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naomiswonderland · 5 months

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Désolé

A week had passed since Michéle’s brother had punched the boy who had played a joke on her. Of course she felt anger and embarrassment when water soaked up her entire school clothes but now that her brother was on the brim of getting expelled and her classmate had possibly lost an eye, she only felt utter guilt.

Her mind was clouded with all the possible outcomes that could come with her brother getting expelled. Would she even be able to keep staying at her new school? Would her parents also blame her? My god, Jean-Pierre will hate me forever! She thought when suddenly an arm wrapped around her shoulder.

“Morning!” Simones smile was brighter than ever that it could even make her feel a little better. “Morning Simone” Michéle replied but her voice came out different than she expected. “Oh my, are you still thinking about that dumb boy? It’s been a week, everyone’s already forgotten all about him.” She reassured her friend although it didn’t help much. “I’m not really concerned about him but more about my brother.” Michéle dragged her feet to school which she dreaded more than ever, her teachers and classmates all assume that she’s stuck up and gets a free pass because of her uncle now. Way to start off the new school year.

Can this get any worse? She thought to herself. “Don’t worry. I’ll always be by your side.” Michéle smiled, at least one person was making her feel less awful. As soon as the two friends entered through the school gate it was chatter all over the place. Yet the real talk of the school would enter minutes after. There he was, Joseph Descamps with an eye patch covering his left eye. It was dead quiet while he walked towards his friends, not missing a single glance at Michéle. She felt intimidated and scared although she was convinced he wouldn’t try doing something to her again because of her brother.

For a week she had been trying to reassure herself that he had it coming and that it wasn’t really her fault in the first place. She pressed her lips together tightly, her brows furrowing as she glanced at her friend once more, a similar expression on her face as well. Arm in arm they walked to class silently even though Simone tried to change the topic from time to time it was no use.

Time had passed and Michéle was sat in Latin for her second period. For the whole day she had been glancing at Joseph from time to time, even though he pretended not to notice he shared her glances a few times which left Michéle embarrassed and scribbling on paper, pretending to do something. “I’m so not ready for pe in third period. My bruise is so big! You cannot imagine how embarrassing it’s gonna be if people notice.” Simone whispered. “I don’t think it matters that much. That’s noting compared to Jospeh’s eye.” Although Michéle hadn’t intended for her reply to sound funny , Simone who felt absolutely no remorse let out a small cackle which caught the attention of the teacher.

“Is something funny?” Mr Douillard asked with an irritated tone which left the girl’s shaking their heads profusely. “You can stand outside if my lesson is boring you two!” He demanded and pointed at the door. Good, got in trouble once again. Michéle shut her eyes tightly as she and Simone left the classroom to stand out front. “He really needs to tone it down a bit. So dramatic!” Simone exclaimed in a louder tone than necessary which made Michéle alarm her to keep her voice down. “We have thin walls here, he can still hear us!”

Not a second later the door opened and left Simone and Michéle wide eyed. Had he really heard them?! A tall figure with his hands in his pocket appeared in front of them. It was Joseph. His eyes landed on the red haired girl as he stood there for a few seconds, watching her play with her fingers. Michéle averted her gaze as he walked past them, his shoulder intentionally bumping into Michéles smaller frame. “Watch it!” Simone yelled in an angry tone. “Who does he think he is?!” But Michéle knew that he was angry and was probably going to let his anger out on her…

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It was during break in which Michéle noticed her brother looking nervous and sweating profusely. Yes, today was his disciplinary hearing. “Are you even listening?“ Simone asked. “Huh? What?” Michéle looked at her friend that was sitting across from her. “No, sorry what were you saying?” “Ugh, I was talking about the new movie that just came out!” Simone’s voice faded into the background as she scanned the whole school yard but her brother was nowhere to be found. Then she saw Joseph walking to the bathroom, even though it seemed normal something was odd about the way he walked nervously looking around. As soon as their eyes met she knew something was wrong. Before she could do anything the school bell rang. “Simone you can go first, I’ll be running a little late, okay?“ “What? Why?” “Just go.” She said and ran to the boys bathroom as the yard was getting emptied.

