Welcome to Voltaire high, a school for boy that will for the first time in history welcome girls! But Edith Petit hates it there, and so those Joseph Deschamps. Could they hate it together ? Image does not belong to me, nor does the story and the characters. Everything belongs to the creater, this is only me adding plot that I would have like to happen in the series. This was made on order of my dear friend, Sarra, who forced me to create it 'cause there are no fanfiction of the story, and it's a shame, so here y'all go.

❝ you wouldn't believe the kind of person i could become if you wanted it. ❞ ( 🌱 ) in which a 𝗼𝗻𝗲-𝗲𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝘆 takes pleasure in watching the new girl 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸. ❝ 𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘐'𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦 (𝘐 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶) 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 ❞ ' 𝗷𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗵 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗽𝘀 × 𝗼𝗰 ' 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹! au ' enemies to lovers trope

an enemies/rivals to lovers story What happens when you put girls in a school that was exclusively only for guys? Chaos, absolute chaos. #1 in josephdescamps ( joseph descamps x oc ) ── 𝐌𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟑/𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 theirperfume

Élodie Auclair is one of 12 girls starting at Voltaire High, the first Co-ed school in France in 1963. Élodie struggles to balance this new opportunity as she learns school is not only reading and homework. Descamps, the troubled boy in her class, challenges her patience yet piques her curiosity, in this story filled with with rivalries, angst and vulnerability.

„𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐤?" „𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚-" 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. In 1963 France, the all-boys school Joseph Descamps attends undergoes a major change, allowing girls to enroll for the first time. Among the new students is Claire Dupin, the sharp-witted sister of Jean Dupin. Joseph, the school's troublemaker, quickly butts heads with Claire, who isn't afraid to stand up to him. As they clash over everything from classwork to school rules, their rivalry masks a growing attraction. (Joseph Descamps)

The enormity of my desire disgusts me. Joseph Descamps. / Mixte 1963. ©ultrons.