𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘 | 𝙅𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙝 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙨

2: half love, half regret

Now, if I told you that I was average at Latin, I'd be lying. 

I suck really badly, and it wasn't helping that our Latin teacher was an old man who was slightly misogynistic. 

The chalk screeching against the blackboard made me wince, and I sighed as I looked up at the board. It took me a few seconds, but when I could translate it in my head, my hand shot up in the air. The story of Horatius was one that I found somewhat interesting, and on one fateful day while I was bored, I learned it all. 

Though, it seemed like Mr. Douillard needed a new pair of lenses for his glasses. Could he not see me? It's not like I was being discreet... "Anyone who can tell me?" The old teacher asked, before sighing in disappointment.

Hello! I'm still here?!

Suddenly, the arse with four-eyes from before raised his hand up, and it was like those lenses brightened and started working again. "Monsieur Descamps?" He said, looking hopeful for an answer to his question.  

"I think Mademoiselle has her hand up." Descamps thoughtfully adds in, making the whole class roar in laughter. I scoff and roll my eyes, a little thankful for his intervention - At least Mr. Douillard will acknowledge me now. "Yes, quite so... Miss Moreau?" 

"The Romans welcome Horatius with joy and felicitations, and escort him to his home." I answer proudly, and earn a satisfactory nod from the old teacher. "The Romans 'cheer' Horatius. Can you conjugate the verb, 'ovare'?" He asks, and I hesitate. That was not something I learned while bored. 

I mumbled, not really knowing what to say. I didn't know the answer, and as stated before, I suck at Latin!

Luckily, Annick seemed to know, and Douillard has definitely learned his lesson. I sit myself down discreetly, still proud for being able to translate a sentence in Latin. Suddenly, I hear whispers from behind me. I look back to see Descamps scribbling something and passing it over to various boys who pass it on. We make eye-contact once more, and he smirks triumphally at me.

What the hell was he on?

It catches Douillard's attention behind those thick lenses he has on as it reaches a quiet-looking brown haired boy, making him divert from Annick. "Give that to me!" He tuts and reaches his hand out, snatching the note away from the boy. 

"Hm... Do you think this is funny?" Douillard says as he scans the contents of the paper. From where I was sitting, it was impossible to see what stood on the note. "It wasn't me." The boy replied softly, looking quite exasperated. 

I tore my gaze away from the scene in front of me and looked back at Descamps, only to find him acting unbothered and, frankly innocent. It was as if he had never even touched the paper in his life. Such a loser... Honestly, I don't get how a woman so kind could birth a son that was so evil. 

"That's what they all say. Your name?" The old teacher scoffs, folding the note back up and directing his eyes to the boy in front of him. "It wasn't me." The boy replies again, insistent. Douillard just huffs, obviously a bit irritated. "That's all you culprits can say. Okay then, Mr. It wasn't me-" 

"Laubrac," The boy cuts the old oaf off, sighing. "Alain Laubrac." 

"Alright- Wait, are you not the boy from foster care?" Hearing the question from Douillard's mouth made my eye twitch in anger. How could a teacher dare to humiliate a student like that, in front of their whole class no less?!

"An orphan trying to graduate? How amusing. Didn't they teach you basic discipline in the welfare system? I won't have that nonsense in my class, you can get out." Douillard says sternly, and before Laubrac could have one step, a sudden voice shouts;

"It wasn't his fault!" 

I knew that it was Michèle - I could tell by her voice. I turned back, letting my eyes go from the furious blonde girl to Descamps. He was the real culprit here, and he'd just get away with framing another for his wrongdoings. I didn't want to cause anymore attention to myself though, so I kept my lips shut for now.

I knew his mother, and I'm definitely going home and telling my own mother about this whole ordeal. Joseph Descamps, you're dying by my hands one day. 

"Miss Magnan, did they not teach you to raise your hand in the girls school? Or do you think you can get a free pass just because you're the dean's niece?!" A wave of gasps was heard in the class, and I couldn't help but react myself. That was... a discovery.

You could see on the blonde girls face that she didn't expect the comment, and Douillard just smiled in victory. "You can follow your 'friend' to your uncle's office, where he will give you both detention."

- Second chapter is out!!! 

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- Anyways, filler chapter so it's a bit shorter than the first chapter teehee HOW ARE YALL FEELING BOUT IT??? Please please please please comment your thoughtssss