Her hand reached for the doorknob when the door suddenly opened with a mischievous laughing Joseph. His smile disappeared once he saw Michéle standing in front of him. “The hell do you want?” His gaze was filled with anger and disgust. Gosh, he really hated her. “Oh, did you wanna go in for a quickie?“ he smirked but was met only with Michéles confused face. “Is my brother in there?” She ignored his weird statement and tried to look past his shoulder before the door closed. The only thing she could see was a broom locking a door and few faint yells. Panic set on Michéles face as she put the pieces together. “Did you lock my brother in the toilet stall?!” She yelled and tried to push past him.

“Oh no, leave my brother alone!” He mocked her voice as he blocked her way into the boys bathroom. “Stop it! Both of you!” Michéle and Joseph looked at Mr Bellanger who would definitely not let Michéle in or get into the bathroom as well. “Have you lost your mind? Fighting like this on the school yard!” “But Uncle, my brother-“ “I will be seeing him in the teachers office for his disciplinary hearing. Don’t make this any harder for him, Michéle. His options aren’t looking too good right now.” Michéle looked at him, brows furrowed as she felt the guilt she tried to suppress resurfacing and swallowing her whole. Suddenly the three of them heard a commotion in the bathroom and then a loud yell. The door opened and an angry Jean-Pierre was met with three surprised faces.

“I’m so sorry, Mr Bellanger. I was.. locked in the bathroom stall by this idiot! My Jacket, it’s ruined!” He stated. “Am I late? Do we still have time?” Michéle had never seen her brother this distressed before. He was usually so put together calm and rational but now she was causing him trouble. “You can wear my jacket and you two better get to class right now!” Her uncle exclaimed as she made her way to the gymnasium with Joseph.

“You’re horrible!” She stated and gave him a dirty look which he did likewise. He suddenly stopped in his tracks and grabbed the girl by the arm, yanking her back to him. His finger pointed at his eye patch. “I’m horrible? Look at what your fucking brother did to my face!” He said, his tone angry but he didn’t yell. “All because of you.” He whispered. “You started it!” She yelled and tried to push him off of her. “I felt bad in the beginning but now I realise you completely deserved it!” She retorted which only made Joseph tighten his grip around her arm.

“Let her go!” A voice appeared behind the two of them. Michéle looked past Joseph’s shoulder and met eyes with Laubrac. A wave of relief washed over her as Joseph let go of her and she quickly made her way over to her classmat. “Well if it isn’t the foster kid and the deans niece.” Joseph smirked, putting his hands back into his pocket.

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olivexii · 2 months

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⁀➷ ┄─ ˑ III . ☆ ──ㅤ Knee Socks

Joseph Descamps x reader

Chapter 3

Masterlist

Warnings: a lot of writing, swearing.

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

Michèle, Simone and me had planned to meet up at the butchers shop before school. My shoes clanked against the pavement as I walked side by side with my brother.

“What happened yesterday?” He questioned.

“Hm?”

“In school, I heard something happened, like a fight.”

“Oh, right. Yeah a fight happened and a boy got really hurt.” I looked over to him but he was just looking off into the distance ahead.

“You didn’t get hurt?”

“No it wasn’t like that, I just watched it.”

“Okay, good.”

Soon we arrived at the butcher’s. Simone was already waiting there, leaning against the side of the building in her long blue coat and white skirt.

“I’m going to walk the rest of the way with my friends.”

My brother turned to look at me, “Okay, just don’t be late. You know I’ll get the blame for it if you’re late.”

“Yes, I know.” I sighed and headed towards Simone as Michael walked away.

“You’re itching your leg a lot.” I stated when she turned around at the sound of my footsteps.

“Y/N! You’re here, finally I don’t have to wait on my own.” She sighed in relief, “Yeah, I fell over this morning, a massive bruise is starting to form on my leg, and we have physical education today!”

“Oh wow, hopefully your shorts will cover it.” I say, leaning against the wall next to her.

