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chapter four . . . ! T H E R E D C A R D I G A N
IT WAS JUST after gym class and Marié still couldn't believe what she had done, especially without anyone noticing her. She had never done anything like that before. It felt like a thrilling risk, a rush! Marié wasn't fully educated or experienced in sex, she had always waited for Jean-Pierre to make the first move. She even tried to hint at it when Jean-Pierre's parents and Michèle weren't home. It would have been a perfect time.
Marié and Jean-Pierre had been making out in his bedroom with him lying on top of her. He only had on his undershirt and dress pants, having discarded his button-up in the corner of his room. Marié's dress was riding up and they both were sweating from the summer heat. His hands were running up and down her body while her arms were wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.
Marié had begun to trail her hand down his chest and towards the button of his pants. Jean-Pierre didn't comply with Marié's hint to take off his pants. Instead, he took her hand along with the other wrapped around his neck and pinned them both above her head. After that night, Marié had attempted to do the same thing a couple more times before giving up and letting Jean-Pierre say when he was ready.
He never did and Marié always felt that she was doing something wrong possibly while they had make-out sessions. She even tried talking to him about it but he would dodge the subject and make out with her instead. Sometimes he'll even say she needed to leave after she would ask, making up an excuse that his parents were almost home. She felt like it was her that was at fault and that thought always was present no matter how hard she pushed it down.
Marié was the last girl to go into the teacher's bathroom to change and when she walked out, everyone was already in the courtyard. As Marié began heading that way to join Annick, she suddenly heard her name being called from down the empty hall.
"Marié!"
Marié turned around and saw Pichon down the hall quickly walking towards her. "Pichon? What do you need?"
Pichon looked around them to make sure nobody was within ear-shot. "I need your advice". Marié nodded her head for Pichon to continue. "I don't think I can be the class leader"
Marié furrowed her eyebrows. "Why? Annick thinks you can be and you even have the right date. Is it because of Felbec?"
"I just — he wants it more than I do. He'd do a better job at being a class leader" Pichon explained, doubting his ability but Marié shook her head.
"Are you thinking of giving him the answer so he can be the class leader?" Marié questioned.
Pichon looked away nervously for a moment. "Not exactly". Marié didn't like where this was going. "Descamps stole Applebaum's glasses and won't stop bullying him. I was going to make an agreement and give him the date"
