Try For Me | Zelink AU

How to Make a Pretty Boy Blush

Somebody to Love—Jefferson Airplane

Runaround Sue—Dion

Ain't No Mountain High Enough—Marvin Gaye, Tammi Terrell

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Zelda's Perspective

The weekend was miserable if I could use such a strong word. Impa was running her car wash and I couldn't come to help. I don't think I've ever missed an opening weekend and that was more disappointing than having to stay home on such nice days.

I cleaned each room at least twice, scrubbing over the same surfaces until there wasn't a trace of dust. The only other person I know who cleans this much is Cinderella and I hate to think I have anything in common with her. Father isn't gone nor did he marry a twisty woman with nasty daughters that torment me. And the boy I want is charming without the title of prince.

I can never decide if I'm glad he didn't remarry after Mother died or if I wish he had. I used to think it was selfish of me when I found myself wishing I had a stepmother so soon after she passed. Now as I get older, I'm wondering if I've just been lonely. Lonely without someone to teach me how to sew more than an oven mitt and cook good enough to impress the husband I want someday.

For now I'm stuck with a very grumpy boy and one who tries to look hopeful as I walk past his desk. I give him a scowl though it's Revali who deserves it for coming to my house in the first place.

He glances my way for a moment before looking away. He's slumped far into his chair with crossed arms and his legs are too long that they reach under Mipha's empty chair in front of him.

"Is there something you'd like to say?" I ask. My skirt poofs slightly as I drop into my chair and cross my arms, mirroring Revali's sour expression.

He slumps further. "I'm sorry," he mumbles almost too quietly for anyone to hear.

I blink in surprise. I wasn't expecting him to actually say it.

"For coming to my house or harassing Link?"

"Both," Groose cuts in before he can answer. It earns him yet another glare except it isn't from me this time.

"Did you want your container or not—" Impa plops herself onto Revali's desk. I hadn't noticed her come in and by the way he flinched, I'm sure he didn't either. "Go to your own seat."

She grins, ignoring him and swinging her legs. "What are we talking about? His leige's unprovoked hate for Zelda's boyfriend?"

I pick at the hem of my skirt and glance around to see if anyone heard. The class isn't full yet and the students who are here are more focused on fanning themselves than anything Impa is preaching. And the one person who is paying attention the most lets his eyes go wide like he heard devastating news.

"He's your boyfriend now?" Groose says, his voice higher than usual. I notice his hair is unruly according to his standards. Odd. He wouldn't go this long with an empty can of hairspray.

"Not yet," I snap. I don't have it in me to tell anyone but Impa he hasn't called. Revali is proud enough without giving him that satisfaction.

"I told you you're not dating him." Revali turns to face me when I open my mouth to talk back. "I don't care if you like him. He's a jerk and I'll punch him in the face the next time I see him."

"You can't just hit him for no reason."

"It won't be for no reason." He holds my stare, his lips pressed into a thin line to keep in whatever it is he won't say. I would pry if it weren't for Mipha coming in.