“I hope so.” She groaned before turning to look at the door, Michèle’s brother, Jean-Pierre walking out.

“Hello Jean-Pierre.” She greets him, smiling wildly. He doesn’t respond, only looking at the two of us and walking away.

“He’s in a good mood.” I say and Simone turns to look at me with a small laugh.

Michèle is soon to walk out of the door after him.

“What’s that all about?” Simone asks her as we start walking towards the school.

“Jean-Pierre has his disciplinary meeting this afternoon.” She looks down at the ground.

“Oh yeah, how do you think it’s going to go?” I ask her, leaning forward over Simone to look at her.

“I’m not sure, hopefully good otherwise I won’t be able to go to school any longer.”

“Don’t think about it, there’s nothing you can do.” Simone reassured her, “Do you know what else is happening this afternoon? Our first PE class, and guess what? I fell over this morning, and I’ve got a massive bruise coming.” She complains, swinging her arms for exaggeration.

“If you pull your shorts over it now and again, I’m sure no one will notice.” I try and make her feel better.

“That’s the thing, boys notice these sorts of things! One bruise on my leg and all the boys are put off, thinking I’m too clumsy or something.”

Me and Michèle giggle in response as we walk through the school gates.

“Hello Matine, hello Monique!” Simone smiles at a group of girls as we pass them.

“Do you know everyone’s names already?” Michèle questions.

“Not everyone no, just the girls.” She says, still smiling. “I hope we’re not doing endurance stuff! Do either of you sweat much?- Hello Laubrac!”

“Simone how many people do you know?” I laugh at her.

“Why did you say hello to him?” Michèle asks.

“Well why wouldn’t I? People are so strange.” After saying this, we turn to look at two boys glaring at Michèle from across the yard.

“My brother gets expelled-”

“He’s not going to.” Simone states.

“Have you forgotten about Descamps? The guy lost an eye.”

“Descamps lost an eye?” I question, “So does he have to wear a fake one now, or have an eyepatch?”

“I can’t imagine Descamps with an eyepatch, he’d look like a pirate!” Simone exclaims, “Anyway, he’s at home, recovering. So the teachers won’t see him. Who will they see? Jean-Pierre!” she explains with her hands flailing by her chest.

“Your brother,” she carries on, “with his handsome good looks, his good grades, his good manners. They’ll forget all about the one eyed boy.”

We come to a stop at the school stairs, the boys in front of us having turned around and staring at something behind us. The three of us look at each other before turning around curiously.

Descamps was stood at the school gates, bag in hand as he looked around miserably. Part of me was happy he was okay, and that his injury hasn’t effected him that much that he didn’t need to stay off school. But another part of me was worried because of the meeting this afternoon, and how the teachers will be thinking of him instead of Jean-Pierre.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

First period was history. Mrs Giraud’s high heels clacked against the wooden floor boards, as I zoned out. We were still in the same seating plan, Michèle and Simone sitting on one desk, me sitting alone on one next to them.

My eyes kept wondering over to Descamps, my mind filled with worry for him. He was just looking down at his paper, or at the board.

A white bandage covered his left eye. As I observed him, I didn’t notice him looking back at me, arms crossed over his chest as he kept a straight face. His gaze looks more dark than yesterday, it was clear the incident had affected him.

Quickly, I looked away, embarrassed, and pretended to be focused on the teacher as she asked a question. I turned slowly to look back at Descamps, curious if he was still looking at me, and he was.

Annick and Felbec both raised their hands quickly, my attention now drawn to them. Mrs Giraud looked at Annick before calling on the boy.

“The 5th to the 12th of September 1914.” He stated as he stood up confidently.

“Mhm, and who were the opposing army?”

At this Annick raised her hand higher, leaning on her desk slightly.

“Miss Sabiani, are you trying to climb onto your desk so I can see you?” Bluebeard started, “Don’t you draw enough attention to yourself?”

Annick looked defeated at this while the class murmured. Poor girl.

“The opposing army?”

