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chapter three . . . ! S E C R E T S U N V E I L E D
MARIÉ STILL COULDN'T fully process everything that had just happened. It all happened so fast that once she finally got to the nurse's office, it all caught up to her. Michèle was already there, changed into an oversized white shirt and trousers. She had asked Marié what happened when she arrived with Labruac behind her. She questioned why Marié walked back to the class instead of going with her and Madam Couret.
But all Marié did was smile and shook her head in reassurance. She gave the excuse that she told Descamps off and then walked back to the nurse's office. But that didn't stop Michèle from questioning the busted lip and becoming even more concerned for her friend. Marié looked over at Labrauc for help. The curly-haired boy could tell she didn't want to get into it and she was still pretty shaken up.
Michèle looked between the two confused. Then Marié told her she'd update her later on what happened before leaving Labrauc standing there to face Michèle on his own.
The dark-haired girl quickly walked to the lost and found and began digging up some clothes to wear. She was still absolutely freezing with the soaked dress on despite the outside and everywhere else in the school is warm and sunny. She quickly dug out a light blue long-sleeve button-up along with a pair of trousers that matched Michèle's.
She quickly went behind a curtain to change but before she did she stopped midway, seeing Labrauc and Michèle talking with each other. Michèle had a small blush on her cheeks and Labrauc seemed flushed at the closeness between them as he patched himself up. Marié smiled softly at them before completely shutting the curtain.
Once Marié was fully dressed in the button-up and trousers, she felt a lot more comfortable. The shirt was, of course, very oversized. The shirt went down to her mid-thigh and was very roomy. It could almost pass as a dress with her small figure. The trousers were a bit more fitting compared to the shirt.
Marié went over to one of the mirrors in the nurse's office and started to fix her now almost dried hair. She put her hair up into a ponytail and put on her Mary Jane heels. She looked at herself in the mirror and almost busted out laughing, it was certainly a look on her. She quite liked it.
Then her green eyes trailed down to her lip and her smile faded a bit. Marié lightly touched her busted lip and thought back to the feeling of the impact of Jean-Pierre's elbow. He didn't even look back to see if she was okay — she knew he probably didn't know it was her — but it still hurt her. He just continued to go at Descamps with rage in his eyes, nothing else at all.
She didn't know what she was thinking when she ran into the fight, she actually wasn't thinking at all. Marié just wanted it to stop and the only thing she could think of was attempting to stop it herself. She still wasn't very fond of Descamps, but she wondered if maybe she was a bit faster getting to the classroom Descamps could have avoided that punch. Just maybe.
