˚ʚ♡ɞ˚Brooklyn baby..ʚ♡ɞ˚ A Joseph Descamps Fanfic.

𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 7 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

I sit on one of the benches outside while Michelle and Simone talk about Jean Pierre's hearing right next to me.
I put my book down staring up at the clouds in the sky.
I turn to look at Descamps who was also sitting on a bench
But he is busy chatting with his friends.
I glare at Descamps, I don't understand how someone could be so annoying and mean like him.
I turn to Michelle and Simone.

"Are you guys interested in being class leader? Well it probably doesn't even matter if you guys are interested or not since we are girls, Mrs Giaurd hates girls." I say looking down at my dark red painted nails.

"Well I don't even know the answer and you're right anyways, if I did know it wouldn't matter because of how old fashioned Mrs Giaurd is." Michelle says, looking at me with a frown.

I cross my legs and from the corner of my eye I see annick talking to pichon. It's probably about being class leader or something, even annick knows that Mrs Giaurd wouldn't let girls have any chance.

"I hope Jean Pierre doesn't get expelled... it would be such a shame if he did...he is certainly very handsome." Simone says, smiling as I roll my eyes and laugh while Michelle slaps her on the back playfully.

"I'm starting to think you're becoming obsessed with him, Simone." I say, giggling while Simone smiles and looks away.

Joseph's POV ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

I sit on the bench, zoning out until my friend, dupin says how the eye patch looks good on me, makes me look tough and how girls love that. I smile In response.

"Vincent auriol lost an eye." Charles says.

"Who gives a shit?" I say back.

"Just saying, he lost an eye and still became president." He spoke back.

I sigh and I look away and then I look back at Charles.

"Do you know how often I've heard that ever since I lost my eye? Everyday."

"My father, my mother, the grocer, the butcher, the neighbors..."

"The next one who mentions Auriol will get punched in the face."

"Didn't Vincent Auriol lose an eye?" I heard Applebaum say from a distance as I glare at him.

Back to Abeerah's POV ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

I sigh swinging my legs back and forth as I lean my back against the bench looking up at the sky.

I have gym after this. I hate gym.

From the corner of my eye I see Jean pierre running to the bathroom. I fiddle with my pigtails while I cross my legs.
I look over at Descamps again but this time I see him running to the bathroom too. He's up to something.. well when is he not?

Heyeyey!

This chapter is a bit shorter than the other ones.

Uhm I also fell asleep while making this chapter so I ended up finishing it at 4:12 AM! Loool