𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘 | 𝙅𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙝 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙨

3: boy, why you so obsessed with me?

Me and Simone walked down to the cafeteria, only us two. Annick needed to do something and Michèle was obviously down at the deans office. I didn't mind Simone - I thought she was a very nice girl. 

"Do you think Michèle will be okay?" She asked me, and I shrugged. Honestly, now knowing that her uncle was the dean, I wouldn't expect her to get into much trouble. Must be nice to have that advantage, in a way. "I think she'll be fine." 

We were soon sat at a table in the cafeteria as conversation buzzed around the air, all of the girls split over two tables. We were only enough to fit 2 tables, and the cafeteria definitely had more than 15 tables, all filled with boys. 

I sat next to Annick, and Simone sat alone until Michèle arrived, looking slightly disheartened. "How did it go?" The brown-haired girl asked, looking a tad bit hopeful. Michèle just sighed; That didn't seem good.

"I just got told off for being troublesome and told I shouldn't get into trouble, and so did Laubrac." Ah well, could've been worse.

What could've been better was this food though - the mashed potatoes that weren't really mashed, the oily sausage that had definitely seen better days... Did the school not have enough money in their budget for edible food?

"Is it true that you're Bellanger's niece?" Annick asked curiously as she looked up from her plate of mashed potatoes and sausages. Michèle just nodded, picking at her own plate of mash. Honestly, it must be kind of nice to have your uncle be the dean...

Pichon came walking with a basket of fresh, warm bread in his hands, and I was about to ask to him for one piece before someone pushed him into our table.

"I'm so sorry Annick!-" He stammered, placing the bread over on his own table before turning back to her. "Do you want my lunch?" He offered. Gosh, poor boy... I wondered if it always had been like that for him. The cafeteria roared with laughter at the sight though, and it didn't take an idiot to see and hear that Descamps was quite amused at the sight. 

I tut and give Pichon one of my paper napkins to wipe the mashed potatoes off of his hand, waving him off. "No worries, she can have my plate, I haven't touched it." 

I exchange our lunches, scowling and glaring over at the 4-eyed idiot sitting on the other table. Was he a sadist? "It's that jerk that should've offered his lunch." Michèle yelled, obviously directing it to Descamps. The whole cafeteria fires up again, and his smile falters ever so slightly. 

"Does Bellanger's niece have a little problem?" Descamps retorts, his smile back as new. His brain is really working overtime for these comebacks. "What did you even tell him? 'Laubrac is innocent, it's Descamps who's the bad guy!'" He mocks, his friends laughing and boosting his ego along the way. "The dean's niece and the bastard, a fairytale love story."

It's obvious that Michèle's getting more nervous by his words, but hopefully she doesn't let it get into her head. He was just a bully, and it was dumb to listen to a word that spewed out of his retched mouth. I know, because I've had to listen to his dumbass my whole life. 

Fuck keeping my mouth, I can't stand this bastard anymore. 

I clear my voice and look him in the eye, raising a brow. "What was even on that note, Descamps?" I incited, keeping my head held high. "Must've been very important if you had to pass it around to every boy in the class."