“The French and the German.” She responded, hands folded in front of her.

“And the British Force. If you only know half the answer, don’t bother putting your hand up.” Mrs Giraud states cockily as she walks away, “And if you would tie your hair up? We’re not in a barn.”

I feel eyes on me, and turn towards Descamps again. His gaze remained the same, emotionless. He shuffled in his seat slightly when he noticed me looking at him, but he remained eye contact.

“Let’s move on to naming our class leader.” This got most of the class’ attention. I slowly turned my head away from Descamps as he continued to look at me, not wavering his gaze.

Felbec raised his hand again, “In the past, my classmates have always picked me for class leader.” He states proudly, “I’m studious and I get good grades.” The class laughs at this.

"Well, I'm not like your previous teachers. You'll have to earn it." Mrs Giraud smiles.

I grimace, looking a Michèle who has the same reaction. The smile doesn’t suit her.

"Does the Battle of Marathon mean anything to anyone?" Mrs Giraud asks, pacing in front of the class as no one answers.

"Very well. Whoever can give me the date of the Battle of Marathon this afternoon will be named class leader." She tells everyone.

After this I zone out, figuring anything worth listening in on was over now. If I needed to learn anything I could always look at textbooks at home to catch up.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

We got sent to get changed for PE after break, in the teachers bathroom. Simone was taking a while, presumably trying to make her shorts sit in a way that covered her bruise.

Me and Michèle stood outside, leaning on a wall waiting for her.

“Are you feeling okay?” I ask.

“Yeah, I’m alright, still just nervous about this afternoon.”

“I’m sure it’ll be okay. You’re brother is a top student, they wouldn’t want to get rid of a top student.”

She nods and smiles at me, grateful for the reassurance.

“Notice how the boys have a whole changing room, and we can only use the teachers toilet?” Simone complains from behind the door.

“My brother hates me.” Michèle sighs, changing the subject.

“He doesn’t.” I turn to look at her.

“I swear even before all this, he kept his distance.”

Simone comes out of the bathroom, trying to pull her shorts down over her leg more.

“A brother can never hate his sister.” She states while shutting the door.

“Because you’re lucky.”

“What? My brother stayed in Algiers with my parents. I doubt I’ll even see him for Christmas.”

As we head outside to class, the two carry on the conversation about Algiers while I walk along side them.

Once we reach the sports hall, Simone starts worrying about her bruise again, trying to cover it up with her blue shorts.

“Don’t try and hide it, you’ll just draw attention to it.” I tell her.

“Now it’s yellow and green with purple spots. It’s horrible!”

“Nobody will see it.” Michèle reassures her, shaking her head as we walk towards the teacher to wait.

“Yeah right, everyone will see it.” She sighs defeatidly as we watch the boys walk in, “Shorts and in blue which will make it worse. I’m gonna turn sideways.” She shuffles her feet and faces a different direction.

As Annick walks in, everyone turned to look at her. Whistles sounded from the boys that echoed around the room.

“Hm, no need to turn sideways after all.” Simone looks at us.

“How does she get her hair so smooth?” Michèle questions.

“No idea. Maybe you should ask her. Start up a conversation so we can be better friends with her.” I turn to the side to look at them both.

“I don’t have the confidence to do that. I’ll be scared incase she judges me.” Michèle replies.

“She won’t, you’re just asking her a question.” I state. The conversation stops once Annick stands by us, and we all give her an awkward smile.

The teacher then hands out balls to some of the boys, telling them to warm up. The four of us just stand off to the side, waiting to be given something to do.

Applebaum passes behind us to put his glasses down. I watch as he walks, noticing how he tries to glance in our direction every now and again.

Just then Descamps and Dupin walk in confidently, and my gaze is drawn to them.

“If you want to stay with us, you can go to the side, okay?” The teacher tells Descamps as he isn’t in PE uniform. He goes to sit on the bleachers, hands in his pockets.

“Gentlemen! Let’s start a game.” The teacher calls loudly, “I want two teams on the court, one facing the other.”

