Fabian was trying not to laugh out loud, chuckling from time to time as Jeanne in the passenger seat next to him sulked. “Stop making fun of me, these girls had their viper eyes on you. ” "I may be handsome but I'm not frivolous sweetie. I don't know how to look at another woman when I'm in love" Jeanne blushed before scratching her smiling face. “Me neither… I don’t know looked elsewhere… I love you way too much to do that” Fabian nodded, putting his hand on Jeanne's. He kept driving for a few more minutes and at the end, he parked in front of a fitness center but on the side, there was a sign for a bodyguard agency. Jeanne came out admiring the buildings and immediately felt a little intimidated. She worked for so long as a maid in her corner without really having to interact with people, but now she has to work in a position where she will have to talk to users all the time. She will have to be both courteous and smiling which is not very easy for her who is so antisocial.
Michaël and I were in the car and I wondered why he looked so drawn. He seemed preoccupied and I could already see that he had a problem that must be bothering him. I grabbed his arm and he looked at me giving me a smile that was meant to be reassuring but I didn't believe it. "I'm fine babe...don't worry" I blushed letting him go before tweaking my fingers in embarrassment. Babe? If Michaël calls me that, does that mean we're a couple? I felt his hand land on mine and I looked up at him. “Does it bother you that I call you that? I thought that … " I put my finger to his lips and smiled shaking my head. This seemed to reassure him before he crossed our fingers together and brought them back to his lips. Is it possible? Michael and I are dating? I grinned ear to ear before resting my head on his shoulder. "Fabian, we're not going straight home...I'm going to take Emma on a date as she has no work today. Would you like to leave us in front of the cinema in Central? » F
We arrived at the concertation and as Michaël had already pointed out, we were alone because he had rented the place just for the two of us. Hand in hand, fingers intertwined, we entered as the manager of the place greeted us. “Mr. Michaël Keller, I am happy that you have chosen this place for which I am responsible… this way, follow me” We followed the man and soon we were in a huge room with seats and a stage with a huge piano. It was so beautiful as I closed my eyes imagining myself in front of a crowd of people who had come to hear me play at a concert. It makes me so dreamy and eager that I have only one desire, for this dream to come true. Michael stroked my fingers drawing my attention to him as I looked up at his face. “One day, you will play in front of thousands of people and everyone will admire you” I smiled happily, maybe then I'll be truly worthy to stand by Michael's side. I had to succeed in becoming someone who deserves to be with him, someone who could make
"So as I told you earlier, I'm Rayan Fellts and I'm 20 years old. I'm a student in a music school and since I only have classes three times a week, I run a small music school for young people and children who want to have a good and solid foundation in music…” I nodded as Michael crossed his arms. "I would have thought you would be 25... so it's just 20" I looked at Michael pouting and wondered what his point was again. Rayan smiled before clearing his throat. "Indeed, I don't look my age, but it's true, I'm 20" " What a pity " I nudged his rib before he finally calmed down. Rayan laughed at our interaction before looking at me with a smile. "So what's your name?" » “Her name is Emma… and before you start asking questions, Emma is mute” “She is mute? » Rayan looked stunned and I felt a little bad, why was it so strange for people to deal with a disabled person? We are human too and our disability shouldn't hurt people as much as it does a curse. I lowered my head sadly
John Keller had before his eyes a stack of rather interesting documents, he had to admit it. There was information he thought was useful but at the same time, he knew it wouldn't be enough so he needed more. In his environment, to obtain something, the means had to fit with the environment, and in his case, he had the means but did not know if that would be enough to swing the situation to his advantage. It was so easy to leave now and tell Jeanne that her boyfriend is a little rascal who has had to hang out with unsavory people but then he doesn't know what her reaction will be. Maybe she's so in love that she wouldn't care. Ah, he needs data, he just can't go and tell her things like that about Fabian, if she's really into this relationship, it would pass for simple defamation driven by his jealousy. He would therefore lose an opportunity to conquer this woman and the possibility of getting his hands on her future fortune. He's not dumb enough to start a business that could
Michaël arrived in his father's office with a closed face. He had no intention of staying there long especially since he had to pick Emma up and then go to school. His father sat in his office with his usual cold face as he held a stack of documents in his hand. He seemed to be flipping through them and when he heard his office door close, he looked up at his son. “I almost waited…” Michaël did not answer, he was not there for that. If he got into one of their fights again, he wouldn't see the end of it. So he's going to get straight to the point. " What do you want? » “Oh well done…I spend a small fortune to pay for your high school education, private lessons with the best teachers in the world and you don’t even dare to say hello to me? By the way, I have the impression that your private teachers no longer come. “Firstly the fact that I am so rude must be hereditary since I took it from you. Second, I no longer need them at least that they come all week. The weekend is
I walked through the halls of the school with a feeling of discomfort that blocked my throat. The feeling was strong and heavy, I was afraid and shivers ran through my body. A more intense cold than normal had frozen all the cells of my body while the school had the boiler room which worked rather very well. I pulled my coat back over my shoulders as I looked around. I felt like I was being watched and then I felt very paranoid. Why would people even care about my poor existence? I'm not that important, I certainly shouldn't think so highly of myself. I put my hand on my forehead as small droplets of sweat settled there. I sighed before finally arriving in front of my classroom. I was sick of that suffocating feeling in the hallway. I opened the door as the ruckus I heard outside had died down. Slowly I walked towards my place keeping my face down, I didn't feel able to face the looks I knew were on me without even understanding why I would receive so much attention. I swal
For the rest of the day, I faced a lot of teasing that didn't seem like it. Trips, discreet insults, and the worst were when I wanted to go change for a sports class. The girls closed the door in my face before opening it when they were done changing. When I got to my locker, I found it open and there was a horrible smell coming from it. It was fermented soy water if I refer to the smell. Someone had sprinkled it all over my locker and my gym clothes were covered in it but the most important thing is that it was unusable so much it was wet and smelly. At the bottom of my locker, there was lipstick written '' A shit smell for a shit ''. I started crying sitting on the bench. I was not going to go to sports class, it would be useless since I do not have the appropriate equipment. I cried in the locker room for I don't know how long realizing that from the beginning, these people were pretending. They pretended not to blame me because I had Michael's protection and they didn't