(pov hérèse )
SPLASH!
Wavering in the water
I felt the water, and my anger rose right up to my underwear.
– Damn...,
Clenching his teeth, the veins on his neck bulging
– Shit, ends hérèse very strongly
Her eyes shone so brightly that one might have thought she was burning with fire.
Maëva, for her part, was still standing facing him at the edge of the riverbank, her hands covering her face, creasing that sorry look over her smile.
"Sorry... I... I'm sorry," she murmured.
Hérèse got up and went out, disgusted but alive, and what annoyed her the most was, above all, the foul smell of the water which gave her goosebumps and made her want to vomit.
"Disgusting," he muttered.
Clenching his jaw even tighter
Maëva held her nose and immediately moved to the left, avoiding him like the plague.
So amused, and she wasn't the only one who thought so.
She had everyone's attention, and those looks were a mixture of pity and joy.
It disgusted him even more.
Hérèse gave a small grimace and smiled, he came completely out of the water and onto the shore, took off his sports uniform and began to press himself as if he were the only one present
When Maëva pinched her nose, took a step towards him and offered him a handkerchief
"Well... I didn't know you... You... You were going to trip," she murmured, holding back her laughter.
"You forgive me, don't you?" she whispered rather loudly.
Casting a sideways glance at the class
The murmurs immediately intensified.
"What are those two playing at?" Winnie whispered.
– ridicule
"She never stops, why did she push that nice boy?" asked Raph, clinging to Imelda's arm like a young couple on their wedding day.
- It is-
"Never mind," Winnie interrupted immediately.
– They are not our leaders,
"Rebels," added Imelda.
"You forgive me, don't you?"
Unreal.
He stops at her words,
As he fixed his outfit, it was as if he were analyzing the level of stupidity of the question.
Hérèse narrowed her eyes and faced him; he stared at her, scrutinizing her from head to toe and
Tac!
snatches the handkerchief from his hands
"Of course, how could I blame you?" he sighed.
Pushing both hands onto his shoulder, simply, as amicably as possible…
Then she seized him, tightening her grip
"I feel compassion, especially after this tragedy," he added with a radiant smile.
He pressed his shoulder, pulled him close and
PLOUFFFF!
throws it at the source
HOOOOOOOOOOOO?
toured the classroom
She splashed around in the water, especially the muddy part; half her body was submerged from head to toe.
Silence….
– Thank you for the handkerchief, hummed heresy,
wiping the splashes off his foot
- hold,
Then threw the handkerchief
– you'll need it more than I will
The fabric flew up, descended, and settled on the water, molding and sinking.
– damages
Then he turned around, taking the first step to leave the cage
"HEY!" Alex yelled.
They jumped over his companions and landed on the sand
"The bastards," he continued fearlessly.
Heresy didn't notice and continued on her way, slung her uniform over her shoulder.
The looks were fired at Alex.
The only one to rush to Maëva to help her
"Calm down," Luc murmured after him.
He grabbed it and did his best to hold onto it, glancing panickedly in all directions.
– Please stop
Alex pushes him away and turns away, running away furiously.
"Don't follow me," he grumbled.
pursued by Luc
Hérèse was stuck at the gate, unable to open the door
"Fucking hell," he muttered.
Then a hand grabbed him and pulled him by the collar of his tank top.
Finding himself face to face with Alex, who wouldn't let go
SLAND!
The first shot is fired
PAF !
Alex stopped him in time, his face brushing just close.
This makes him back up and loosen the collar
I'M REALLY SATISFIED WITH THIS DAY, I'LL GET MORE FROM IT
But Alex regained the initiative and before a blow could fly, Luc grabbed him and wrapped his arms around him.
"Stop, it's not your job to do that," Luc murmured.
"Let go of me or I'll punch you in the face!" Alex yelled.
Struggling like a wish
Hérèse stared at them with a condescending look, one eyebrow raised and the corners of her lips curled downwards.
"Ostrich," he whispered.
Alex spat to the side; he had hit where it hurt, his "ego".
"What did you say, huh?" Alex yelled. "Repeat that!"
Turning Luc onto his side and advancing with his torso raised
"Say that again, you've lost your tongue," he continued.
Striking hérèse torso with the back of his hand
Thinking he could "intimidate" her
– repeat, you're scared,
Pressing his torso against hers
– you only know how to hit women but-
CRACK!
"You talk too much," hérèse muttered, scratching her ears.
This time his fist landed in the right place.
On the lips
Alex collapsed upon arrival, blood running down his chin and soaking his uniform.
- ha ?
Covering her mouth.