“Sir!” Annick shouts, raising her hand and indicating that the girls need something to do as well.

“Ah. The girls.”

He then made us lay out mats as he brought the rope from the ceiling down.

“They get handball, and we get this?” Simone complains as we all look between each other and the rope.

Annick is the first one to grab the rope. Crossing her legs around it and using her arms to bring herself up.

A loud thwack comes from the side of us, catching my attention. Applebaum is on the floor, rubbing his head as Laubrac stands over him, hand on his shoulder in reassurance.

“Ouch.” I say to the other two girls, making them look over to him.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Descamps smirking at him. As I turn my focus onto him, he looks to me, still smirking. This time I don’t break eye contact as quickly, staring at him for a few seconds before focusing back on Annick.

“She’s even good at gym.” Simone says admiringly as she holds the robe to keep it steady, “She’s like Marilyn Monroe!” Me and Michèle laugh at this, Simone smiling as well.

“We have nothing in common with her.” She carries on, “Have you seen her skin? She’s perfect, that’s Hollywood skin.” Simone focuses behind us, “Think your brother needs you there.”

We all look towards the door, noticing Jean-Pierre standing by the door with panic on his face. The blonde girl runs over there quickly, me and Simone watching them talk.

“Y/N, can you take the rope? I’m going to see if they need help.” Simone questions and hands me the rope before running off to the door.

I turn to look back up at Annick, to make sure she’s doing okay. She’s already halfway up the rope, and she doesn’t look tired.

In front of me I can still see Descamps looking my way. Once he notices I was looking at him, he quickly looks away, focusing on the boy’s game and pretending to be interested in it.

I laugh at this, and turn back to look at the door. Michèle had run off, now leaving Jean-Pierre and Simone to talk. She looked up at him happily while he just looked at her confused.

Running back to me she smiles and takes the rope back.

“Thanks. Oh my gosh she’s so high up!”

“Mhm. What did Jean-Pierre need?” I ask, looking at her.

“His blazer ripped, so he asked Michèle to find him another one.” She replies, looking between me and Annick.

Laubrac runs out of the room, his shirt ripped. Both me and Simone watch him as he runs towards the lockers.

“Michèle didn’t go into the boys locker room, right?” I ask worriedly.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine. It’s Laubrac, he won’t say anything.” She says before looking over my shoulder, “Hey, Descamps is looking at us.”

Quickly I turn my head in his direction, and he doesn’t look away. What’s his problem with staring?

“Do you think he’s mad at us because of what happened with his eye?” Questions Simone.

“Why would he be mad at us?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because we’re friends with Michèle.”

I turn back to her, “No, I don’t think so. I think he’s just a teenage boy, you know what they’re like, always staring.” We both giggle.

We notice that Michèle had ran back to Jean-Pierre now, handing him a blue blazer as he smiles and runs off.

As Michèle runs back towards us, Annick comes down from the rope, trying to steady her breathing.

“I’ll go next.” Michèle says as she grabs hold of the rope.

Me and the two other girls go to sit down on the matt as she begins to climb.

“You always hold yourself so straight.” Simone says to Annick, trying to mimic her posture, “Did your mum teach you that?”

“No.” The blonde girl replies dryly.

“How do you get your hair so nice?” I ask her this time, leaning forward over Simone so I can look at Annick.

“Uhm, conditioner and rollers.” She looks back at me.

I nod, and there’s an awkward silence for a minute or two as we watch the boys play.

“Ever been to Hollywood?” Simone breaks the silence.

Annick just turns to look at her, confused. Simone seems embarrassed by the question when the girl doesn’t answer. She turns to look at me with a sad smile before we all focus back on the boys.

It’s silent until Michèle comes down, then the teacher blows the whistle, indicating the end of the lesson.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

After getting changed, we head to sit on a bench for break. I sit in between the two girls, Simone staring at Annick and Michèle zoning out. I look at Descamps and Pichon talking, the shorter boy having to look up quite a bit to look him in the eye. What an odd pair to be having such a calm conversation.

