(Viewpoint: Herese)
I still found it strange.
Maëva had become kind.
Finally...
"Nice" was perhaps a strong word since she stared at me right afterwards.
She remains very detestable.
I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye and whispered to myself
– bizarre
She turned her head.
– Do you want my picture?
As usual, Herese remained loyal, appearing cold and distant out of fear of "humans," but the only thing one saw in him was his arrogance and, above all, this feeling.
of inferiority that he would develop towards anyone unfortunate enough to look at him.
– No, thank you.
But his opponent was tougher because his egocentrism was even greater.
– Then stop looking at me.
– idiot
I turned my eyes away from the school, even more disappointed.
It's full of weirdness, I almost feel nostalgic for my primary school years.
The day passed quickly, thankfully, if it had been long.
I will already be on the first floor to try to put an end to it.
Surprisingly, quickly.
Or perhaps because I knew that at 4 p.m., I was going to have to fight.
No doubt
Or maybe because the whole class seemed to have decided to count the minutes for me.
At every change of course, someone was talking about the duel.
At each break, someone would ask who was going to win.
I didn't care, but he had taken the liberty of betting on our lives.
I think the sequence of events is quite easy to guess.
I beat him once, I'll beat him a second time, simple.
Finally...
That's obvious.
Then the final bell rang.
3 p.m.
How awful.
The students immediately left the classrooms.
No one was going home.
Everyone gathered in front of the school gates.
and half of them were around Alex, inflating his ego.
Ridicule .
They stared at me, a real contempt shining in their eyes, a little seriousness please.
But Maeva took the initiative to drag me away before I could even protest.
She dragged me to the center of these humans and pulled me by the arm like a criminal.
Strangely, the arenas were located near the beach, it was in the basement of this abandoned hotel, "Palme Beach".
It was probably the noisiest place she showed me in this city.
The waves could be heard from the basement.
The sea wind was blowing through the open corridors.
And several circular fields had been constructed with white bags filled with a strange sand.
The arenas were empty.
Groups of students dispersed around an improvised arena, and I
I was almost pushed inside.
She walked calmly and joined the rest of the class.
– COME ON, COME ON, FIGHT!
I shrugged.
Alex arrived last, carried by his supporters, once he had landed on the ground
He takes off his vest.
Then he entered the field.
– Herese!
I looked up at the sky.
All eyes turned towards me.
I sighed even more loudly.
What a pain.
At least I had time to put down my bag.
Maëva stayed near the edge and retrieved it.
Let's finish quickly so François doesn't yell at me.
– Don't die.
Maeva launched, with a touch of irony, "She doesn't seem too keen on my side."
– Very kind
She smiled slightly.
He was wasting my time
Alex cracked his knuckles.
– You are brave
...
He is really weak.
I couldn't even deny it.
I raised my hands.
Guard position.
Alex burst out laughing.
– What is this position?
I exhaled a good blast of air
Calm down
Hold back, but his few supporters laughed.
They are really noisy.
BOOM!
His fist came straight towards my face.
I duck down just in time.
the dirty, sneaky one
His fist passes over my head.
I'm backing away.
He stepped back immediately.
PAF !
His puppets began throwing small pebbles that hit my shoulder.
I turn around to look at the so-called referees sitting over there.
– Damn it! They're throwing stones, can't you see?
They look at each other and exchange a laugh.
– What are you talking about, which pebbles?
BAM !
a large stone hits me
My arms are trembling.
The pain travels up to my shoulders.
Alex takes advantage and charges
A blow.
Two.
Three.
I'm stuck on the first one.
I'm avoiding the second one.
The third one hits me in the stomach.
PAF !
I'm backing away again.
It's a fairly weak blow, but the stones increase double.
– Ugh...
He grabbed my arm and held on tight.
I try to free myself.
shit.
He pulls on the ground with his full weight.
BOOM!
The sand bursts around me, dust gets in my eyes and my nose
Alex, like a coward, freezes above and starts unleashing a flurry of jerky punches.
The students shout with delight.
– He's being massacred!
– It's already over!
I grit my teeth, cross my arms, and block these weak blows, but
I find myself stuck on the ground by the dust
and the pebbles that are becoming increasingly painful to bear.
BAM !
I managed to get one right in the cheek.
My vision is a little blurry.
It's burning.
Alex smiled without stopping his punches.
– So, you're not so cocky now?
– a coward who dares to speak!
I spit weakly.
- You're starting to understand, naive one.