Y/n's heels clunked, making a consistent noise that could be heard along the stone walkway.

She hadn't expected the school to only gain twelve female students, and her entrance was much worse than she thought it would be.

Boys ogled at Y/n, looking at her uncovered arms and legs. She wore an olive colored dress that fell slightly below her knees, and neutral colored heels that were passed down from her mother.

It was only the 60's, and it felt like they had never seen a woman other than their mother. She tugged onto her beige coat, covering her figure.

"Isn't that girl cute, Joseph?" Dupin exclaimed, breaking Joseph out of his trance. Joseph gazed at her, but he clearly wasn't interested. Y/n looked as average as anyone else, so why would he care?

There had been a more appealing girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, and Y/n clearly wasn't his type.

He rolled his eyes as he hyper focused on his friend's comments about their new homeroom teachers as they came up to the massive board.

Both had gotten Giraud, although they prayed for a lenient teacher that year.

Y/n had ran over to the only other girls she saw, a girl with blonde braids and her friend with a shoulder length brown bob. They welcomed her with toothy grins and giggles.

The girl with the braids spoke cheerfully, "We thought we were the only girls here! My name is Michèle, and my friend is Simone!"As they spoke, Y/n couldn't help but feel warm and welcomed.

"I can't believe we're the only girls here! Is there any way for these boys to stop staring? I feel like an alien!" Y/n finally spoke, breaking the pause.

The girls laughed along, and it had felt like she had been friends with them since forever. The three decided on checking their homerooms, worried that they wouldn't share the same class.

"Miss. Giraud? I'm super unlucky!" A stout boy spoke out as he read the board. The three girls had Giraud as well, and Y/n had no idea why he was so panicked.

Simone cleared her throat and spoke, "What's wrong with Miss. Giraud?" The boy, whose name was 'Pichon' or Henri, shivered as Simone mentioned her name. "She's so strict! She doesn't let us do anything and she's so old fashioned!"

Michèle groaned in frustration as the group walked away from the board. "We can never catch a break, can we?"

As the group walked by, Y/n's shoulder brushed by Joseph's. He held eye contact with a stony glare spread across his face as she scowled back at him. He cursed as he spoke, "Watch where you're going, or else you'll regret it."

She laughed as she walked by and ignored him. Frustration racked inside of his body as he wanted some type of reaction out of her.

Miss. Giraud was the greatest pain in the ass, mostly because of her immense hatred for her own gender. She refused even answer questions from girls, and she was far too particular about answers.

Before class had even begun, Miss. Giraud yelled at Pichon for sitting next to a girl. He was forced to move to the back, even though he couldn't see. Even during the lesson, she was overly critical.

"And who was this war between Annick?" She spoke to the blonde girl in the front of the classroom. Annick responded with the obvious correct answer, but she had apparently forgotten the 'British Defense Forces' so her answer was considered half-true.

Miss. Giraud chastised her in front of the class as some guys, including Joseph and Dupin laughed. They had also laughed earlier when Pichon was told to get up and called them names.

She was tired of the terrible treatment given by those boys. They were just bullies who had nothing else to do with their time. She knew they didn't like that girls joined their school, but they'd have to get used to it. Y/n had realized that the guy she knocked into was also laughing.

Y/n glanced at Joseph, who was looking off into the distance, absorbed in his coffee colored eyes that she could just soak in for hours if he gave her the opportunity. It was a comforting deep color that she wouldn't mind falling into. She stared at the creases along the ends of his eyes that were pronounced on his ivory complexion, and his parted blush lips.

Should she have been staring this much? He was a total prick, and he seemed really misogynistic. It was clear that he didn't like the school becoming co-ed. Even if he was beautiful, his personality ruined it. She looked away to conceal her internal thoughts.

Joseph stared back at Y/n, examining her face after feeling her judgmental eyes. He admired the way that her hair framed her face, and the way she twirled her pencil in her hand. He hadn't noticed before, but she had this certain glimmer in her eyes that could easily capture someone's attention.

She annoyed him though, especially this morning when she ignored him. Girls were too much, and ruined the environment of the school. Maybe he'd see a reaction from her if he did something a bit drastic.

As the bell rung, Joseph stuck his foot out when he saw that Y/n was close. Her heels caught onto his dress shoes as she stumbled onto the floor. Her knees scraped along the wood floor, as Simone and Michèle ran over to help her up. Joseph laughed while Jean had a concerned face.

"Are you okay, Y/n? Are you hurt?" Dupin quickly asked, his guilt seeping through his words. He knew Joseph had done it on purpose, but he still wanted to check on you.

"I'm fine, mistakes happen." Y/n replied as she glared at Joseph. He was so dramatic, just like every other boy who attended this school.

Small amounts of blood dripped from Y/n's knees, staining the oak colored wood floorboards. "You're bleeding!" Simone exclaimed as she began to stand up. "We can walk and ask for some bandages, it doesn't hurt too much." Y/n spoke calmly, as she began walking towards the door.

Joseph refused to make sense of how she acted. She didn't waste energy on him, and he felt curious on how she could refrain from retaliating. She seemed so perfect, and he just couldn't get over it. There was no way he'd let some girl get away with that. He'd just have to figure out what she was actually thinking.

Latin was the next class, and Y/n had shown up slightly late due to her injury. She sat next to Michèle as Mr. Doulliard droned on.

Commotion began in the back of the classroom, and a note was being passed upwards. The note was given to a boy with brown curly hair as soon as the teacher turned around.

Mr. Doulliard asked him to show the note, and after seeing the contents, berated him. "Do you think this is funny?" The man spoke sternly.

"I didn't do it!" The boy repeated a few times, but Mr. Doulliard brushed it aside. "All offenders have the same name, 'I didn't do it!'"

"What is your name, young man?" The older man spat out, staring down at him. "Alain L'aubrac, sir." The teacher's eyebrows furrowed as he realized who he was.

"Some foster child trying to get an education? They couldn't teach you respect there? You have no place in my class, get out!" Mr. Doulliard embarrassed him in front of the class, leading Michèle to speak up.

"He didn't do anything! Leave him alone!" She said in a defensive tone. Upon hearing her retaliation, he forced the two to go to the office.

Y/n scowled at Joseph as he laughed without a care in the world. He was able to get away with anything, with absolutely no consequences. His privilege pissed her off more than anything.