“Why doesn’t she talk to us?” I turn to look at Simone and Annick when she says this, “Must be a film star thing. She said she’s never been to Hollywood, but we don’t know that. Are you listening to me?” She turns to the both of us.

“Uh, yeah.” This catches Michèle’s attention. She looks concerned about her brother, biting her lip and fiddling with her hands.

“Disciplinary hearings take a long time, don’t worry about it!” The short haired girl shrugged her shoulders, as Michèle looks away, thinking about something.

“Have you used the rope a lot?” She turns to look at the both of us.

“I haven’t.” I shrug.

“No. Why do you ask?” Simone smiles.

“No, it’s fine.” Michèle says, flustered.

Pichon comes up behind us, making me jump and turn towards him.

“Annick!” He says, quite quietly as he leans on the back of the bench.

“Why don’t you just go and talk to her?” Simone says as Annick walks over to us.

“What do you want?”

“Uh, can I talk to you?” He looks nervous.

The three of us watch as they walk away.

“Do you think he likes her?” I turn back to the other two.

“Yes.” Simone replied immediately, nodding her head, while Michèle carries on watching them.

“Is he asking for her hand in marriage?” Simone laughs. And we both turn back to look at the curiously.

After a few minutes she turn away, and walks back.

“She looks angry.” I state. She then turns to look at us, and we all quickly look away, pretending to be busy and in conversation.

“So, how are you?” Simone says to us loudly, so Annick thinks we weren’t focused on her.

“I am good.” I nod as we all burst into laughter.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Next class was history, and I was excited to see if Annick or Felbec had the answer.

“So, who has earned the honour of becoming class captain?” Mrs Giraud asks the class as she places her coat over her chair.

Two hands are raised, Felbec and Descamps. I look at Descamps confused. Since when did he participate in class? She calls on Felbec first.

“The 5th century BC.” He states plainly as he stands.

“That is correct.” She nods, and he looks pleased with himself, “But if I asked you to give me the date of the Battle of Verdun, what would you say? The twentieth century?” She humiliates him, and he looks down in embarrassment as he returns to his chair.

“Descamps?” She calls, and he stands up fiddling with his fingers nervously. It’s a weird look for Descamps, not a bad one, just weird.

“Four hundred and ninety BC” He states, waiting for Mrs Giraud to respond. The whole class is surprised by him giving an answer, me included.

“Congratulations, Descamps. Can you tell me where you found that date?” She tilts her head.

“Uhm, in the textbook.”

“Surprising. The Persian Wars aren't part of the curriculum.”

I turn to look at Descamps. Part of me feels sorrow for him, but part of me also feels relieved that he got caught. I had a feeling he cheated.

“In another book then, I don’t really remember.” He says as he shuffles on his feet.

“You’ve forgotten already? If you can’t remember where you got the date, how will you remember anything when you get your diploma?” She says confidently to him.

Pichon pushes his chair back and stands up, causing all heads to turn to him.

“I gave him the date.” He says. That’s why they were talking earlier. “Four hundred and ninety BC. It’s in the book on Ancient Greece. I know that because… I read it in the book.”

I look at Descamps, he seems a mix of upset and mad. I guess he really wanted to be class captain.

“And why did you give Descamps the answer?” Mrs Giraud said sternly.

“I wasn’t sure if I could do it,” He fiddles with his fingers nervously, “Be class captain.”

“Pichon, you are our class captain.” She states, leaning her fingertips on the back of her chair.

Pichon looks down, smiling slightly before sitting back down in his chair. Descamps in the opposite, clenching his jaw and fists as he look over at Pichon.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Should I iron Laubrac’s jacket before I give it back to him?” Michèle asks as we walk, it was the end of the school day.

“Do you like him?” I question her excitedly.

“N-no! What makes you say that?”

“You do like him!” Simone squeals, “if you want to make a good impression then iron his jacket. That’ll make him like you.”

“You think?” She laughs.

“Definitely.” I nod in agreement, “Oh, I forgot my cardigan.” I say to the two girls when we walked by a window, realising how cold it was outside.

