Le Petite Rose

two || Mason

Listen to Bedroom Doors by Broods for this chapter

I ran into her as I turned the corner.

"Oh! I'm terribly sorry," she apologises, rambling on about her clumsiness.

"That's alright," I assure, smirking at her worried state as she slowly looks up to me. 

Her tense shoulders relax as she meet my eye, "oh, it's just you. I was afraid it was someone important," she teases.

I feign hurt and my mouth falls open at her snarky response. "Well I'm sorry, your highness," I joke. She rolls her eyes and fixes her skirt. 

"I'm no princess," she states, as she tries to maneuver herself around me. I step in front of her to block her path. "Move, peasant!" she demands. 

"Wow, you're quite demanding for someone who isn't a princess."

She jerks her head back as her mouth flies open, she shakes her head, presumably thinking of something to retort back. "I never said I wasn't a Queen," she states, a smirk forming on her face as she once again tries to walk past me. 

She readjust her backpack strap on her shoulder and marches down the hallway. 

The bell rings signalling for everyone to make their way to Homeroom to mark off the attendance. I make my way towards the shut door on my left as I watch the teacher beginning her marking. 

I tap on the door lightly and do a small wave in front of the glass as her head snaps towards me; her eyes narrowing. The teacher opens the door and I watch as it reveals her angry expression.

"Good morning, Mrs Moore. Or should I say, good moorening?" I joke. Her lips twitch upwards as she tries to stifle a laugh. A few of my classmates chuckle and Mrs Moore turns to look at them while doing her classic "hairy eyeball" which makes a few people sink lower in their seats.

"Just sit down, Mr Adelair," she instructs, walking back towards her desk and computer where she was previously marking attendance.

I seat myself as I usually do, in the second row, to the side. I don't sit here voluntarily, it's a seating arrangement.

I'm not entirely thrilled by it, for one of three reasons; one, it's on the opposite side of the window, two, it's right near the front, and three, to my inconvenience, seated right next to me is Madison Jackson, and she can not keep her eyes to herself.

Madison Jackson is a very nosy person. She's always looking over my shoulder or asking me what I'm doing.

It doesn't sound bad, but it's extremely irritating at times; which is most times.

"Psst." She nudges my arm with her left elbow. I grit my teeth as I turn towards her, raising an eyebrow. She does a shy smile and shrugs her shoulder the tiniest bit. "Hi," she chimes, giggling as she looks towards Mrs Moore who's started role call.

"Hi," I reply as I stifly turn back towards the front and drum my fingers against my thighs underneath the table.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see her grinning and slowly leaning towards me. I turn back to face her before she has the chance to take a whiff of my hair, like she has done a numerous amount of times.

It's creepy and stalker like.

She quickly backs up at my sudden movements. She looks down at her lap as she scrunches her skirt. She bites the inside of her cheek which creates a small dimple. Clearing her throat and shaking her head briefly, she looks up to me again with concern written all over her face.