How could anyone be friends or even lovers with an incorrigible boy?
Havoc ensues in changing , revolutionary time in France as girls are herded into a school full of boys.
(Enemies to lovers)
(Joseph Descamps & OC)
Mixte 1963/Voltaire high.
He sat there in the bathtub soaking in his misery. He replayed the moment in his head from the misleading look in her eyes as she sat on one of the pew chairs to her refusal. When he ripped himself away from her to walk home glumly the raindrops fell painfully heavy on his skin. Descamps didn't believe her godly devotion one bit and thought it was an act of innocence. An excuse to lure boys in just to destroy them from within. She knew exactly what game she was playing with him, making his heart beat race and all sorts of things. She was some type of minx. The heat of the water wafted up in the air and covering the mirror over the sink with cloudy condensation. He thought about what he should do to punish her for her cruel act, curled up in the water.
She thought about her vulnerable confessions about her fears of growing up that night he carried her stuff home. Descamps had a feeling that the fear stemmed from not being able to recall her father in great detail as she does now when she grows old. He knew that she feared forgetting her father. His hand went crashing down in the water squashing the sympathy thoughts for her. Descamps drew all his focus in revenge. He was going to tell Michèle of what her so called friends are keeping behind her back. To kill two birds with one stone. He would surely destroy any trust between her and Dahlia and pull apart Jean-Pierre from his doll. It's what they deserved. He was doing Gods divine justice. God had planted this knowledge in his mind to use. Michèle and her charity case wouldn't stay a secret either. He had seen them gallivanting the streets hand in hand, they weren't exactly keeping a secret. He hated Michèle and her superior attitude, he wanted to destroy her confidence.
He decided that his schemes would start the very next morning where he will go down to Michèle'a father shop and tell him his news. Making Michèle sorrowful to see his handsome face again. However, he decided to give a phone call to Michèle first to let her know about her brother's love affair with her best friend and how everyone especially Dahlia knew but lied to keep this from her.
When the morning comes Descamps is ecstatic at breakfast talking to his mother with faint smile while his father reads the paper chipping into their morning discussion. He leaves the house leaving his eyepatch at home starting towards their shop. He recognises exactly Michèle's father behind the shop counter with a woman whom must be her mother. "I hear, that magnans likes to sleep with foreigners and thugs." He blurts out making the man look up from the till to his wife and potentially others who had heard. The woman began to scowl at Descamps who kept a calm composure, "you're the only thug here!" He raises his voice slightly to shake the boy. Thug though he couldn't disagree with this he wanted to laugh in their face but his news held more joy in store. "Oh no, the thug that is a foster kid, sleeping with your 15 year old daughter." The mother's mouth hung open in surprise and the look death paled the father's face. Her mother ran to the back of the stop leaving the man staring into Joseph frozen stagnant in time. With that he strolled out into the streets of France to go about his day peacefully. He started to whistle whilst he revelled in his self - proclaimed geniuses. Finally he felt like the puppeteer pulling his classmates strings along.
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