𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 | ᵐⁱˣᵗᵉ ¹⁹⁶³

Lycée Voltaire

"You look beautiful darling" your mother smiled as she turned the bacon over on the stove. "I'm sure you'll fit right in!" she delighted, trying to make you feel better about the whole situation.

"Thanks Ma" was all you managed to mutter as you stuffed your face with pancakes and bacon.

It was your first day at your new school and you felt like a total loser for being so nervous about it, it was your junior year after all, you should be accustomed by now.

You had decided to wear an off-shoulder black long sleeve paired with a black mini skirt and red pantyhose. Your shoes a matching shade of crimson red, a gift given to you by your best friend as a sort of going-away present.

Your hair was unruly and semi-curled but in a way that looked elegant and effortless. What really tied it all together, however, was the beautiful red necklace that adorned your chest—a family heirloom passed down by your mother.

"You better get going honey, it's getting late." Your mother reminded as you glanced at the clock.

7:45; with a school start time of 8:40 you couldn't understand why your mother wanted you to leave so early, given the school's mere 15-minute walk from home. Nevertheless, you respected her wishes and rinsed your plate swiftly, grabbing your bag and coat as you kissed your mother goodbye.

You enjoyed walking, so you didn't really mind leaving early, walking always seemed to bring you peace and clarity; you found yourself walking often.

Unfortunately, you couldn't help but think about your old routine from back home, where coffee dates with your best friend, Amalie, awaited. You didn't have much time to dwell on the thought however, as you soon arrived at your destination.

"Lycée Voltaire" you mumbled to yourself as you looked around at the charming institution in front of you, its weathered gates and lush courtyard promising.

There were some students already socializing in the courtyard, oddly all men.

'Must be too early,' you thought to yourself,
as you walked towards the school bulletin board.

You couldn't help but feel like everyone's eyes were on you, following your every step, your every breath, your every move, fuck, If you didn't know any better you'd say everyone was shamelessly watching you.

"Oh, thank god, I was starting to believe I was the only one that was gonna show up," you spun around at the voice, a young girl (around your age, you presumed) with shoulder-length hair and an inviting smile staring back at you.

You smiled warmly, unsure of what she meant. "Only one?" you asked, confusion evident in your facial expression.

"As in the only girl...." she tried explaining, which only made you more confused as you stared at her blankly.

The girl let out a worried chuckle as she spoke, "You do know today's the first day Voltaire becomes co-educational, right?" A beat. "Oh my gosh, you didn't know, did you?" The girl laughed, yet her expression remained concerned.

Of course. Of course, your parents would forget to mention that the new school you'd be attending would be an all-boys school turned co-Ed. Of course.

"I-I'm not from here," you responded sheepishly, embarrassed at how clueless you probably seemed.

"Simone Palladino," the girl smiled, her hand outstretched towards yours.

"Rose-Marie Desrosiers," you spoke, shaking the girl's hand.

"Is it just me or is everyone staring at us?" she joked.

"They are," responded an innocent-looking girl from beside you, her auburn pigtails and childish clothes betraying the confident and strong aura she exuded.

But before you could ask for her name a loud voice coming from the front of the courtyard interrupted you.

Students began to gather around a slim man with glasses, his slicked back hair and professional attire a sign that he was probably someone important.

With an air of nervousness the man began to speak, "Students of Lycée Voltaire, before the new school year begins we want to remind you to be the respectful young men we've taught you to be and please give a warm welcome to the new female students of the school," almost as if on cue all the boys began to cheer, some even whistling.

"Dogs" the girl with pigtails muttered underneath her breathe.

You looked around at the hoard of boys surrounding you horrified, only seeing about six other female students in the crowd.

"Fuck me." You sighed out loud.

"Anytime" you heard from behind you, a few snickers and laughs echoing behind the comment.

You turned around now focused on the tall dirty blonde with glasses in-front of you, eyebrows knitted.

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A/N: cliffhanger 🤗 (I'm just lazy and don't want to write any more LOL)

Basically I'm sorry if some things aren't accurate, I'm loosely following the plot of the series (and I mean LOOSELY) but I really do hope you enjoy!

This fic will probably be a SLOW burn
It will also be very smutty (eventually) 🤭

I'm also not great at writing (so sorry) but I was itching to write a Mixte 1963 fic 😥 (the chapters will get longer I promise)

Please comment and like if you can, I'd really appreciate it :) BYEEE 🫶