as if it was an order. Now the words were just slipping from her lips into the rain. Her fits clenched, "oh yes I will." His head turned to his friends again anxiously, he feared embarrassment. "Can you even reach?" He turns back to her all cocky, challenging her temper.  There was some awkward silence as she tried to see if she could physically go through with her threat despite his height.  "Worse, I'll kick you." She smiles smugly letting her eyes slip a glance to his crotch and back up at his face.

This is all it took for Joseph was marching back down to the field towards Michèle like an obedient soldier. The matter was put to rest but Descamps and Beaufort's interaction had brought some nosey people together whispering about them. "I'm sorry I accused you, I had no right." Michèle pleaded unable to look up from the concrete in shame. She put a comforting hand on her shoulder, "I accept your apology, what's done is done let's not speak about it again okay." She said smiling brightly despite the grey weather. Michèle nodded agreeing with her enthusiastically and they all went back into conversation moaning about the presentation. All but Simone who chewed on the inside of her lip nervously. Dahlia had notice, it wasn't hard for her to put two and two together in her head but she didn't want to jump to conclusions. She looked back at her soggy book mingling in a puddle of brown rusted water, there was no time to mourn her loss.