Oh God, how I hate him | JOSEPH DESCAMPS

9-Jerk it, I guess?

As we all stand a whole outside of the gate(blocking it),people having to shuffle past us.Arguments ensue.

"It's just not right, I won't get punished for Dupin, Joseph and Vergoux's doings!" A boy, known as Antoine(I think anyways) begins in a harsh tone.

Pichon then turns to Annick, an apologetic look upon his face.
"I tried everything I could."

Annick just struts off- love that for her- not even sparing anyone a second glance. This time Laubrac speaks up.

"I work the farm on Thursdays." He begins, clearly annoyed, "This is all Applebaum's fault." He finishes the sentence as if a statement that we all have to agree with(leaving no room for discussion.)

"It's not my fault." Applebaum argues, his voice quiet though.

"I thought you were deaf now." Laubrac snaps back quick.

I burst out laughing as do some other people. But then suddenly anger hits me- what if I had a model job on that Thursday? Oh hell no.

"Detention after school, every Thursday? What if I have a model job that day huh? Actually you all who beat off to me should realise how fucking idiotic it was!" I begin, my Voice silvery. "Now look what's happening to us all, just because a few of you had to get a wank off to my Magazine! Why did yous have to get a nut bust, cant you just imagine at home or something!?Seriously, during school hours too?? It's so disgusting I can't even begin!" I finish, my tone hard and angered.  Mid way through my speech I did the jerking off hand gesture. I caught Michèle's confused gaze. Oops.

Laubrac just mutters an agreement as he walks off, everyone awkward due to the tension. Michèle follows behind him. I turn giving everyone a dirty glare as I storm off too, walking towards my bike. My hair flowing freely in the wind. I hear a few murmurs of,
"Well we're fucked now." and some "God she's crazy when mad."
I just shake my head in disgust, I look over and see some creepy old man talking to Annick. She looked upset. I hear him shout something to her, clearly enraging her as she walks on towards our bikes.

"You okay? Who is he?" I speak, quiet as if taming some sort of animal.

"I'm fine, he's just some weirdo, goodbye Enikő." Annick smiles at me. I just stand still, waving as she cycles off.

Now skipping, my bicycle being dragged along by me, I see something. Well not something, but more of someone. There is Simone, making out with Jean Pierre, Michèle's older brother. Does Michèle know about this? Well either way I'm not one to snitch. I stare at them, walking past, God, good on Simone. I never imagined she'd be getting it from him, but here we are.

Shit. Simone breaks apart, she looks at me, instantly getting up, she quickly says something to Jean then runs over to me.

"Enikő, Enikő please. Don't tell Michèle." Simone begs, grasping my arm.

"Girl I won't. But you do know you'll have to tell her yourself sometime, right?" I answer, my tone soft as I raised a brow.

"Yes yes, I know. I've been looking for the right time." Simone speaks nervously.

"Okay, oh, and Simone?" I call out to her as she walks back towards Jean. She spins around.
"Never knew you had it in you!" I laugh as Simone just grins at me.

As I continue my trek home, I just smirk to myself, I loved finding out gossip. I was surprisingly good at holding secrets too. Finally making it home, I rush in. Then remember, right, my parents aren't going to be here tonight as they had some ball to attend. Bored, I think to myself. Why not practice dancing? My footsteps hitting the steps as I rush up the stairs. Making my way into my room, I slam my bag down, and open my walk in closet. I grab a white satin dress. Slipping it on, I grin in the mirror. Once again, I rush down the stairs, making my way to my spacious spare room. Putting my vinyl record of choice into the record player.