“You two carry on, I’ll go back and get it.” I tell them with a smile, and start walking away.

“We can wait for you if you’d like.” Simone says, Michèle nodding next to her.

“No, no. It’s fine. I have errands to run anyway.” I wave my hands at them.

“Okay! See you tomorrow.” They both say and I nod and smile back before heading to my last lesson.

I knock on the door, the teacher was sat at his desk looking at papers when I walk in.

“Sorry sir, I left my cardigan in here.” I say, shuffling on my feet nervously.

“That’s yours is it? Go ahead.” He doesn’t look up, just reading the papers.

“Thank you.” I walk across the classroom to my desk, before picking up my cream cardigan and walking out, closing the door behind me.

As I walk into the corridor, Descamps and his friends walk past. His head turns to me as he stops.

“Joseph?” His friends question.

“Carry on, I have stuff to do.” He nods to them as they walk away.

“Are you okay? Did you need anything?” I ask him curiously.

“Uhm, no. Just wanted to talk.” He says, looking at me and passing his bag and umbrella to the other hand while he shuffles on his feet.

“Oh, okay. About what?” I look at him as I turn and we begin to walk through the corridor, me putting on my cardigan.

“Yesterday. You know, at lunch.” He stares down at his feet.

“Really? You want to talk about it?”

“Yeah, I feel bad.”

“You feel bad? Joseph Descamps feels bad about his actions?” I laugh.

“Shut up. I do. You didn’t do anything to me and I went at you. You were just defending your friend.” He explains with his hands in his pockets.

“Since when did you get all sappy? Aren’t you supposed to be the big, strong bully?” I mock him.

He smiles and sighs.

“I just wanted to apologise. Just know that if I start on you, I don’t mean it.” He stops and looks at me, me doing the same.

“You don’t mean it?”

He shakes his head.

“What about other people?”

“What do you mean other people?”

“When you argue with Michèle do you mean it?”

“Well yeah, I don’t like her.” He shakes his head and points to the bandage on his face.

“Oh, right.” We turn and start walking again. “In all fairness though it was Jean-Pierre who did that to you.”

He sighs louder this time, and I start to feel sorry for him.

“You didn’t deserve it. Yeah you were mean to Michèle but, you didn’t deserve that.” I say as i point to my own eye. He turns to look at me, a small smile on his face for a second.

“It suits you.” I tell him.

“The bandage?”

“Yeah. The whole one eyed thing. Makes you look cool.”

He laughs in response as we get towards the school doors.

“Fuck.” I mumble, and stop in my tracks once I notice it’s raining.

“What?”

“The rain, I didn’t bring an umbrella, my mum said the sky was supposed to be clear today.” I tell him as he turns around to look at me.

“Just use mine?”

“Use yours?” He nods at me.

“I don’t mind. Here.” He hands me the black umbrella and I smile at him.

“Thank you.” I open it up and step outside with him, covering him with the umbrella as well as we start to walk.

I have to hold my hand up pretty high for it to reach over his head. He notices this and takes the umbrella for me, covering the both of us as he holds it.

We don’t talk much as we walk in the direction of my house, just small talk and talk about school.

The rain comes down heavier, splashing against the umbrella.

“This is my house.” I turn to him once we get close to the door.

“Already?” He looks down at me.

“Hm?”

“Nothing. Just get inside, I don’t want you getting anymore wet.” I nod at him in response.

“Thank you, for walking me home, and the umbrella.” I smile.

“It’s fine, I like your company anyway.”

“You’re a completely different person when you’re on your own Descamps.” I laugh at him while opening my house door.

“Shut up. No I’m not.”

“If you say so. Goodbye.”

“Bye.” He walks away with a stern face, making me laugh.

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A/N: HELP I DIDNT REALISE HOW LONG YHIS WAS UNTIL I LOOKED BACK OVER IT 😭😭 my thumbs are killing.

#joseph descamps #joseph descamps x reader #x reader #enemies to lovers #mixte1963 #reader insert #vassili schneider

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