Chad's impatience grew as he waited for the bell to ring, a mischievous idea forming in his mind. He was determined to persuade Evie to do his homework for him, capitalizing on her not-so-subtle infatuation with his looks.
Finally, the bell chimed, signaling the end of the class. Chad wasted no time and approached the blue-haired villain with a confident grin. "Hey there," he greeted, winking at her. Evie's eyes lit up with excitement.
"Well, hello, Prince Charming," she responded, running her fingers along his muscular biceps while flashing a flirtatious smile. He leaned in closer, his lips close to her ear.
"Meet me under the bleachers," Chad whispered, his breath tickling her skin. He turned to the brunette princess beside Evie, who was giving him a questioning look. "Just need a minute to chat with her, okay?" He sought permission from the white-streaked girl, who nodded and began packing her things. Chad exited the room, and Evie quickly organized her belongings, eager to join Cinderella's son.
"Take care," the princess murmured as Evie passed by. The cryptic warning caught Evie off guard.
"Huh?" she inquired, slinging her bag over her shoulder. The brunette remained silent, her lips pressed into a thin line. Sensing something odd, Evie didn't press further and left the room. Arriving at the field, Evie spotted Chad leaning casually against a pole at the back of the bleachers. She hurried over to him, a smile playing on her lips.
"Does everyone at your place look as good as you?" Chad asked, flashing his signature 'smoldering gaze.' Evie tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I like to think I'm the fairest of them all. So, how many rooms are in your castle?" She quirked an eyebrow, throwing him off a little. Chad recovered quickly, playing along with her playful banter.
"Oh, too many to count," he answered with a hint of intrigue. Evie widened her eyes and leaned in slightly, as if preparing to kiss him, but he pulled away, leaving her disappointed. Chad internally chuckled at the success of his plan.
"You aced that chemistry problem today. You'll have all the nerds falling for you," Chad changed the topic, hoping to wrap up the conversation soon.
"I'm not that smart," Evie responded modestly. Chad chuckled in response. "Really, I'm not. But I'm... I'm really good at sewing and cooking and cleaning. You know, like your mother, Cinderella, without the ratty dress." Evie flirted with Chad in her unique way. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly and let out a nervous laugh. To solidify his control of the situation, Evie revealed her magic mirror, hoping to gain his trust.
"Check this out. I ask it where something is, and it tells me." She held her mirror out to him. Chad was taken aback as he studied the mirror closely.
"No way, can you make it find my phone?" he exclaimed in surprise. Evie shook her head, a smirk forming on her lips.
"Sorry, it won't work for you," she replied, taking the mirror back. Chad pouted playfully.
"No big deal. I'll just get a new one from my dad." He flexed his muscles. Evie smirked, slightly amused by his display.
"So, Prince Charming, I heard the fairy godmother's wand is in some boring museum. Do they always leave it there?" Evie's inquiry was carefully calculated. If Chad knew anything, it might help her and her friends get back on track.
Chad, eager to end the conversation, gave a cryptic response. "I'd love to chat more, but I'm swamped. Unless..." he hinted, leaving his sentence hanging. Evie leaned in, intrigued. "If you could knock out all my homework along with yours, maybe we could hang out sometime," he suggested, a hint of a grin on his lips. Evie nodded in agreement, momentarily speechless. Chad's smile widened, and he handed his bag to her with a playful force. "Thanks, babe," he said with a wink before darting off.
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𝓕𝓻𝓸𝔃𝓮𝓷 𝓗𝓾𝓮 [Slow Updates]
General FictionIn a world where frostiness reigns, a princess carved from seriousness, sternness, and icy reserve takes the center stage. As the illustrious prince's trusted advisor, her upbringing marries refinement with rigid authority. But beyond the chill, a c...