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

𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 12 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

I wake up from my sleep, hearing the birds chirp.
I smile and I get up from my bed.
I make my bed quickly then my smile fades when I realize I have school.
I quickly put a baby pink miniskirt, a lacy white tank top and a light pink cardigan over it.
I keep my hair down and I put on light makeup.
I grab my bag and I quickly feed Lady and I say my goodbyes to my mother.

I leave for school and I read the new book in my hand until I hear footsteps coming from behind.

I ignore them then I hear them get closer behind me, I turn around and I see Descamps. Hell no.

I walk faster, trying to avoid him but he caught up. Every time.

I can't take this anymore. "What do you want?" I turn around, glaring at Descamps.

He smirks in return. "Nothing. Just walking to school."

"Mhm sure.." I say, causing him to smirk even more.

I scoff and I continue to walk to school, the walk felt longer than usual.

We walked in silence until I feel Descamps grab me and I gasp.

"What are you doing you idiot?!" I say but before I could blink he grabs my bag and runs away laughing.

"Ugh!" I say in agitation as I run in my heels, chasing after Descamps.

"Give it back, dumbass!!" I say trying to match his pace. But he just laughs at me.

"You're going to have to beg for it Miss perfect!" He says in a mocking tone as he runs to the school gates.

I finally catch up to him at the school gates and I jump on his back, trying to get my bag back from that eyeless loser.

"Look Dupin, I have grown a parasite!"

I roll my eyes at Descamps words as I scramble to get my bag.

"You're crushing my loin." Descamps said.

"You don't even know where your loin is." I say rolling my eyes.

"Well wherever it is, you're crushing it." Descamps says back.

"Just give me my fucking bag back." I say.

"I think not." Descamps smirks.

After 10 minutes I finally manage to get my bag back from Descamps. I swear if I see one scratch on that bag, he's gonna get it.

I get off of his back and he rolls his eyes and scoffs. "You know I would've gave it to you if you asked politely?" Descamps says, glaring at me.

I scoff. "Sureee" I say with sarcasm dripping from my voice.

I leave to see Michelle and Simone and I sit with them. "Why do teenage boys have to be such jerks?" I say, looking at Descamps from afar and he meets my glare.

"You're not talking about Descamps, are you?" Michelle says.

"Who do you think? He's the literal definition of annoying." I say back.

"You were in class with him during the fifth grade, right?" Simone speaks up.

I turn to look at Simone. "Don't remind me. He was such a jerk back then, clearly he never changed."

"Well I might think he has a crush on yo-" Simone says but before she could say more I interrupt her immediately.

"As if! He's just a jerk and that's all he ever will be to me." I say, giving Simone a look to not say that ever again.

Me and Descamps? Yeah no. That would never happen.
 

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