"He was bad. He smoked, he broke the law, he drove too fast for his own good. He didn't care because no one taught him how to. But when it came to her, he wanted to be the best man. He couldn't bare the thought of her being hurt by him... or by anyo...
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𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯
It has been 4 days since I left Ariadne in her room with her mouth agape after what I said to her.
We had only spoken a few times in our Catholic thought class now that the teacher assigned us a seating plan.
It was quite funny that he had to make a seating plan for people in an academy/university.
I wasn't complaining though since I got to have a blushing and squirming Ariadne sitting beside me.
It was amusing watching her blush and squirm in her seat because I was sitting beside her and would occasionally look at her.
She would try her hardest to pay attention to what the teacher was saying but would get distracted anytime I moved.
I found it cute but amusing how flustered she got around me
The bell went signalling it was the last class of the day and everyone sprung out of their chairs in a rush to leave.
Much to my surprise, Ariadne was one of them. She was quick to stand and start throwing things inside her bag so she could leave.
What is up with her?
She pushed in her chair and I followed a few feet behind her as she quickly made her way to the door to leave.
She was out the door in a rush, but she was in so much of a rush, that she didn't zip her bag up properly and a book fell out of it.
I reach down to pick it up and look to see it wasn't one of our workbooks. It was a white leather book with fancy little patterns on it, it had a fancy gold heart, a leather strap and a button.
"Ariadne wait" I call out and catch up to her
The book looked small in my hands, it piqued my interest with what was inside it, but I didn't open it.
"Y-Yes?" Ariadne stops and turns around
"You dropped this" I raise my brow and hold up her book as I stood in front of her
For some reason, her eyes widen, her face becomes red and she looks like she's going to have a heart attack at the sight of me holding this book.
Is she breathing?
She stood there for a few seconds with her mouth open and her hands trembling, I couldn't understand why.
"Are you okay?" I ask with furrowed eyebrows
"I-yes-can I?" She stutters nervously and holds out her trembling hands for her book
"It is yours." I laugh at her acting so weird and hand her the book
