Viewpoint: Maëva
Hérèse had just arrived.
my centerpiece
As usual, he didn't seem to notice the stares that were turning towards him.
Upon entering the room, she accidentally bumped into a "problem".
– Maëva!
Why is she talking to me?
– You'll never guess what just happened!
Listening to Winnie, you'd think we were old friends.
She steps on my feet with her heels
– Move, you're crushing me, it looks like you're the one who's becoming the fat cow now.
She didn't even seem offended; clearly she had something more exciting on her mind.
– Raph is back!
Then she pushed me to the side.
To the foil.
My condolences to those who had bet on his absence until the end of the term.
We're going to have to listen to his life story on repeat again.
Winnie and the group of decorative objects that have reformed.
I slipped my phone deep into my pocket and went to my seat as quickly as possible.
Raph arrived with several bags from luxury boutiques. His jewelry sparkled in the morning light, and his smile was as natural as artificial flowers.
– You should have seen the hotel!
It was the first sentence to enter the classroom
– My father had booked a suite for the entire duration of the trip. At first, we thought we would stay a few days, but the meetings ran long and we ended up visiting several cities.
A general "hoooo" went through the room.
"So you've spent all these weeks traveling?" asked a girl who was smitten with our princess.
– Not exactly. But first, HELLO.
– I MISSED YOU ALL.
- YOU TOO
sang to his little, personality-less dog.
I feel like vomiting or doing pull-ups.
– There was a lot of work, but my father managed to dedicate some time to me. He even gave me a few little things during my stay.
She opened a jewelry box and handed a piece of jewelry to Winnie, who gazed at it with sincere admiration.
I sighed.
Here we go
Seven attendances since the start of the school year. Seven. And each one was enough to transform our classroom into a reception hall.
The worst part was that Raph wasn't doing anything particularly wrong, of course. She was talking about her life, handing out gifts, and answering her friends' questions.
It wasn't his fault if the others preferred to listen to his stories rather than discuss math problems.
After all, when you're beautiful you're stupid, and when you're ugly you love your notebooks.
What a philosopher this girl is.
A few minutes earlier, they still had a small group around the twins. Now, they were all around Raph.
"She had to come back today," I murmured.
I took my phone out from under the desk and sent a simple red-headed sticker
The twins seemed more disappointed than I was.
We convinced several more yesterday. If we continue at this pace, we will soon be able to organize a larger assembly.
[And how many are still here to listen to you?]
He turned towards me.
Adel pursed his lips when he saw Raph's group.
[This is only temporary], he stated via text message.
[The students will eventually understand that our cause is more important than gifts.]
[ Maybe.]
But in the meantime, your future revolutionaries are comparing bracelets.
I was so annoyed that I took a pen out of my bag, but put it away again; instead, I took out a book, just flipped through the pages, and pushed it into the corner of my locker.
I would like to FOLD it.
And Irene still isn't here; school starts at 6 o'clock.
All my little protesters were already wearing a bracelet given to them by the young girl, the girlfriend of the one who oppressed them; they laughed as they recounted that he had never received such an expensive gift.
Suddenly, silence fell over the room. I looked up, a little curious.
Raph abandoned his small circle of admirers and crossed the room, a shopping bag in his hand.
– Maëva! I was just about to come see you.
I looked up at her, then back down at my phone.
– Oh really? (Why is this crazy woman talking to me?)
She didn't let herself be discouraged. With a radiant smile, she took a small box out of the bag and placed it in front of me.
– Look what I brought you! I saw it during the trip and immediately thought of you. Remember, you said you liked this kind of thing?
I glanced at the box without touching it.
– That's kind, but I don't need it.
Her smile barely wavered.
"But it's not a question of need! It's a gift. You're not going to refuse a gift from your friend, are you?"
The word "friend" drew a few glances. A few steps away, a doting girl smiled, touched by what she clearly took to be a lovely gesture. Raph had always known how to present things in such a way that his role was impeccable.
Give me a brick, I'll start a revolution.
"Take it," she insisted, pushing the box towards me. "I chose it especially for you. You can't imagine how happy I was to give it to you."
– So, keep that memory of your joy. I don't want it.
Several conversations around us were already critical.
Raph glanced down at the box, then back up at me. She still had her gentle expression, but her fingers had closed around the handle of the bag.
– Okay, fine, are you still angry?
I hold his gaze.
– Are you still so incapable of accepting a refusal?
An awkward silence fell. Raph gave a little laugh, as if I had just made a tasteless joke.
"You see?" she said to the students who were watching us. "She's always been like that. But well, that's Maëva, I can't blame her for something so small."
She took the box and slipped it into my hand before I could stop her.
– Here. You can thank me later.
I immediately put it back in its bag.
– You piss me off so much
Her smile remained, but her gaze darkened for a moment. She picked up the bag, then turned to the others with a carefully cultivated lightness, as if the exchange had been nothing more than a minor argument between friends. Around us, they seemed merely amused.
The lord likes to test my ampati a lot, much too much.