26 Discussion. (2/2)
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The discussion has been going on for over an hour but Selena seems to be relaxing. ”Let me call you Leo, young man. I accept your relationship with Lisa, but treat her well. After Fashion Week Lisa has to come back for a few days in New York. I would like you to accompany her so that we know each other better. Of course it is not an obligation but just a personal wish. What do you think?”
Leo smiled. ”With pleasure, seeing New York has always been one of my desires so if I do not bother you, I will accompany Lisa and prove to you that I am serious about both of us.”
I I push gently Selena. ”Can you arrange with the agency so that I can spend time alone with Leo? Because having a chaperone would not be very nice and me they do not listen to me.”
Selena pinches my cheek. ”You behave seriously Lisa? I know you're not a little girl anymore, but the fact is, not only are you not of age, but many people are waiting for you to make a mistake to attack you.”
I want him to fuck me. I nod. ”I'll be careful that's all I can promise you.”
”You're still stubborn. Be careful then and we will do the right thing as we told you.”
As we get up, I try to go to Leo, but a hand still comes to hold my shoulder and Steve laughs. ”You will do that when we are not here, do not be so eager, my Lisa. Leo, take care of her and be serious that's all I'll ask you.”
Stop. ”But stop putting pressure on him or buy me a chastity belt and you'll be reassured.”
Outch it hurts. Selena was shooting me in the hallway by the ear. ”Mr. Archeville thank you for having received us. Leo happy to have met you, we leave before she says another stupidity.”
After a wink from Leo, a hand pull me out, we went down the stairs and came across a crowd of journalists. It seems that the visit of the parents-in-law did not go unnoticed. The questions against Leo constantly rained down and certainly to calm them a little, before getting into the car, Steve told them; ”We have just accepted the relationship between Lisa and Leo Archeville who is a reasonable young person.” As I rubbed my still painful ear, I was thinking about tomorrow morning and the new titles that these rots might find. It is said that the journalist must have ethics. It was certainly true fifty years ago but all of this is over today. to sell fake by pretending that this is the reality, chase their target like serial killers in need of corpse to be dismembered him, to sully the others more, to sell more and earn more is their new unofficial slogan. Returning to the apartment, I was surprised to find that Selena and Steve did not sleep at home but in a nearby hotel because for them, here the place was not enough for four. Fortunately they did not live where I lived because this apartment is for me a real palace. The next day I spent the day with my parents. We walked around the capital without anyone to tell me what to do or eat. Their visit is very pleasant in the sense that I feel freer. Fewer constraints are imposed on me and according to Steve, I will be able to go back to school tomorrow morning. They go home tonight, their absence can not drag on and their work will certainly not be done alone as they often repeat.
For my part, this weekend, I will devote myself to my training to be ready for the twenty-one because although the Fashion Week begins the twenty, the fashion show of Isabel Marant does not begin until Wednesday twenty-one to 02h00 pm, but it is not enough to climb on the catwalk. Madam x who wants me to discover how such an event is going in advance so I do not get stressed. She asked to Cindy to take me there on Tuesday to play the observers and explain to me what I might not understand. Friday I was finally not going to class and wondering if a private tutor would not be a better option but this situation will not always be prolonged. On Saturday and Sunday, two and a half hours for the morning and two the afternoon with Noémie. She made me work like a madwoman this woman without heart. Having all day walking to the sound of the same rhythmic music, when I step, still, I feel the bass resonate in my head. Only one sentence can conclude this weekend. My feet are sore.
Monday I finally took over the Lycée. As I was receiving the printed lessons at home each day that I was absent, I did not feel too lost, except in French, a subject in which I lose myself more and more. The teacher still refuses to help me, I went to a counselor to guide and help the students if they have problems in relation to the lessons or their comrades. I explained to him the situation as well as the refusal of my teacher to help me. For him everything had to start from a misunderstanding between the two of us, so he assured me that he will talk to her about it and that everything will be solved quickly. Finally,
Tuesday the twentieth arrived.