𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 || Joseph Descamps

26 - [𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍]

AFTER a long school day, I stood in front of the door to the detention room. The hallway was empty, the usual chatter and laughter replaced by an eerie silence. With a heavy sigh, I reached for the doorknob, knowing that my evening was far from over.

As I stepped inside, the harsh fluorescent lights flickered to life, casting a cold glow over the room. Rows of empty desks lined the walls, each one a silent witness to a student's transgression. I took a seat at the desk near the front, the hard wood chair creaking slightly under my weight.

The sound echoed in the empty room, a reminder of my solitude. Leaning back, I closed my eyes for a moment, thinking about this morning, when I was interrupted by a sudden voice by the door. I jumped in my seat, my heart racing.

Startled, I opened my eyes to see who had entered the room. Descamps stood with his bag in his right hand. "Why so early?" he asked, his voice echoing in the quiet room. Descamps stood with his bag in his right hand.

The afternoon light streamed in through the window, casting a soft glow over the otherwise dimly lit space. His question hung in the air, a gentle inquiry in the midst of the hushed stillness. As I glanced at the clock on the wall, I realized that I had indeed arrived earlier than usual.

"Had nothing to do." I replied. Descamps nodded understandingly, his own eyes betraying a hint of weariness. He took the seat next to me and threw his bag on the desk.

"Can't you sit somewhere else?" I asked him annoyed. "I'm comfortable here, thanks." His voice sounding serious.

His hands were intertwined on the desk, as my gaze landed on them. A few veins followed through his hand, from his wrist to his fingers. His nails were clean and cut shortly.

Monsieur Douillard walked into the classroom and watched both of us with an annoyed look. He didn't want to spend his afternoon here either. I could be studying for the test tomorrow at home but no, I must sit here with this stupid motherfucker.

"I'll be honest with the both of you..." he didn't let go of his bag and stood by the door. "I'm not crazy enough to waste my free time with two dumbasses so I'm leaving you here."

I got excited for a second, but my excitement cooled down as I heard the next words coming out of his mouth.

"Behave yourself. I'll lock the door till six pm. Monsieur Bellanger leaves at that time, and he'll open the door for you to go home." I stood there with my mouth open. But my eyes didn't miss the way Descamps smirked. Please God what sins have I committed.

JOSEPH'S POV

I couldn't help but smirk at her shocked face. Me and her. All alone. In this classroom. I was getting ideas but tried to shrug them off by trying to think of something else. The door closed behind Douillard and silence filled the room.

I stood up to open a window when Claire interrupted me. "Descamps- what are you doing? Are you going to escape through the window?"

Her assumptions were too funny to not laugh at. I gave her a look and pulled out my cigarettes and a lighter. She nodded as if she understood what I was going to do without saying it out loud.

Claire also stood up and dusted her skirt off before making her way to my side. I leaned my body on the windowsill and watched her. Her slim fingers pulled on the hairband in her hair. The brunette hairs fell on her shoulders and her little bangs now covered her greenish eyes.

I caught myself watching her for too long and switched my gaze back to my cigarette. I tipped the ash out the window and blew another smoke out my mouth.

This time her eyes were watching me. I felt her gaze on my eyepatch. Maybe she liked it way more than I thought.

"Like what you see?" I joked but was surprised when I saw her blushing and trying to cover her face up.