𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 || Joseph Descamps

23 - [𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐘]

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[𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕]

I was shocked by the words that came out of my mouth. Me and offering help?

Unimaginable.

Jean wouldn't stop bickering if he would hear about me helping someone voluntarily. But the moment he would see his sister in my arms, he would start getting all protective. God he would even think that I forced her to something.

Claire was quickly conscious again. Never thought she could handle this much alcohol. When I saw Belkacem's hands all over her, I felt my face burn and my hands balled up in a fist. He crossed the line, when he leaned in to kiss her. Thank God she backed up and put a distance between her and him.

Right after she ran away, my patience reached its end. I grabbed him by his collar and dragged him outside to not make a scene in front of everyone. He tried to get out of my grip, but in that moment all I saw was red.

"Let go! What the fuck?!" Belkacem's loud shouts annoyed me even more. "Man up and don't scream like a little girl in the middle of the street." I pushed him against the wall next to the entrance door of the Dupin's house. 

"What's your deal dude? Can't take your eyes off your best friends' sister?" I was surprised to hear such words coming out of his mouth. "You think she wants you? Man, just leave it before you get your heart broken." I actually tried to warn him, because Claire would never be with someone like him.

"What? You think she wants you? You think she would betray her brother like that and go out with you?" His voice began to annoy me. This whole conversation was such a waste of time. I could be dancing- fuck even kissing her right now.

"This is my last warning, d'accord?" Right when I turned around to leave, he pushed me, making me stumble and almost fall. He wanted it so much. I'll give him what he wants-

*CRACK*

The voice of his nose breaking and the feeling of my fist on his face was so good. I've never felt this relieved. I was born to fight. Well... Except for the fight with Jean-Pierre. He got me good that time.

"I hope you learned your lesson." I spit one last time on him and walk back to the party, looking around before entering to make sure that no one saw me beating up someone.

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My eyes searched for her but no luck. The last time I saw her, she ran away upstairs. Probably to her room.

All the time I spent at Jean's are finally going to pay off. Because I know exactly where she is. I run up the stairs and skip from Jean's room to hers. The letter C was hung on her door and a note with a sentence written on it.

Entry prohibited except for Jean.

Cute. An unexpected smile made its way to my face. Never thought that Claire Dupin could make me smile at such little things. My hand met the doorhandle, and I slowly turned it open. The smell of her parfum filled up my nose. Her dresses scattered everywhere on the floor and on the bed. The search for the perfect dress wasn't that easy I suppose.

The door closed behind me, and I saw her exhausted frame leaning against the balcony railing. The night wind blew through her styled brown hair. I realized that I had never seen such a beauty. She was even prettier than the girls on those magazines. She had thrown her heels on her bed and stood there barefoot.

Her eyes were closed and her hands gripping the railing so hard as if she was going to fall. I approached her silently and saw her eyes opening and smiling at me weakly. "Not quite enough I guess." I joked to ease the tension than hung in the air.

"You have to work on that Descamps." Her head went up to stare at the stars. My eyes followed hers to the sky. It was dark enough to see the single stars. "On last name basis again?"

"We never passed that stage- "

"You never called Jean-Pierre by his last name."

Silence filled in the whole room. Her eyes closed again as if she was thinking about how to answer. The longer she thought, the more anxious I got. "There are two of them. Can't call both Magnan, can I? I mean you aren't calling me and Jean by our last names either- "

"That's because I know you both. How long have you known Magnan? A month? Two?" I interrupted her immediately. Her always defending that boy is making me crazy. As if she-

No. No. No... She wouldn't, right?

"You like him, don't you?" I was watching her moves the whole time and the moment she heard me speak, her head turned to me instantly as if I revealed her biggest secret. Her eyes torn open, and she pushed herself of the railing, standing in front of me.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Simone still likes him. I wouldn't do something like that. And even if they broke off contact, I would never jump from one to another." She got all red from the rage pouring out of her. Her pointing finger poking me every two words while she was condemning me.

I grabbed her hand on my chest and pulled her into me. Her face close to my neck and her hot breath hit my jawline, as I stared down on her. "Why are you getting all worked up?" Her mouth opened to say something, but no words came out. It hangs open and my grip on her hand loosened slowly.

"What about you? Are you asking all these questions out of boredom or are perhaps jealous." She teased with the biggest smirk on her face and her face nearing itself to mine. "What if I am? Are you going to stop defending him?"

"No but I'll give you this as a little gift. "

It lasted only one second. Her lips on mine. It was a short peck. But it was enough for me to confirm that she didn't like Magnan. Her little smile lasted on her lips, our eyes not leaving the sights of our lips. "You came to my party without a gift? Such bad manners Jo- "

I silenced her scolds with a longer kiss.

Almost forgot how her lips felt on mine. How could I stop kissing her lips? I tasted the cherry lib balm, which she always uses.

We were too caught off that we didn't hear the footsteps on the hallway nearing. "Claire, are y-"

Shit.

Jean...

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