Oh God, how I hate him | JOSEPH DESCAMPS

20- Paris?

"Your lips, my lips
Apocalypse."

School was such a bore. Well I didn't know if exactly this day would be. Walking towards the school gates made me sigh, slowing down as I inched closer and closer. My eyes casted downwards a bit, landing on the daisy chain worn on my wrist. I smiled slightly, the memories of yesterday crashing in. Hearing a voice call out my name, I look up.

"Hey Enikő! Come here!!" Ah, Vergoux. Facepalming internally,(cause you never know what the fuck he's going to want.) I walk towards him.

"Hey Vergoux." I nod as I turn my head to Dupin and Joseph. I look down at Joseph's wrist. The other half to my daisy chain on it. I feel my heart beat.

[DUPIN'S POV]

To be honest, this morning when I first noticed the chain on Joseph's wrist, I thought nothing of it. But now eyeing the exact same one held on Enikő's wrist. My eyes darted between them.

Matching bracelets.

Just why haven't they asked one another out yet? Do I have to play matchmaker all the time? It's all so stupid-

"Dupin!" A voice yells.

"Jesus Christ what's wrong?!" My head shoots up as I look around.

"Nothing, you just zoned out bro." Joseph laughs slightly, making me roll my eyes fed up already.

[ENIKŐ'S POV]

Laughing at the whole interaction between Joseph and Dupin, I focus my attention back on Vergoux as he raises his fist at them, clearing his throat.

"Anyway, Enikő would you be as kind as ever and sign my cast?" He questions me putting on some well, failed? British accent.

"Yes." I deadpan as I take the marker out of his hand, writing "Stop riding bikes- Enikő" followed by a heart, which earned me a big screaming rant. Most of it being fake rage- I hope.

Soon enough I lost all of my will to live chatting with Vergoux as he went into a deep talk about mangoes not tasting the same? And how it should be a political outrage. Nodding him off I bow to Dupin and Joseph as I spot Annick in the corner of my eye.

"Bye Dupin, bye Joseph, I like the chain." I smile slyly as I walk away, jumping at Annick, who in return, wasn't too happy to see me.

"Girl where did you go yesterday??"

"I skipped."

Annick let out a sigh as she shook her head, both of us on our way to home room.

"Enikő it's such a blessed opportunity for us to be in this school as girls, you shouldn't skip!"

Feeling scolded, and kind of nervous,I mutter an apology under my breath. Soon enough class begins. For once we don't do anything, just mess about. Vergoux goes around the room begging for signatures and ends up with a total of six only. The six stupid enough to sign his cast being Michèle, Simone, Ahmed, Lamaziere, Felbec and Applebaum.

When asking Pichon, he got a "Fuck off." in return, and when asking Annick a simple shake of the head. That had to hurt more than the fuck off. Oh and when he asked Madame Giraud(she's probably going through a divorce) she just gave him the most horrific offended stare ever, making everyone else silently giggle.

"You guys are all fake!" Vergoux dramatically announced as the bell rung and he hurried off to class- well attempted too, as the moment he stepped out of the door, a herd of seniors stampeded him.

"Oh my god, Charles!" Dupin screamed genuinely looking distraught.

Joseph stood beside Dupin, back to Vergoux on the floor as he wheezed into his hands. Playing it off as a scared cry. Everyone else was in too much shock to speak, getting trampled was kind of serious, but at this point Vergoux is almost certainly immortal or something like that, so we weren't really worried.