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I stare at my friend, who immediately gives me her best smile. Her black-covered lips lift over white teeth, which I'll be almost ready to bare at this moment. If Gwen is a confirmed talker, she suddenly becomes mute in the presence of guys. Not having the fiber " femme fatale ", she is terrified of the male gender and is currently ready to sell me her little sister and her favorite voodoo book to choose the place that suits her. To know next to a redhead known for the muddy jokes that the most adored of the village have fun swinging all day long. Welcome to the club, my old.
I should start a band. But that will have to wait, especially since I owe an answer to my friend, who will owe me a huge one.
- Go ahead, abandon your best friend, I mumble in a tone far too theatrical.
But we are in an amphitheater, don't I have the right to a brief moment of glory? Not, because Gwen giggles and then kisses me before leaving for her paradise before I change my mind. So only the place next to the demon remains.
Groaning, I walk along the table aisle, avoiding a bag with my usual skill before spreading out and reaching the end of the benches far too quickly. Dimitri's cold gaze catches me as I pass, but I carefully avoid him and sit down without any grace at his side. I curse lecture halls and benches when I feel him stiffen and slide a little further from me. His message to me is crystal clear and somehow I'm relieved that he doesn't want to talk to me. Everything about him makes me want to get away, even run away.
Such a reaction is not like mine. I am generally quite open to others. But there, impossible to look away from the painting in front of me. My universe then boils down to a green surface where there are still a few marks of badly erased lines. Even at the beginning of the year, the tables are not well erased. Slightly maniacal, I should start a movement banning half-erased words on the boards.15th
A movement of psychopaths and a team of unloved. Today is not my day, I already had better ideas the day after being fired. It was at the precise moment when the word alcohol came ringing in my mind that our teacher chose to enter the crowded room. She pauses when she sees the number of students but doesn't let herself be discouraged.
Still happy! Otherwise, I wouldn't have hesitated to boo good old Madame Pousser. For budget reasons, our bled welcomes the same teachers in high school and college, which gives them the privilege of having to support the same students for a whole year. Absolute happiness. And clearly, I am not part of the category of students that appeals to teachers. Stubborn and not having my tongue in my pocket, I stood out enough to know the principal's office by heart.
And the dinosaur in front of me is not one of my fans.1
- Hello everyone, welcome to this new year, begins said the reptile with his usual phlegm. I hope you had a great vacation and that you rested well. Because now the joke is over. You are entering your adult life and the future decisions you make here will mark you forever.
More depressing, you die. I'm sure she'll get her speeches from the history books and preferably from the side of the tyrants. Galvanizing the troops has never been his cup of tea, but when it comes to terrifying the young, Pousser does just that. In the top. Unfortunately for her, I have seen others and her little sermon leaves me cold.
To my credit, something far more interesting is suffocating me. Just to my right, a far too curious look has been on my person for a few minutes and makes me whole. I tense up every minute as the gaze of the newcomer becomes more intense. Tingling in my legs makes me want to take my clicks and slaps and disappear off the face of the earth. But I hold on and force myself to stay still. I am a titan.
- This year, we are pleased to welcome a new member to our school. Would you like to introduce yourself?
I look up at the teacher in surprise and wonder for a moment if God exists. An angel passes before my companion on my right gets up and observes the amphitheater as if flies were clumping on dung. Image of the most glamorous, I agree.
- My name is Dimitri, he said then, in a deep voice.
His slight accent makes me wince, but I don't comment. I want to live all the same. But, I'm just used to hearing it from my friends. Not from someone for whom I feel all the revulsion in the world.
- Surely you can go so far as to tell us your surname? And one or two of your favorite activities, for example, that wouldn't be too exaggerated, I think?
- My last name is Baranov and I am of Russian origin. I don't fucking see the point of telling the rest of my life, especially to you.
His voice has become a tad too aggressive for Pousser to let pass. Besides, he could only have said "no" that the teacher would still be on her high horse. We're hitting a nerve with Dimitri, something our teacher doesn't care about. The only thing that matters to him is the respect that we must communicate to him. However, this boy has just failed to respect him, a big mistake on his part because I don't give a lot of his head. If Laurine didn't get her skin, Push will send her straight to the morgue. Everyone turns to the so-called Dimitri with wide eyes and I, poor victim of my thoughts, am jubilant. The misfortune of some is the happiness of others, isn't it?
- Yes you are right. Let's continue.15th
I, who was ready to write a poem about the bravery and courage of Madame Pousser, who was on the verge of brandishing a supporter's banner, falls from above. Madame Pousser, in other words, Satan personified, has just let a student speak vulgarly to her without reacting or even wincing. I'm dreaming.
I stare at her as if she suddenly has a second head. For a quarter of what the new one has just said, I found myself more than once on perm hour, with referrals from class as a bonus. And there, on the pretext that Mr. is… handsome? Does he have the right to all the privileges? I do not agree!
