Camille Rewinds Page #3

Hand in your assignments.

What was it on?

Military and economic conflict

between the USSR.

and the United States.

I'm waiting.

I'm sorry. I didn't do my assignment.

Why not?

I was elsewhere.

Personal problems.

Remember what I said?

Hand in your papers.

Stop talking.

Why are you out here?

- I forgot my homework.

- Notebook.

Write it 300 times.

Study hall.

Do I know you?

Psycho.

She'd get...

She takes tiny feminine steps.

You have 16 in femininity.

A six-point difference?

You find her feminine?

Your body has a major problem.

I don't know what. It's weird.

Maybe your ass is flat.

Show us your ass.

That's it. Totally flat.

Too flat for your b*obs.

They're gigantic.

So weird!

Tits and ass don't match.

You were misassembled.

I know.

I give you 2 for ass.

That's a 4.5 average.

It's the look too.

Show yourself off!

You lose femininity points.

Can I go? Anything else?

Don't get upset.

I'd forgotten how awful this age is!

I get badmouthed by kids and I'm...

Don't give in.

There are exercises.

Right, Louise?

Tell her what to tell that b*tch.

B*tch.

Go on!

Bimbo!

Dirty whore!

F*** yourself, floozy!

I'll make you eat your scores,

sh*t bag!

Pathetic show-dog poodle!

I'll parade you naked at school

on a leash!

I'll swap your face with your ass

and see what score you get.

Not bad.

See? It just takes some training.

My problem's the opposite.

I'm not gentle.

Want to be gentle?

Sometimes.

That's easy.

When you light a cigarette...

The pack.

Don't lunge for it like a brute.

Do it gently.

Almost like a caress.

Then open it,

like a fancy jewelry box.

Then you choose the cigarette.

Like you're voting for the best one.

Take it, gently.

Light it.

Pause for a second.

Very important.

Take a deep breath

demurely looking away.

Gentlest girl in the world.

You make me want to try.

Too bad I don't smoke.

Look...

I make love to my cigarette.

The two of us

are head-over-heels in love.

Like two birds...

so beautiful, so delicate, rubbing...

the tips of their wings.

I'm gentle now.

Let's split.

Just don't talk to me.

Psycho.

Lock-tease?

Will you unlock my bike?

Now?

Too bad. They got along.

They've been chatting away.

Shop talk, bike to bike.

But friendly.

Listen...

You're there. I'm here.

You go that way. I go this way.

- What did I do to you?

- You ruined my life.

- Who's he?

- Forget it.

Is he out to get you

or vice versa?

I feel something.

Think I have a chance with her?

- Change yourjokes.

- The bike?

Lock-tease.

Not with a girl like her.

She's a Mathilde de la Mle.

Haughty, proud, capricious.

A nightmare.

Who?

"The Red and the Black".

In the book

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