The two teenagers took their way back while Emma, her nose in her phone, discovered the pleasure of having this tool in her hands. She discovered all the features and was amazed by the plurality of applications that Aden had asked to be installed there. She felt like everyone else now. For his part, Aden smiled. It was the first time he'd seen a girl her age be so taken up with something as mundane as a phone, or at least getting one. He just hopes she doesn't get addicted to it like the other girls and become obsessed with social media. Above all, he hates these kinds of girls. As long as there is a fashionable place recommended by one of these pseudo influencers, they all rush there with their phones in ID and decide to post the slightest activity that they will do there. It's annoying and off-putting. That's why the girl he's been dating is the sixth since the beginning of November and since it's already December, he's going to find another girl. The one he is dating is
Mr. Burns couldn't believe his eyes. And to think that he wanted to introduce Aden so that things could evolve between Michaël and Emma, now he realizes that he may have provoked the little beast. Whatever people say, he knows that Aden is a nice and sweet boy and he would always have taken care of Emma like a little sister. So, of course, his interventions would have been enough to make a certain boy jealous so that he would finally move and claim what belongs to him, that is to say, the heart of his little employee. It's true he certainly gets involved in things that don't concern him but for these kids, he wants them to be happy and knows full well that will only be if they are together as a couple. But here he may have just created something tragic given Aden's expression when he left but especially when he remembers his words and their ambiguity. He tends to think that he has just thrown these teenagers into adulthood. He looked back at the little couple at the back of the
Carla was smiling, her smile spreading all over her face so much that it could have hurt her jaw. Emma, the person for whom she had seen a huge interest was a regular customer at this library. Since then, she couldn't say. She too was enrolled here but she hadn't been there for a few months because she was preparing for her entrance exam to Central High School. But who would have thought that little Emma is also registered in this place… it is true with her boyfriend but she is certain that it was Emma who brought him here. He's far too busy to allow himself a distraction like reading books out of passion, so he takes advantage of his free time to accompany his girlfriend to this place. She finds it so adorable even if it's a shame, she had to disturb them when they were about to share a kiss, and seeing Michael's angry look, he didn't like it. It's crazy how you change when you're in love. He is so often expressionless, here he is ready to pounce on people when it comes to
Michaël had his face against the bathroom door. It's easy to say that love is fierce but it's crucial to have a small chance of seducing the girl he is in love with. Emma was categorical, she doesn't like anyone, and no boy affects her even a little bit. That is the most painful thing here. He may force his feelings on Emma, and he may hang on, but if she has no feelings for him, what's the point of even trying? Even if he confesses to her how much he is in love with her, it will only cause a feeling of discomfort between them because it would not be reciprocal and their beautiful friendship will only be ruined. He would rather be her friend than be forever deprived of her smile because he wanted more. It hurts but what can he do about it? He loves her but also respects her feelings and if she doesn't love him, it would be very selfish of him to force her. He turned around before sliding down the door and starting to cry again. "Screw it" He couldn't believe that all his drea
Jeanne had a headache, one that drives you almost mad, but not from pain, but from perplexity. She had just returned home and the events of that day were still disturbing her mind. She took out her phone and dialed Fabian's number, she didn't know if she should tell him or if there was no point in doing so. Would it be childish to tell him something so trivial? No, should she even take it as a triviality? She doesn't know what to think at this moment. Her boyfriend surely has other things on his mind than listening to such a sordid story. Especially if she remembers that the man had already expressed the wish to be her friend. But it's also weird since she didn't expect he would be so cheeky to pick her up from work, she looks a bit lost. Without realizing it, she had made the call and it was Fabian's soft comforting voice that woke her up from her space. # Sweetheart good evening, I was about to call you. How was your day? " Babe… " Fabian missed a beat not expecting t
John Keller felt very good, no he was completely over the moon. He had asked his driver to follow Jeanne and find out about her working hours from a colleague to whom he had given a few dollars. Tongues were easily loosened and they had a detailed program of Jeanne's activity that day and even during all the other days. He is so proud when everything goes his way. Jeanne is a really beautiful girl even if he does not always understand how a girl of her rank can be so undistinguished. She lacks manners and this servant-like appearance does not please him very much. How could that witch Amanda have educated her daughter so badly? Not that the girl has vulgar or abusive behavior but Jeanne does not have the presence and the grace of a girl of her social class. He wonders if it is not a play to hurt her mother but there it would not work. When you want to rebel, you do it to the end, that is to say, you become a real pest, which is not the case for this little one. In short, t
Snow, it was not the first time that I have seen it, but it is the first time that I have contemplated it. For the first time, I feel as if I am part of this world, everything suddenly seems very beautiful. And that is thanks to Michaël. As the snowflakes calmly fall from the sky, I take advantage of the warmth of Michael's arms watching them with fascination. His arm is around my shoulders and I can smell the heady scent of his perfume. It is so nice. I closed my eyes enjoying this time together. Further on, Carla watched us with a thin smile on her face. “He must love Emma…and her, her face is so sweet and red, she must be really in love with Michaël too…ah if I had known that such a cute girl came into this library, I wouldn't have stopped coming here all this time." I finally closed my eyes having enjoyed Michael's warmth enough before moving on. I was at work damn it, I just can't afford such freedoms. Michaël would have understood this and letting go of me, he took me
Michael had run inside his heart beating abnormally fast. It was a feeling that crushed his chest but it wasn't awkward either. On the contrary, it was so pleasant that he wanted to jump everywhere and shout his joy. Emma, his little princess, had spoken to him. He must imagine her embarrassment at having to do it, oh yes, but to think that she had done it for him and for a reason as simple as just handing him macaroons, he felt his mind in shambles. The world seemed to him to turn as if he were drunk and he had vertigo. He went to sit on a chair in the distance as he put his hand on his chest. He was going to choke if he continued like this, but the more he thought about Emma talking to him out loud, the more he struggled to think logically. He laid his head on the table hiding his face as he called himself stupid. Why was such a small thing driving him so crazy? It was only the girl he loves, who is almost mute, who avoids speaking because of her speech. This girl dared t