Our relationship

My relationship with Michaël is quite complex, I cannot say that we are friends but not that we are only comrades. He is the only one with whom I can exchange and I also appreciate his patience with me. He talks to me with kindness and when I have to talk to him he doesn't say anything to me when I take a long time to write what I want to say to him - no disparaging remarks - he just waits until I'm done then reads aloud voice to find out if what I wrote is exactly what I think and that's how we've been talking for a few weeks.

It makes me happy to be able to share with him even if it just boils down to studies and the fact that I know about his talent on the piano. Since that day we have never mentioned it again and given the way he reacts I don't want to talk about it, maybe he wouldn't like it. I'm just enjoying the fact that I can trade with someone my age without worrying about bullying.

We are sitting in our private corner in the library and unlike our usual it is only the break between classes, to be honest I have already been up to date on the class notes for a week before I arrive at high school in Central but he kept asking me to find him for work he said. Not that I'm complaining, no, it feels good to be with someone who seems to like me, no, that's not the problem.

What I find curious is why he is so friendly with me, yet he doesn't like to be around others, contrary to what I thought the first day I arrived here, he doesn't have any strictly speaking friends. The guys even on the contrary try to establish a relationship with him, to train his paw and the girls – well, they are the girls. Faced with a famous model, they go into ecstasy and become ridiculous in their way of sighing and screaming when they see him.

It starts from the second until the terminal several of our elders running after him like the youngest, I often pity him. They arrive like a swarm of bees around him and talk non-stop preventing me from breathing me his office neighbor so I dare not imagine what it is for him.

His frown becomes more pronounced at these times and he is used to going out, I know he is waiting for me in the library when before leaving class he gives me a discreet nod. I know that after class I will always find him there.

I straighten up pulling my attention away from the book I'm reading and put my hand on my cheek to look at it. He's been as usual for a few days on his phone doing I don't know what, but he looks worried. I don't know what he's reading but it seems to bother him.

I tap my fingers on the table to get his attention and he pulls his face up in panic for some reason. Eh ? He was looking at something not very modest? It is said that boys of this age have strange tendencies and even if he is apart Michaël must not be an exception, he is carried by his hormones as the presenter of the program that my sister watches every evening after his work.

"Oh, are you done reading? »

No, but I nod my head in agreement anyway. I look at him interested I'm curious I know but I want to know what he's looking at, maybe I don't have the right to ask him but I want to be closer to him... For me it's my only friend and I hope that for him I am also a friend.

I return my attention to his phone and frown to let him know I want to know I'm curious to know what he's reading - as a friend I can be curious can't I?

He scratches his cheek in embarrassment, his face turning red and he instead puts his phone away before smiling at me.

"It's a surprise, I won't tell you until I get there"

I shift my head to the side and he giggles, Michaël laughs a lot in my company and I admit I like to see him like that. Rather than that mean face he wears all the time.

I take a pen and a paper and I write then hand it to him.

"You should smile all the time, you seem nicer that way... no, I can't do it with everyone Emma, ​​it's because you're my friend that I do it with you"

My heart skips a beat, so we're friends for him too, I smile wide, my eyes shining like stars before shaking my head in delight.

"Okay, classes are going to resume, you should go"

I look at him in despair and he understands.

"I don't want to go, I'm tired today"

I pout but I can't blame him, he told me that the day before he finished filming a commercial very late so he wants to rest. I discovered that his father, who is also his agent, is the owner of a large multinational and since Michaël is the face of one of the brands in his group, his studies are constantly called into the background.

Not to worry, seeing my look, he told me that his father had hired someone for private lessons and that the high school component was just for the social side. It's hilarious when I hear this excuse, Michaël comes to school to make friends? Really ? A real joke since I arrived.

Social – for an antisocial.