But I'm the only one. Dimitri sits back down, clearly avoiding contact with me, and Pousser continues his speech. My world is no longer round and I gladly throw the blame on the back of my bench neighbor.
How did he manage to bewitch the sorceress? Overwhelmed by a need to understand the parallel universe in which I landed, I move slowly, casually, to my right. Curiosity, you will be my executioner one day. But more than curiosity, it is the interest in a discovery that pushes me to accomplish this journey. I do it for science, to move this world forward, so I am an explorer worthy of the greatest.
Am I getting a bit carried away? Whatever, I put my brown eyes on the body of my opponent. With a slight grimace, I realize that it only takes one glance for me to admit that he has no physical flaws. Its flaws lie elsewhere…
Because it is well known that no one is flawless. So, eager for science and discovery, and devoid of any purely visual interest, I end up turning not only my head completely but also the rest of my body. And I'm starting to smell her… heady, I have to admit. A mixture of masculine perfume and another exhalation that leaves me perplexed. This scent is familiar to me but I can't quite put my finger on it. Taken aback, I take a long breath and close my eyes, one hand clutching the edge of the table.
When I open them again, his eyes are glued to mine, for the second time that morning. I am strong, very strong! In the understated genre, let's say I would never be recruited for a job as a secret agent. Too bad, I would have made a superb Red Sparrow for sure.
I then have a rather ridiculous recoil since I'm not going very far, my ass aimed at the bench. But my reflex is legitimate. Dimitri glares at me with a glare so deep that the bogeyman himself would already be apologizing to all the gods. And as if my embarrassment could only be greater, Pousser chose this moment to intervene.
- Miss Brand, did I make myself clear?
With Olympian calm, the new man turns his head away, suddenly indifferent to me. Still in shock, it takes me a few moments to manage to stammer a bogus apology, which normally I would never have uttered. But in a desperate situation, a desperate measure. Especially since the teacher has had me in the crosshairs for a while and will take advantage of the slightest excuse to kick me out of her class. And if I find myself in the hallway on my first day of college, the miles won't stop my parents from unleashing lightning on my head.
So, I lay low and let a few laughs roar through the class, immediately silenced by the teacher's revolver gaze. I curse under my breath as my heart buzzes in my ears. I need to recover and quickly!
- So I was saying, continues my teacher, turning her attention to me, that being the latest to have arrived in our charming community, I'm asking you to present the premises to Mr. Baranov. Make sure he gets there so he doesn't miss the start of his classes during his first week. After all, being away from home is somewhat disconcerting and help is always welcome. For the moment…
What, what, what?! Did I hear wrong, my ears are still ringing! I glance at my classmate and receive a murderous glare, worse than the first. Ok, we figured out the same thing.
- Mrs ? Um, yes, excuse me, but I don't think I'm the best student to show him around…
- Young lady, this will be noted on your file.
My interlocutor takes a few steps and approaches my table before leaning toward me.
- I heard that your file was not the brightest. So a good deed won't hurt him, huh?
If I'm not sure that such a service can be included in my file, I know perfectly well that assault on a teacher will be. So I bite my lip and don't flinch. Checkmate. I just have to bow and face his shark smile, it hurts me.
But not as much as my neighbor because, after a glance, I realize that he doesn't seem any more delighted than me. At least I'll have the satisfaction of pissing off the new guy. At this idea, I almost smile.
The teacher resumes her lesson, while the noise of my classmates comes in the background. No doubt, the next break will be the hour of the conflict created again by the pain in the ass, I named Lena Brand. But I don't mind, too busy emptying myself.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Four hours to spend with her, the time to give us the whole program, to give us all the information and to tell us about her damn course. Four hours glued to the other monster on my right. The hour will be long. Very long.
When my phone says noon, all my muscles tense, waiting for the fateful order. One word from the teacher and I jump to my feet to escape this damn trap. The whole auditorium follows the movement I created and I walk past the office without paying the slightest attention to the old dinosaur. But the converse is not true.
- Miss Brand, don't forget to show Mr. Baranov around the establishment. And don't even try to forget your small task. I will come back to your colleague to ask him if you have taken good care of him.
Someone save me from this nightmare! I grumble upon something that vaguely resembles a "yes" and quickly escape from this room, which put my nerves in the balls.
Of course, I'll take care of the new one. I don't have a choice and I'm still not going to give the stick to be beaten. On the other hand, let Dimitri not expect a five-star visit, where I would be all sugar, all honey.
For four hours, I held my breath and prohibited myself from moving to prevent it from harming the demon's environment. The only adjective that I found suitable for Dimitri and that did not anger my dear French language. Throughout this period, however, I had time to study the subject, but because of my poor education, only the names of birds came to mind.
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