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Reprimanded

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Recap

In a moment of disbelief, you stood up. Rising from your seat with an unexpected urgency.

The air in the room hung heavy with tension as you cried out, "But he didn't do anything!"

Douillard's response was cutting, his tone dripping with condescension. "Didn't they teach you to raise your hand at the girls' institute, Ms.Rose?"

unwavering, you remained standing.

"I don't know how things worked in Paris, but here, Ms. Rose, you'll need much more than a pretty face to get by."

The insult lingered in the air, leaving a bitter taste.

"Accompany your new friend to the dean's office, Mr. Bellanger will discipline you both accordingly."

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"You shouldn't have done that," the boy beside you spoke, his tone a mix of agitation and softness.

You stopped in your tracks, childishly scoffing at his remark. "Are you serious?"

The boy looked back at you, unamused, and continued walking toward the dean's office.

"I never asked you to defend me," he shrugged.

You stood there, baffled. He was right, of course. You had chosen to help, and it was wrong of you to expect something in return. Still, a thank you would've been nice.

You resumed your pace once the boy was out of sight, not wanting to walk silently beside him. You didn't want to admit it, but you were nervous. What if they expelled you?

Your heart raced as you approached Mr. Bellinger's office, your hand shaking slightly as you reached the door to knock. You were surprised when suddenly your face was in somebody's chest—Laubrac's chest.

With the boy's help, you found your footing, his arms steadying you after you managed to stumble into the door just as he was opening it.

You snapped back to reality when you heard someone clear their throat from behind you—Mr. Bellinger.

Quickly, you shot a sheepish and embarrassed "thank you" to the boy before shutting the door behind you and taking a seat in front of Mr. Bellinger.

"Ms. Rose, pleasure to meet you, although I wish it were under different circumstances," Mr. Bellinger spoke.

You smiled sheepishly. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Bellinger. I didn't mean to get a disciplinary. It's just—"

"Yes, I know. Laubrac told me," he interjected.

"I agree that it was not fair and a harsh reprimand, but it is not your place to intervene or decide if it is fair," Mr. Bellinger leveled, his fingers rubbing his temple as he sighed.

"Of course, I apologize," you answered meekly, though deep down, you weren't sorry. What Douillard did was wrong, but Mr. Bellinger seemed sweet and already burdened with enough problems, so you took pity on him.

"Good," Mr. Bellinger replied, relieved. "Unfortunately, I can't send you back without a reprimand. So, both you and Laubrac have detention today after school, one hour."

"Yes, sir," you responded.

"That is all," Mr. Bellinger smiled warmly at you. "You may go back to class."

You nodded curtly and made your way out of his office, noting that it was now third period. At least there would be no more Douillard until tomorrow.

Third period passed uneventfully—some familiar faces, some new ones, but nothing noteworthy.

As the bell rang and everyone hurried out of the classroom, you stayed back, intending to follow the crowd. You weren't exactly sure where the lunchroom was or how they did lunch here.

"I'm starving," whined a familiar voice from behind you.

You smiled, happy to see Simone again. "You won't believe my luck," you groaned.

Simone gave you a shocked look. "Already?" she whispered in disbelief and a bit of worry.

You nodded lazily, eager to tell Simone all about it over lunch.

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(A/N)
First update of 2024 LMFAO

Sorry I like cry my nights away so Ive had a pretty packed schedule 🙏

Anyway I'll try to update again this week and it'll be ALOT longer (lie)

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