𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 || Joseph Descamps

28 - [𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄]

„YOU know you never told me about you and Descamps' relationship." Michele has been bugging me since first grade. I was about to throw hands at her. But she's one of my best friends, so can't do much.

„We never had anything going on til last week." I confessed, not daring to look at anyone.

„Well, I want to know every detail, right now!" she leaned back on the stairs that we were sitting on and bit into her sandwich.

Unfortunately, I forgot to pack anything because I didn't want to be late for school. So I just gazed at the view infront of me while talking to her.

„I'll tell you everything when we meet up sometime, but where's Simone?" I hadn't seen that girl since like second grade.

„Oh she went to the toilet. I guess she ate something bad. She wasn't feeling well the whole time."

Poor girl. What could have been bad that she ate? She barely even eats anything at school. I had a bad feeling.

„Oh look, your lover boy is coming. I better vanish." I winked my eye at her while grabbing my back to run into the school.

Where could she be? Wait. We only have one bathroom for the girls. Dumb Claire.

So I ran up to the door and opened it, trying not to make much noise. The whole floor was empty. Everyone was outside taking a break.

I pushed open the door to the restroom, the fluorescent lights flickering slightly above. The sound of retching immediately assaulted my ears, echoing off the tiled walls. Concern furrowed my brow as I stepped further inside, my eyes scanning the stalls until they settled on a pair of familiar shoes peeking out from beneath one of the doors.

"Simone?" I called gently, my voice tinged with worry.

There was a moment of silence, broken only by a weak, trembling sigh. The stall door creaked open slowly, revealing Simone's pale, drawn face. She leaned heavily against the frame, her eyes glassy and rimmed with red. My heart sank at the sight of her in such a state.

"Claire," Simone croaked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't want anyone to see me like this."

I stepped forward without hesitation, wrapping a supportive arm around Simone's shoulders. "It's okay, Simone. Let's get you cleaned up."

I guided her to the sink, watching as she splashed cold water on her face and rinsed her mouth. The harsh bathroom light did nothing to hide the dark circles under her eyes or the way her hands trembled as she reached for a paper towel.

"What's going on, Simone?" I asked softly, my concern deepening. "Are you sick?"

Simone hesitated, her eyes darting away from mine. She took a deep breath, as if steeling herself for what she was about to say. "Claire, there's something I need to tell you," she began, her voice wavering. "I'm pregnant."

The words hung in the air between us, heavy and charged with emotion. My mind raced, trying to process what she had just revealed. "Pregnant?" I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper. "By Jean-Pierre?"

Simone nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "I didn't know how to tell you," she admitted, her voice breaking. "I didn't want you to think less of me."

I pulled her into a tight hug, feeling her shudder against me as she fought back sobs. "Oh, Simone," I murmured, my heart aching for her. "I'm here for you, no matter what. We'll figure this out together."

She clung to me, her tears soaking into my shoulder. As I held her, I felt a surge of protectiveness and determination. Simone might be facing a difficult road ahead, but she wouldn't have to walk it alone.