𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 || Joseph Descamps

14 - [𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒]

MICHELE AND MY STEPS ECHO through the hallways. The heels I chose this morning weren't a good pick. I could already feel the blisters building on my feet.

Silence. That was all that can be heard inside the classroom. Silence, and the occasional thud of a pencil hitting a wooden desk. I and Michele stared at one another, trying to communicate without words about Simone's state.

„Michelle..." she called out hesitantly from her seat, watching Michelle's shoulder move as she wrote on a piece of paper. "Aren't we going to talk this out?" I asked as Simone gave me hopeful look, the both of us flinching in surprise as Michele's chair screeched against the wooden floor.

The paper she wrote on was handed to me as Michelle remained quiet. „Claire, give this to her." She said as I glanced between the two of them. My lips formed into a pout as Michelle continued to ignore Simone. „Michelle...." Simone whined as I started eating the apple she gave me. "Don't pretend I'm not here. Don't ignore me."

A scoff escaped the blond girls lips as she turned to Simone with a scolding glare. "Don't mind me. I'm just preparing myself for the other lies you'll tell us." Michele taunted while I choked on the apple I was nibbling on.

"That... that was..." Simone stuttered trying to explain when Michele clapped her hands together, a sarcastic smirk on her face. "Oh, even better. Why don't you go make out with my brother right now?" Michele suggested with a crazy look in her eyes making even me inch away in fear. What would she do when she heard about our kiss?...

"I'm sorry." The girl murmured, feeling all the guilt from everything that happened settle inside her chest. Michele gave a scathing laugh, crossing their arms over their chest. "What did you say? I didn't hear that." Michele asked while Simone dropped her gaze. "I said I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

She felt Michele's heavy stare over her head as another round of silence enveloped the room. I heard Michele move as she swiped the other fruit out of my hands and handed it over to her. "I'm still pissed. But I accept your apology." Michele said. "Now, eat this before Claire finishes it for you."

Taking the apple, she started to nibble on a piece while Michele took a seat on the chair beside me. "Tell me everything that happened and your relationship with my brother." Michele said as I silently listened to them.

She narrated in detail what happened, what she did, and what she was planning to do. All the time, cowering from Michele's stare as it grew colder and deadlier by the time she told us of the way Jean-Pierre started to treat her lately.

"So you're telling me..." Michele paused with an icy tone in her voice. „He broke up with you without telling you the reason?" She nodded. "And you were still willing to talk to him after all that? Scratch that, you almost had your first time with him!."

Biting her lip nervously, she glanced at Michele and me. "You fucking suicidal dumbass! You already slept with him?!." Michele gritted through a clenched jaw while I subconsciously started scooting away out of fear. "I'm going to kill you with my own two hands-" I cut them off by blocking myself in front of Simone, my arms spread wide to prevent Michele's fingers from reaching her throat.

"I said I'm sorry!" She whined, hiding behind me as Michele tried to push me away to get to her. "I won't do it again! I promise!" She said as Michele glared at her out of frustration before sighing. "Fine." She said, plopping back down on top of the chair with a frown.

"I'm surprised Jean-Pierre started things with you." Michele said as I nodded. „I mean he normally doesn't try younger girls..." I frowned at Michele's words and got caught up in my own thoughts. What about me? I mean he kissed me too! Even though it was rushed and unwillingly.

While I bit the inside of my cheek, dropping my gaze to the floor, Michele nudged my side and I jumped up. My eyes immediately turned to her and she looked at me with a questioning look. I shrugged her off and we continued our talk with Simone.

Michele and I shared awkward glances at each other. „I think it was enough torture for all of us." I reasoned out, scratching the back of my head nervously.

I sighed, a weak smile hanging on the corner of my lips as both of them agreed. "Well, you both have to promise me that we are going to tell us everything from now on." She murmured. „Everything?..." I asked, confused at her statement. „I'm in!" Simone automatically agreed. They both turned to me as I started chuckling. „Fine, we'll tell everything to each other."

„Promise?"

„Promise..." „Promise!" Simone and I call out.