She was a ballerina, wound as tight as the corset in her costumes. He was a hockey player determined to make a friend out of someone who didn't want any. She was willing to entertain the idea. But only because he wiggled his way past her defenses too quick for her to notice that he was already there.

When Rose Delaunay is forced to leave George Sand boarding school, leaving behind her friends and the only life she has ever known, to join Voltaire High, a mixed school, she's scared. But her fears and worries fade as soon as she learns that Jean Dupin, her childhood friend, will be there too. So she took this as an opportunity to make a fresh start. No more dramas, no more troubles. She'll leave behind the bad habits she got from Georges Sand, and will become again that nice and good girl her parents always wanted her to be. Someone will mess up everything, though. Joseph Descamps. He brings out the worst in her and he embodies everything she hates, besides being Jean's best friend, which makes him impossible for her to avoid. Descamps was a 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙧. Jean, on the other hand, was the perfect boy ; he was handsome, funny, smart, with a bright future ahead of him... the perfect match, everything she's always wanted... Right ? [JOSEPH DESCAMPS X OC] STARTED ON: January 2nd, 2024.

After DC told me I fit the qualifications of someone he'd murder, I never wanted to speak to him again. So I probably shouldn't have blamed him for something he didn't do, against someone he couldn't stand. It sort of cheesed him off... Okay, this is what happened: Patrick Graywake - high school basketball god - lost his diary. I - high school nobody with debilitating shyness - found said diary. Let's just say "circumstances" led me to publicizing the item in question for the entire high school to peruse. And when caught? ... Yeah, I might have accidentally blamed my next door neighbor, DC Birch. Who scares the pee out of me! So now DC thinks I owe him and he thinks I can repay him by singing in his band. And I think I have to because I'm about ninety-nine percent sure he'll kill me if I don't. Now I'm on the radar of an angry jock, a drummer with an anger management problem, a bitter ex-girlfriend, and a possible sociopath... Oh boy.