Transferring to a new school can be a new experience, especially when you're Vincent Florence. Going from public school to attending the most prestigious academy in the world proves to be a challenge to Vincent as he adjusts to a new environment.
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Vincent Florence
“Is that everything?” I asked, scanning the almost bare room.
“Yup! That’s everything.” Connor replied.
“I’m going to miss speaking to you at night time. It won't be the same as it was before when I can easily slide over the painting and talk to you.” I said.
“You’ll be fine, you idiot. Just text me when you get bored up in that tower and we can talk all night until we fall asleep from exhaustion.” Connor said.
I took a final scan of the room. The state was back to how it was when I first moved here. There was just an empty bed, a desk and chair, and a sink in the corner. Gone are the loose clothing scattered on the floor. My several academic books and mini stove I brought with me.
“Well, it’s time for you to leave this place of peasantry and join the higher echelons.” Connor said.
“Oh Em Gee! Just like Sofia the First! I really did become a princess overnight.” I eagerly said.
“Are you sure you’re a senior?” Connor sarcastically asked.
“But seriously, I’m not going to become some arrogant bitch when I leave. I’ll talk and hang out with the rest of you guys when we have the free time.”
“And will you be doing your main task?” Connor asked.
“Yes, gather intel on the student council. Sneaky deals or dirty secrets. I have a feeling that the tower is loaded with many skeletons.” I said.
“I know something is hidden there. And you’ll be the one to help us.” Connor placed his hand on my shoulder.
“And what do you all plan to do with the secrets I find out? Expose them or blackmail the student council?” I asked.
“That’s possibly the plan. We just know that we want them all to fall from their thrones.” He replied.
“We still need to figure out our second date. You’ve got any ideas?” I asked.
“Hmm. Well, there’s a beautiful oak tree a little ways from here. It’s a place where people go to have picnics. Unless a picnic sounds too informal for your tastes.”
“No, a picnic sounds like an ideal date! We’ll both create a basket with foods and bring them out. It sounds heavenly.” I said, feeling myself get excited over the next date.
“Then that settles it. We’ll choose a date soon.” Connor said. Connor smirked at me, his hand still on my shoulder and rubbing it. I reached out and placed my hand on his, rubbing his fingers. His rough hands were beautiful to touch.
Connor had been looking at me the entire time, he took a small step forward. His hand on my shoulder started to shift towards the back of my neck. I left out a small gasp upon his fingers slowly rubbing into my scalp.
