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"VICTOOORIAAA, WAKE UUUPP" my eyes flutter open at the feeling of Simone shaking me forcefully, oh man, I was having such a nice dream...
Today is our last day of the course and my last day in high school, I cannot even fathom the fact that school is over, that only in a few months I'll start university.
After the competition, Jean-Pierre and I got back to our usual bickering routine, it took us a little bit, sometimes the memory of our shared kiss fills the air with... something, uncomfortableness maybe? but we got through it.
Also, I sent a few letters to some universities in Paris to see if they could offer me a scholarship, at first my family tried to convince me to study medicine, since I wasn't doing anything related to economics like they wanted, but in the end I managed to convince them when a university with great prestige offered me a full scholarship in Paris to study psychology, what I originally wanted. It's a relatively new career and studying the brain seems so damn interesting that I want to start as soon as possible.
I get out of bed, Simone is already ready and urges me to go as fast as possible, it' mind-blowing to think that only a few moths ago she and I were hurriedly getting ready for the first day at school.
Many things have changed...
The day after the competition Decamps approached me and demanded for us to talk, I ignored him, though today, at the party, I'm planning to tell him everything, even if he already knows the reason of my disdain towards him, I'll confront him.
Since today is my last day at high school and I, quite obviously, love red, I decide to wear a red tartan plaid dress with a white shirt underneath it. I paired it with some black heeled loafers and pearl earrings.
Wow I actually look kinda pretty...
"Vic, you look beautiful" my cousin's voice draws my attention to her, she looks really pretty too, she's wearing a dark blue blouse, a white skirt and a white headband.
I curl my arm around hers as I pull both of us downstairs to have breakfast "We both look gorgeous my dear cousin".
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He's staring at me. Intensely.
The teacher hasn't arrived yet, I'm sat at the top of my table, chatting with two classmates, he's standing at the far end of the class with his friend group.
Somehow we keep stealing glances at each other and when one catches the other we rapidly divert our eyes back to the supposed conversations we're having.
Mr. Douillard enters the classroom and our last Latin class, finally, starts, and Jean-Pierre, of course, like always, so stop getting excited, sits beside me.
After the discovery of my sentiments towards him I haven't been a able to think properly anytime he's around,seriously, whenever I get an answer right and I turn face to look at him half competitively half jokingly and he looks right back, rolling his eyes with a smirk on his face, and my stupid, stupid heart decides it's time to do so gymnastics. Or that one time in biology class, where we where dissecting a frog in pairs and he, accidentally I suppose, grabbed the scalpel at the same time as me so we ended up grabbing hands weirdly with a knife between them, he then proceeded to let my hand go with a damn low, growly and super hot chuckle escaping his lips. I'm pretty sure he could hear my heart pounding against my ribs like some sort of war drum tribe call.
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Too attracted to you (Jean-Pierre x oc)(Mixte 1963)
Teen Fiction"What is it, Decamps?", he sighs "Could you please call me by my name darling? And will fucking turn around?" He demands, and I do so because I want to see his expression at my words "Fuck off", his brows raise a bit and then they furrow, he probabl...
