Author: Guys I know this is not just a English song, but idc, Kali has relaxing vibes, and this chapter is nothing too much so yeah.
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While Vittoria stayed in the nurse's office, under the obligation of the nurse, Descamps returned to the gym, right the moment their class was leaving.
He ran over to his friends with a little smirk on his face when he suddenly noticed someone who seemed to have lost his glasses and laughed at him, knowing full well what happened to them and where they were.
His little laugh seemed to have attracted someone else's eyes, who sighed and got closer to the one-eyed boy.
"Descamps! Give him his glasses back." Pichon said, while looking at the boy in front of him, who was now looking at him with a mean face.
"Got a problem, Pichon?" Descamps asked, while looking at him with a challenging face, knowing well that the boy was harmless.
"Stop messing with him." Henri continued, not seeming to want to back up from the taller boy this time.
"Why should I? He hurt Vittoria; I don't care what you say." The taller boy continued, making the smaller boy a little confused by his sudden interest for the sweet girl.
"What do you care about her? You even pranked her not too long ago," Pichon asked.
"She could have a concussion, that's all," Descamps said, trying to convince more himself than the other boy.
"Well, it was a mistake; he even apologized." Pichon continued, trying to convince the boy to do the right thing.
"I don't care that he apologizes," Descamps continued, not seeming to want to change his mind. "Give me one reason why I should give that idiot his glasses back, uh?" the boy continued.
"Do you want to be class leader? You could make a good impression on Vittoria; you know, she's a smart girl; she may like a smart boy," Pichon responded, trying to convince the other boy.
"Are you calling me stupid, Pichon?" The taller one said, getting closer to the other boy, trying to intimidate him. "But you know what? I'm listening," he continued, now with a smirk on his face, making the smaller boy sigh in relief.
Pichon put a hand in his trousers' pocket and found the piece of paper in which there was the answer to their teacher's question. He looked at the other boy, and before giving him the paper, he put his hand forward, like he was waiting for something.
