Baby doll

Daydreaming doofcase

Well this class is going to be a mess, because so am I. Princess? I'm a princess? Shit. That's new. I like it though. It gets me tingly. I start drawing in my notebook. Not the usual hearts. I start writing the word 'princess' over and over again in different fonts. Everytime I complete the word I blush. What am I the princess of? God I'd love to know... I'm abruptly shaken awake from my daydream by a sharp voice shouting my name.

''ANGEL!" I see my whole class staring at me, some smirking, some looking extremely annoyed. "This is the fourth time I've asked. Are you with us now?" My teacher half shouts half asks me. "Yes m'am." I respond. "Well it doesn't seem like it." She looks at me sternly. "What is the answer to question 16 Angel?" I blush. I haven't even as much as looked in my book. I'll just wing it, I'll be fine. "B?" God you're so stupid Angel. Stop thinking about this boy. "Oh really? The answer to the question 'what do you think the author meant by this in your own words?' is B? Great, you can leave this classroom now.''.

 Well, f***. I drag my bag across the floor and close the door with a loud thump. I grunt and walk towards the principals office. At the end of the corridor I turn left and smash into someone. "Ohmygod I'm so sorry." I pant while grabbing some papers of the floor. "It's okay baby doll." Oooh no... That voice.

"Aiden! Oh, I mean, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, it's just, I'm on my way-" Aiden grabs my arm. "I said it's okay baby girl. It's fine, really. Let me walk with you. 

I explain to Aiden what I did. "My mind was just not there, I guess. I was thinking about someon- euh... something else." Aiden smirks and looks down at me. "I understand. I was sent out for the same reason. But I thought I would just have a little walk before I got suspended again, that's when we bumped into eachother." I look at my feet, and stumble over my words "I-I was euh... Still with my mind somewhere else and-ahh... I apologise again for my umm... Clumsyness" He chuckles and grabs my hand for just a second. "I apologise too. I mean, for 50% it was my fault. You're very pretty when you're embarassed."

Did he just say that? I mean, he called me baby girl. Baby doll. Princess. He grabbed my hand... And he told me I am pretty? What? He must be mistaking me for another girl. This isn't right. "Excuse me doll, I have to go apologise to mister principal, but I'll see you again... Maybe after school?" "Maybe." I manage to release from my mouth. Oh he knows exactly what to say to get me fired up.