Oh God, how I hate him | JOSEPH DESCAMPS

19- Oh, Pretty Boy

"100 dollars for his haircut,
But a smile from God
And when he touches you, you'll wonder how
He keeps his hands so soft"

Laughing slightly, my shoulders shaking, my eyes tear up a little bit. As much as I hated to say it, Christian Dupin was funny. Jean must've gotten his humour from his brother. Grasping at the bottom of my red skirt, Annick just bobs her head along to Christian's words(Not finding humour in them.)From the corner of my now teary eye, I spot Joseph walking in early to class.I should follow him.

"Hey, I'm going to head in now real quick- I have something to do. See you sometime Christian. Annick I'll meet you before our next class." My voice comes out rushed as I gain a smile and nod from Annick and a smirk and wave from Christian.

My feet hit the ground quickly as I rounded the corner of the hallways. Joseph stood against the wall there. A look of sorrow on his face. The way his back felt up against the wall, his head downcast, unruly brown strands sticking out. His eyepatch now visible, a sign from a battle in his life. Joseph had his hands shoved deep in his pocket, as if fighting with the insides of them.

Finding courage in myself, I speak, making my tone soft with care.
"You okay?"

"What do you care?" Joseph's harsh voice scoffs back at me. His Adam apple making an appearance even more so.

[JOSEPH'S POV]

Shit. I didn't mean to sound like a bastard. I just don't know anymore. What even am I with her?

"Okay... Well, clearly you're mad at me so I'll give you your space."

Enikő looks at me. I stare back, the way her hair followed back behind her as she finally walked the other way. Her beautiful soft hands clenched in two fist motions as she walked away. I felt something. Something I can't explain.

[ENIKŐ'S POV]

Huffing as I met up with Annick in the hallway on our way to History. I didn't speak much. My voice felt gone. Stuck somewhere deep inside of me. The whole of class sickened me. I needed something- or more so someone.

[JOSEPH'S POV]

Sitting in the back corner of the History classroom. My eye wearily glanced around, landing on Enikő's face, who already was staring at me. It was a stand off. As if I stood there, a Turk in 1552 at the Siege of Eger, and she stood strong as a Hungarian. Our gazes held upon each other, my heart felt warm.

"You two are going to kill one another with all this tension." Dupin whistles out as he shakes his head.

A small laugh coming from Vergoux behind us, his casted arm which he earned an odd look from Giraud- and an even more disdained glare when she learned the story behind it. Although I could tell she wanted to laugh a bit, because how did Vergoux even manage that? We'll never know.

"Shut up." My voice comes out in a side whisper as I continue this battle with Enikő.

A loud clash of ringing entered earshot. Lunchtime now. The sound of screeching chairs were made as everyone scrambled to get away from Giraud. I left last.

[ENIKŐ'S POV]

Leaving class, I exchanged a smile and nod with Felbec, who in return got a teasing nudge from Applebaum. Annick had wanted to go off with Pichon, for whatever reason- I left them to it. Making my way to the back of the school, I'm met with Joseph.

"It's quiet here." I murmur as I sit beside him. Letting out a sound of appreciation as he lit my cigarette.

The small exhale of smoke could be heard and seen. Joseph's arm shaky. Maybe with adrenaline.