my version of a prince charming | ongoing

Ch four | Meeting Him | Filthyxpride

Alexandra stepped onto the cold floors of the classroom as she entered in. The whole class turned to see who it was. The teacher looked up, and then looked back down at his clipboard that was laying on his desk.
"Alexandra Latcher?" he asked loudly. "Is that you?"
"Uh yes! Yes that's me," Alexandra replied nervously.
"Okay uhh class this is our new transferred student, Alexandra Latcher," the teacher said. "Anyways, I'm Mr. Zu . Go sit down over there. And here's a history text book, you're going to need it."
Alexandra took the book from Mr. Zu and sat down in the seat Mr. Zu pointed to. It was sat in the middle of the class, and Alexandra liked that because it makes her feel safe. She looked around and saw Juliana about three seats away behind her. Juliana was glaring straight at her. Alexandra watched her flip her silky, bouncy blonde hair to the side of her shoulder. Juliana then reaches down into her side bag and pulled out a pink gloss lipstick. Alexandra rolled her eyes and turned back around to face the teacher.
I pushed her on accident, Alexandra thought to herself. Just like her birth, it was an accident.
It was a long 10 minutes of listening to the teacher lecture about his sad love life. Alexandra believed the only way to survive Zu's class is to teach her own self.
Ding ding ding
Oh my god, saved by the bell yeeeeessss
"Okay guys uhh quiz in two days!! Yeah study chapter 4," said Mr. Zu, dismissing the class.
Alexandra picked up the world history book from her desk and began to head out the door. She began to make her way down the hallway, and looked at the slip Principal James gave her. Alexandra noticed some words at the bottom.
Your locker number is Locker #163 by the way. Have fun on your first day of senior year Alexandra!
Alexandra gave a small smile, and saw her next period was Math, Calculus Room A3
Ugh thank god it's just four rooms down. Now. . . Where's my locker?
Lost in her thoughts, Alexandra did not realize a huge mob of guys running her way, yelling cuss words at somebody. Alexandra snapped back to life and realized they were coming her way. Paralyzed in fear, she did not know what to do. Suddenly, somebody grabbed her by the hand and yanked her aside. Alexandra gave a small yelp, and felt the person bring her body into their body, holding her close. Feeling hot, Alexandra tried to squirm out of their arms, but they held tight.
"Stop moving until the football team cleared the hallways," said the person, with a deep voice.
Alexandra felt hot and awkward in the person's arms. But she felt safe in their arms. Alexandra heard the football team, leaving the hallways and going somewhere else. She heard some shocks and murmurs from students that came out of them. She then heard lockers closing and people making their way to their next class. Alexandra pushed herself out of the person's arms, and looks at them straight into their eyes. She felt her cheeks going hot in embarrassment, realizing how cute the person was. The person was a skinny looking guy, and looked about six feet tall. His hair was jet black and he had a fuckboy haircut. He also wore a burgundy red v-neck shirt with ripped black jeans, and his outfit was finished off with some grey Yeezys.
"Yo are you okay?" asked the guy, giving her a weird look. "I basically had to save you right there before you were trampled by the varsity football team."
"Gahh . . . Uh," Alexandra baffled, tripping over her words.
"Ugh never mind," said the guy, rolling his eyes.
"Oh my god I'm sorry, I didn't ask for you to save me!" Alexandra exclaimed, surprised at his rude attitude.
The guy shook his head, and began to walk away. Alexandra stood there, feeling embarrassed at what happened in those forty seconds. She started to continue her way to her next class, tiptoeing over the crowd in front of her, trying to find the guy who saved her from being trampled over.
"Alexandra Latcher. Alexandra Latcher, please report to the principal's office. Alexandra Latcher. Thank you," went the over head speakers.
Oh my gosh am I in trouble? Already? On my first day of senior year?
Alexandra felt really nervous, but she began to head down the stairs to the principal's office.