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Amavi|| Ch.3

(I forgot to publish this here, I'm sorry.)

"So, who deserves to be class president?"

"Annick." Gabrielle whispered, at Giaruds question, loud enough for Pichon to hear her since he was still forced to sit next to the 'pretty boy' and the boy turned to look at her. Her words had been filled with spite, and considering the fact she wasn't even doing him the favor of acknowladging him, keeping her eyes on the board, he assumed it was also directed at him.

But when two people lifted their hands, and one of them was Descamps she slowly turned to look at Pichon. The boy had never felt so nervous in his life like he did under her glare "What did you do?" she hissed

"This isn't my fault." he whispered back, lacking her bite "Besides you don't want me to be class president."

"Oh, so Annick is stupid for giving you the date out of everyone?"

"Annick is not stupid"

"Bravo, great observation." she mock clapped without making any sound

Now Pichon was about to give a snide remark back, not understanding what her problem is. Besides, he actually believed Annick was the smartest one of their classmates so she deserved the title better than anyone, just because that wasn't allowed doesn't mean it was his fault but then Giraud spoke up making them whip their heads forward again, paying their full attention.

Felbec gave the wrong answer (to which Gabrielle smiled), that left Descamps, who obviously had the right answer but just when both Pichon and Gabrielle thought that that was it and where about to resume their fight the teacher asked;

"And where did you get that information?"

Seeing an opportunity, Gabrielle started nudging Pichon with her elbow, starting off lightly but when he wouldn't budge she got more forceful till he finally got up, otherwise she might have beat him up.

"I gave him the date."

Now, Pichon was officially the class president. The entire class was looking at him, Gabrielle looked at Annick who met her gaze, clearly this was bittersweet for her. She took it all with grace, of course, but at least Pichon was president. The blonde had chosen him, at the end of the day. At least she got to do that.

It was a victory.

Then there was Descamps, and by extension Gabrielle who, simply put, experienced a failure. Because Jean-Pierre simply got a slap on the wrist that was never going to actually affect his grades, or his future. Far better than a missing eye.

When word got out, the class had just ended and everyone had already packed up their supplies, looking forward to going home. Simone came up to Gabrielle anouncing the news, throwing her arms around her in excitement. Such was her excitement, that she failed to recognise Gabrielle's bewilderment at the fact. Even when she didn't feel her hug back, the Algerian did not pay any mind for she pulled back quickly, running off to find Michele.

That left Descamps, Dupin and Gabrielle in the classroom. All of them had moved past the shock, now only feeling the unfairness of the situation.

Why did this wound Gabrielle? Did it affect her pride, because she had bet on the losing side? Or was it simply due to the fact that at the end of the day she just knew Joseph the longest?

The Magnan siblings weren't her friends, but neither was Joseph. He hadn't been for a long time.

That was your decision.

Then her mind settled on a reason she liked more: Unfairness.

"And to think I wanted to complain about Giraud." Now she knew that she had to simply endure using the boys toilets and being called a boy on a daily basis. Thinking about how this might be her school life till graduation (if she made it that long), made her grind her teeth, her fist slamming on the table next to her. Dupin was the only one to jump at the sudden outburst, but he was more confused than startled when his best friend said;

"Maybe if she takes your eye out they will give her 8 days expulsion." Joseph spat out, eyebrows furrowed. Gabrielle was taken aback by the sudden urge to smooth over the lines between his brows so she just grab her stuff and stormed out.

The blonde simply watched her walk away.

"Do you know each other?" Dupin finally asked, once the girl was gone. He had spent the better part of their 'conversation' (if one could even call it that) watching the two. It was curious. He was certain his best friend was into someone for a while but there is simply no way... He was checking her out that's for sure but that didn't mean anything.

"She is my neighbor."

On his way home, Joseph was contemplanting murder. Especially because as he walked home his blind side became more obvious than ever before. He wasn't used to it, and it made him furious that he had to get used it because this would be his life from now on. It still hadn't sunk in completely, sometimes he woke up and forgot, or hoped that it was a dream. That he would wake up and be whole again. And his mother would not look at him with those sad eyes, as if looking at him pained her.

He assumed it did. Everyone looked at him weird now.

The only ones who did not offer words of pity were Dupin and Gabrielle. Strange how the latter wasn't even his friend anymore, yet he felt her as close as before.

'It makes you look tough. Lot's of girls go for that'

'How will you get through with all the girls checking you out?'

Joseph paused wondering if it was strange that the two mirrored each other so clearly. Is it weird he chose to be close to people with similar personalities? He had a type, maybe. People who knew he didn't need pity.

One of these people he found leaning on the wall next to her house door. Her bag was leaning on the wall next to her feet, and she didn't show any signs of actually wanting to go in. Not that he found it strange, she did this everyday after school. For some quite, perhaps. Joseph reconned it was difficult to get that with a six year old in the house. The youngest Blanc daughter was for sure spirited, talkative and absolutely obsessed with her eldest sister. She was a cute kid, the blonde had to admit, but exhausting like all kids.

