Although it's the First Time

Chapter Eleven: Incident

Things were running quite smoothly after dinner with Vincent that night.

The next morning he followed behind me quietly as I had told him I wanted some space. From then on not much conversation was exchanged between us.

The walk to school was silent just as it was on the rooftop.

The fangirls seemed to have calmed down a bit. The occasional spitball or death glare was still in action, but nothing too serious.

WHAM!

I ran right into Vincent's back and fell.

"Slow down, Daisy.. I would worry about brain damage, but I don't think it could get any worse," he laughed looking down at me. I sat on the ground and rubbed my forehead.

"Here let me-"

"It's ok, I've got it," I rejected, pulling myself back onto my feet. I smoothed my dress with one hand while the other was still placed on my forehead. "You've got one hard back,"I commented.

"You've got one thick skull," Vincent laughed. "Nice dress you've got there. Did you dress up for any specific occasion.. Or person?" He winked.

"No, it's just so hot today is all," I replied, removing my hand from my forehead and lowering it to my reddening cheeks.
"We should get going," I suggested.

He nodded and we left the complex. We were walking in peaceful silence when suddenly, Vincent spoke.

"I was wondering, why have you been sleeping on your balcony instead of in your room?" He asked innocently.

"It was hot," I stated.

"Why didn't you turn on the AC?" He continued.

"It was on."

"Why didn't you just change into a tank and shorts?"

"Too lazy."

"I saw something poking out of your back under your shirt while you were sleeping."

I whipped my head towards him and gave him a stern glare.

"What was it?" He asked cautiously.

"Nothing," I stated, turning my head back, facing forward.

"How's your shoulder?"

"How come you're not driving?" I countered.

"Don't change the subject," he replied with a chuckle.

"Then I'll just stay quiet," I retorted, jogging ahead.

"Hey! Slow down!" Vincent shouted from behind, catching up to me.
When he made it to my side, I stopped abruptly and looked him in the eyes.

"If those crazy fan girls see me with you again, they'll return with a whole army of crazies," I huffed.

"We're just neighbors and I watched you play at a baseball game once. So I find it incredibly annoying that I'm getting beat up because of someone who pesters me." I said in a hushed tone.
"I'll walk in first, you can follow behind in a few minuets."

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That day, I remember finally looking at my classmates. I did so only to check and see if I had any classes with crazy wretches. As much as I hate to admit it, I was paranoid.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried if one of them sat right behind me and that I wouldn't be scared if she slammed my face into my desk. Heck, I shivered just thinking about it.