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 I was walking with Michelle and Simone

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I was walking with Michelle and Simone.
I decided to ditch that dickhead. He can find my place by himself.
Michelle and Simone walk to the butchers
We say our goodbyes and I walk to my manor.

I enter my manor as I close and lock the front door behind me. I put my coat on the hanger as I take off my shoes.

My mother has went to run an errand so I'm home alone for now.

I run upstairs to my bedroom and close all the curtains so I could change my clothes.

I change into a white silk tank top and a pair of black panties. I grab my book and I get on my bed, laying on my stomach.

I almost even forgot about the project. Right...the project.

I look out the window noticing how it's raining hard outside.

I shrug and I just continue to read my book. It was a good book. It's called "white nights" by Fydor Dostoevsky.

I continue to read until I hear the doorbell ring. I groan as I change into a pair of shorts so whoever just rung my doorbell doesn't have to see me in my panties.

I run downstairs and I open the door. Seeing Descamps drenched in rain with a scowl on his face.

"We were supposed to walk together." He says glaring daggers at me.

I scoff as I let him in, his footsteps leaving a trail of rain water and mud behind him.

"So this is your place?" Descamps says, looking impressed at how big and castle like it is.

"Um yeah?" I say, closing the door behind him.

"It's very...big." Descamps says while looking up at the ceiling.

I roll my eyes and I go upstairs to my room as Descamps follows me.

We enter my room and he takes in all the fancy furniture and decor.

"Spoiled." Descamps says, muttering under his breath as he looks down and I turn around to glare at him.

"Broke." I say back, looking at Descamps while he glowers at me.

I sit on my bed and he just stands there, looking at all my stuff and bookshelf's.

He scoffs when he sees the yearbook from our elementary school.

"You still keep this shit?, I threw mine out." Descamps says while rolling my eyes as he points at the yearbook sitting on my bookshelf.

"Yes I do still keep it and it's not shit." I say with crossed arms, frowning at Descamps as he grabs the yearbook and flips through the pages quickly.

"God I looked horrible.." Descamps says, looking at his picture in the yearbook while grimacing.

"Yeah you did and you still do by the way." I say as I give him a dirty look.

He turns around and stares at me angrily for a good 5 minutes then huffs and puts the yearbook aside.

"So are we gonna do this or what?" I say pointing at the book we are supposed to read for the stupid project I have to do with an even stupider guy.

"Yeah whatever." Descamps says as he sits on the bed, grabbing the book as he reads.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ TIMESKIP ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

We were reading the dumb book and I can't help but notice how Descamps keeps looking at me after every 5 seconds.

Ugh can't he mind his own business?!

"How long does it take to read a page?" I say to Descamps in a bothered tone as I stare at him.

"Sorry." Descamps says in a sarcastic tone as he looks back down at the book.

I scoff and I roll my eyes. That's what I thought.

Joseph's POV ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

It was late at night and I was reading the book that's assigned for the project.

I couldn't help but notice how gorgeous Abeerah looks. Hell, she looks gorgeous everyday. Shit no I can't be thinking about her like this. I hate her remember?

I can't keep my eyes off of her for some reason. She just looked so captivating in the moment.

"How long does it take to read a page?" She said while giving me her usual sulky face. I rolled my eyes and I just looked back at the book.

This is going to be a long night.

Back to Abeerah's POV! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Hours passed and we finally got the project done.

I was going downstairs leading Descamps to the front door.

"So where's my goodnight kiss?" Descamps says in a teasing tone while smirking.

I glare up at Descamps and I gently push him out the door causing him to smirk. "Get out." I say glaring at him before slamming the door shut.

So immature.

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