˚ʚ♡ɞ˚His ultra violence...ʚ♡ɞ˚ A Joseph Descamps Fanfic.

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The speech ended and I walk with Simone and Michelle to our classes.

I didn't really pay attention to the speech that much I was just zoning out the whole entire time.

"Abeerah...that boy is staring at you.." Simone said, smiling as I turn my head to look at the boy but he already left. I roll my eyes and sigh.

"Ugh can boys just mind their own business?.." I say as Michelle and Simone giggle.

"No seriously, all this staring is making me feel like I'm a gazelle in a lions cave." I say rolling my eyes as I look up at the ceiling.

"One very pretty gazelle." Simone says, smiling.

A few seconds pass and Me, Michelle and Simone are in front of the classroom door. We smile at each other before we walk in.

Michelle and Simone sat next to each other and there is an empty seat at the front which is next to pichon, I walk over to the seat and I sit down, setting my stuff down.

The teacher looks at the class and introduces herself. "I am Mrs Giraud your teacher."  Mrs Giraud's gaze falls upon me as she speaks again. "What is your name Miss?" Mrs Giraud asks.

I stand up from my seat, preparing to introduce myself. "My name is Abeerah, Abeerah Baudelaire."

Mrs Giraud nods as she clears her throat. "Who do you think you are? Ms Baudelaire? You know it's not okay to sit next to a boy."

I raise my eyebrows, was this old hag being serious?

"Get your things." Mrs Giraud says and I nod as I grab my things.

"Not you. Him." Mrs Giraud says in a firm tone as she points at pichon and I sit back down as pichon walks to the back of the class.

"Not your day piggy?" I hear a boy say behind me, putting his feet out as he trips Pichon, snickering at him as every guy in the class erupts in laughter.

I sink in my seat, feeling weirded out by the cruel boy's behavior and presence, I get one quick glance at him and he looks very familiar...I quickly turn around and I just shrug it off.

Joseph's POV ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

I sat in class and I saw the new girls come in. But my eyes only looked at her. I swear she looked so familiar I just couldn't figure out why.

I definitely talked to her at one point. I saw her sit next to Pichon.  I hear her introduce herself, Abeerah Baudelaire...I heard that name before...

I snicker when I see Pichon having to move because of Mrs Giaurd's order I stick out my feet saying "Bad luck piggy." And he trips as the class laughs.

My mind still couldn't get over the fact that the girls name was Abeerah Baudelaire...that name sounds so familiar..

Then my brain finally worked and I realized.

No. It can't be her right? I hate her. She was so annoying..

I can't believe it was her. Little miss perfect in MY school?? I cross my arms as I glare at the back of her head. Why, out of all people she has to be here?

Back to Abeerah's POV ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

I pay attention to whatever Mrs Giaurd says until I feel someone's gaze, I turn around and I see a guy, glaring at me.

He looked so familiar...I knew him from somewhere...I just don't know where..

He scowls at me and I scoff. He reminds me of this boy back in fifth grade, Joseph Descamps was his name. They even look alike, like he's the older version of him. I turn back around and I slumped down in my chair with crossed arms.

After a long painful hour, class ends. I gather my stuff and I feel someone shove me with their shoulder. I scoff and I glare up at the person, the same boy who was glaring at me for like the rest of class, He just smirks at me.

"Oops didn't see you there." The boy said while he leaves and snickers with his friends.

I glare at him as I turn around to see Michelle and Simone behind me. "He seems like a jerk.." Michelle says and I nod in agreement.

"Yeah well, I guess we have to see more of that jerk in Latin." I say, rolling my eyes as I walk to Latin class with Michelle and Simone.

Hiii!!! Hope you guys enjoyed this part! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