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Isabelle JEUDY

He and I went out together. He took the lead in directing me to the place he had mentioned earlier. I couldn't help but stare at him as he walked. I purse my lips excitedly. I really love his approach.

Lost in thought, I didn't have time to dodge a young man who stood with his back to me at the exit. We collided. Since he was giving me his back, it was up to me not to go straight for him. Unfortunately it had already happened. So I had to apologize. And that's what I was about to do.

-Oh ! Sorry! I didn't see you, I apologize.

"So you mean I'm invisible?" So is that it? He is offended.

-Uh no. No way. That's not what I said. I...

-You get Olivier out of there, Ernso threatens him. Go look elsewhere. And leave the little one alone.

The famous Olivier vacated the premises without flinching. Why is he so afraid of Ernso?

-You didn't need to use so much violence Ernso. He would have understood even if you had spoken lower. Besides, I was wrong. It was up to me to apologize.

- If you say so, he answers me without much conviction.

We just needed to cross the street to be where he said earlier. It was a small outdoor restaurant. There are barely ten tables. Nevertheless, the space is very attractive. I like. Especially how the tables are laid out. It is typically local. Ernso ordered for two as soon as we arrived.

-Tell me about yourself Isabelle, he asks me, looking at me with envy.

-What exactly would you like to know? I respond to him when I was uncomfortable with his staring too hard.

-I'm not someone who jumps around when I have to say something Isabelle, he said, taking my hands in his. I'm sure you must have guessed my intentions by bringing me closer to you. I have never needed a friend of the opposite sex. And it's not going to start any time soon. To tell you the truth, I don't believe in that kind of friendship at all. Friends I have three superb guys. To say what is, I really like you Isabelle. And I would just like to know if I can expect a few things from you, he admits to me after pausing for a few seconds.

I'm totally shocked by his lack of timing. How can we do so much in a rush?

-We barely know each other.

- And we'll have enough time for that my dear... Already, where do you live? With whom ? I could come and see you at your house without any problem if necessary? Could I ask you out too?

In all my life I have never met someone so direct. That alone put me off. However, he had most of the physical criteria to please me, however. I still answered his questions. But, I no longer saw myself in it. He's everything I hate as a man. Tactless... impatient. It's so frustrating to have a conversation with that kind of person.

Luckily we came with our dishes. I really didn't want to continue this conversation.

He had ordered pasta. Something I don't really like either. Not wanting to change a second time in a row in the same day, I tried to swallow a few branches. He watches me eat. I believe he got the message.

- You're not hot for pasta either?

He seemed to take pity on me. I wince and rest my gaze on my plate.

-You're going to have to like it, he warns me. Between the economic means and the lack of time, most of the time that's what you're going to eat here. Se manje etidyan (this is student food).

We had an hour break. During this time, Ernso never let go of me. We had time to go around the campus. I didn't want to do it when registering because I thought I would have enough time to do it automatically that I would be admitted. More so because that's what other people were doing. It must be said that I am quite complexed as a person. I don't like to do things like everyone else.

I called Jessica to explain to her what happened once at my house. With Sofiane, they are my only friends and we love each other so much. She told me that I shouldn't judge Ernso on the first try and stayed on this false note so I decided to give her another chance.

The week has gone by at breakneck speed. Ernso invited me to spend the weekend at his place. He told me he lived in Limonade, a locality not far from campus. So, on Saturday afternoon, I dressed up to go to his house. There was no one when I arrived. Which struck me as odd. In his room, there is only one bed on which he asked me to sit.

-You live alone ? I ask him a little puzzled.

- Not at all, he answers me very relaxed. We are in all 4 students who share the room.

-Ah! And where are the others? why it's just the two of us here right now? I ask him with fear in my stomach.

"Aren't you comfortable staying alone with me?" He asks me without looking at me.

-I didn't say that, I repeated without conviction.

He sat down next to me and approached me and started touching me. He slipped his hand between my thighs and was about to pull it up. I pushed him away abruptly.

-What do you do ?

- My intentions are clear, however, he returns to the charge. You knew that when you came here, I think. I like you Isabella. And I want to show you how he responds to my bewildered look.

-And ? Does that mean you can disrespect me for that? I question him.

-I don't do things like a willy Isabelle. Would you have liked me, Ernso, to give you the heart? What ? You wouldn't make me believe you're still a virgin, he slams me in the face, insisting.

- According to you, it is only my virginity which could represent a brake for you? If I'm not a virgin I can't not want to sleep with you Ernso? What is this mentality? We don't know each other that well, you and I. Why would you want to sleep with me?

He doesn't tell me anything. But looking at him, you can tell he's pissed off.

- First of all, who do you even think you are? Coming to your house tonight was a very bad mistake from what I see. I thought you were more civilized than that, I tell him, picking up my bag before heading straight for the exit.

I didn't have time to get to the door that he blocked me against this one. His warm breath against my neck no longer has any effect on me, I'm so angry.

- Not civilized! Me ?

He snatches a kiss from me before continuing his retort.

-You knew what I wanted. You came anyway Isabelle. You wanted it too. So don't come play the saints with me now. You wanted it just as much as I did. Admit it.

-Be a man and understand when a woman tells you no, Ernso, I say, freeing myself from his grip. Coming here can in no way mean that I have given my approval for anything other than chatting with you. To make love it takes two.

-Love? How old are you ? 15 years? Don't tell me that at your age you still believe in Prince Charming?

-Maybe not. But bullies like you don't make me want to.

-Fout ou deyò lakay mwen an (get out of my house), he gets angry. Where do you think you are? Were you told that I had taken the place of the transit lover? Cupid missed you my dear.

-With pleasure. I go out to him, going mad.

He moved aside to let me pass. The vein in his forehead was clearly visible. But I didn't give a damn about that. I didn't come to college to be fucked by everyone. From the first weeks even less. If he wants something with me, let him change his savagery first. And then we'll see. What kind of bullshit is that? And that's for later going to spoil my name with his friends later by explaining to them all the positions in which he took me. Well, it failed. I'm not one of his daughters who sleeps with the first comer. Pleasing me is one thing and sleeping with me is another. To be with someone, I have to feel this little connection... this alchemy... Above all, they don't tempt me a second time. And to say that I liked him.