From unknown to unknown- Mixte 1963

Chapter 15- Family Matters

Idyllic. That would be the best word to describe how Edith felt. It didn't show on her face, she wouldn't allow Descamps to mock her from smiling like an idiot. But it showed in her heart fluttering, her palm sweating, her eyes roaming and her lips biting. School had restarted and she was spending more and more time with him, to the point that Descamps seemed more important than the books and then school. But she understood that she couldn't allow that to happen, that would be foolish.

So, she distanced herself, and let him spend more time with his friends doing what boys did, which she had no idea what it could be. Well, she had a rough idea, but they couldn't do that all the time.

By now, it had become normal for them to be seen together. Rumors went by fast and when she confirmed to Michèle and Simone, who were horrified, everybody turned their interest somewhere else. Rumors were fun, but when it became normal, nobody cared anymore. The only one who seemed to be still dubious was Annick. Something about something being pity and too bad. 

Edith didn't like the frequent stare Annick shot her whenever she entered school with Descamps or left with him. Of course, the teachers were not informed. Normally, the students would have mentioned this to the Dean already, but none had. Edith didn't know if it was because they were scared of Descamps, or they couldn't give less of a f-.

Today, she and Descamps had planned to go to his home and study. That was what she had in mind, but she knew his thoughts couldn't be that pure. He had proposed this plan a week ago, which appeared like a trap in her mind. Why Wednesday, and not Tuesday? He wouldn't tell.

"Edith, for God's sake-"

"I don't believe in divinities," she hurriedly said. They were passing the gates and were careful not to hold hands or be too close. The Dean wasn't always there but today, exceptionally he was departing earlier than usual.

"You don't need to to walk faster, " he pointed out. When the Dean was at an appropriate distance, he took her hand and pulled her toward his house. "Come on. "

Edith didn't understand the rush. But, as always, she couldn't make him let go and was forced to sprint just to be able to catch up, which is an exaggeration. "Stop, stop! "

Descamps turned around abruptly as if asking why. Edith violently shook her hand free and made sure her bag would no longer be falling off her shoulder before asking the question for the millionth time, knowing she would get the same answer. "Why do we have to hurry up? "

"You'll know when we get there." He flashed a smile and took her bag. " I have a gift for you. "Edith squinted her eyes, unsure if he was telling the truth. What gift could have taken a week of planning? It better be a good gift because now she was getting excited. She ran the rest of the way, which means she ran for 10 seconds before walking fast because her cardio could not handle more than that. It made Descamps laugh, making her glare at him, as she tried to catch her breath.

When they finally arrived at his house, he opened the door and quite literally pushed her inside. He locked the door and dropped the bags on the floor before pulling her in for a long, deep, and unusually sloppy kiss.

Edith couldn't breathe; she didn't have any breath left when they entered and Descamps made no sign of ending this demonstration of love anytime soon. He brought her closer, and closer still. He brushed her hair, tilted her head, and drove deeper in. He backed her into the wall, put his knee in between her legs, and still embraced her feverishly.