Joseph walked over to her, leaning on the wall right next to her. She didn't say anything, neither did he. And since she didn't wish him to leave, he just lit a cigarette, passing it over to Gabrielle who accepted it. The next minutes were spend in piece when there was the sound of something breaking in the house.

The boy watched her with a smile as she closed her eyes in exasperation when a small "Oops." was heard from the room right above them.

Gabrielle's room.

"That was mine."

He laughed at her tone "You can't even scold her, she is cute."

"I can and I will."

One thing Joseph would never complain about was being an only child. As if being able to read his thoughts, Gabrielle glared at him "Lucky bastard."

Chewing at the inside of her cheek, which was already quite scarred, Gabrielle was trying to answer one question till she couldn't hold back anymore "Why did Pichon give you the date?" She just had to know. The two boys didn't even like each other so this was weird and she couldn't ask Pichon

"Maybe I found out by myself" he countered making her scoff

"Not even Pichon found out by himself."

"Sabiani." he immediately said, slightly catching her by suprise. Joseph had a brain for being an asshole, and for hitting on girls. Sometimes she forgot he could use it for other reasons as well.

"He wanted me to stop fucking with Applebaum." he admitted with as a shrug. Gabrielle scowled at the mention. Applebaum was one person she actually wanted Joseph to be an asshole to. He was just... weird. The way he stared at their chest was ten times worse than that of her other classmates. It was like that's all he saw, nothing else.

"I don't like Applebaum. He looks at us weird. The girls I mean."

The blonde gave her a look and she explained "I know you all stare at us. But when we talk to the rest of you at least you have the decency to look at our faces. He is just.... " a disgusted scowl was all she could do to describe how he made her feel. It was a disgust that went beyond words, it rooted in every girls bones and it was a certain disgust they would all feel at some point. Feeling like they were the disgusting ones.

"With Pichon being your friend ,"he basically spat out the word "you could always ask him to stop it."

Gabrielle turned her entire body to face him and he did not shy away from her disbelieving gaze.

"Pichon is not my fucking friend."

"Do you always whisper to your non-friends this close?" To prove a point he stepped closer, inching his face closer to Gabrielle's who, as he expected held her ground. "Go on. Demonstrate."

"Careful, the last time you acted all high and mighty you lost an eye."

Both of them stubborn and head strong, none of them wanted to be the first to back down or break eye contact. To do so would mean failure, and as the day had proven they were sore losers.

Another crushing sound made Gabrielle whip her head to the side, trying to decipher what else had gotten damaged. She realized quite quickly that it propably wasn't hers when the reality downed on her. He had been close, so close, that when she had turned her head at the sound her nose almost grazed his. She should've taken a step back, she definitely had space, but she didn't.

Listening to her own advice, Gabrielle took a step back even though Joseph wasn't as close anymore. No amount of distance seemed good enough at the moment- she needed him to dissapear from her sight. Swiftly she fished four cigarettes from her pocket, held them to his chest (totally unnecessary, she knew it), grabbed her stuff and got inside the house.

Joseph just stood there, holding the cigarettes to his chest with one thing in his mind: Applebaum's life was going to be hell from now on.

It's not like he was going to honor the deal with Pichon, especially seeing as he didn't become class president. Besides, Applebaum was the easiest person one could mess with, it's not like he had much going for him. Though he had originally his sights set on Pichon, who seemed to be getting far too close with Gabrielle for his liking.

Killing two birds with one stone didn't sound so bad.

"Stay out of my room!" Gabrielle screamed at the top of her lungs before slamming the door behind her, ignoring her mum's protests to her behavior. She needed to think - No, in fact, she knew exactly what she wanted- to not be around Descamps. Just because she had two conversations with him doesn't mean she wanted to be his fucking friend.

"No more being friendly with Jose- fuck,- with Descamps."

"Tomorrow you are helping your dad with the shop!" her mums voice bellowed around the house

"I have school!" Gabrielle reminded, her tone matching her mums. It was a miracle that the house was still standing with their voices shaking its core.

"Not tomorrow." The finality in her mothers voice did not allow any arguements to be raised.

Gabrielle's fist connected with the wooden door behind her, the stinging in her hand going unnoticed by the girl who simply sighed.

Helping out her dad in the store meant waking up at 4 o'clock sharp, grabbing breakfast in silence since both she and her dad were too out of it yet to be able to converse with anything other than grunts. Get dressed, quickly because her dad was waiting at the door with their stuff and a hat in hand which he put on Gabrielle's head when she came down.

The silence followed them throughout the day but none of them seemed to mind. On the contrary, Gabrielle found peace more in her fathers quite than in any word they could ex-change. It's not that they understood each other in some soul type of way, like Gabrielle had read plenty of times in poetry. They had just grown used to each other, family was like that. Not some complex understanding and over complicated talks, simply understanding and love after years of spending them together.

The girl was pleased with the calmness of the day.

Said calmness did not last because in the evening there was a knock at the door and when the girl went to open it, cursing God for making her get up after just having the opportunity to lay down after a bath, and cursing it even harder when on the other side of her door was Descamps and Dupin with matching mischievious expressions. Gabrielle, in her shock, womdered if this is how she and her sisters looked to their parents when they got in trouble.

"We are your partners for a project."

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