I'm THE new girl at Falcon Claw University, I'm not too popular with the students; I'm a 'teacher's pet' people say, but I see it as having good relations with all faculty can lead to an easier school experience, but when I get tied up in memories...
I woke up, snuggling back into the blankets on my bed for a few minutes before sitting up to stretch. Geez, what time is it? I quickly checked the clock on the wall. Yikes! 10:15? I've only got 15 minutes! I looked down at what I was wearing, my pjs, but.. They looked nice.
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They'll do. Gotta go. I grabbed my bag and ran out, tripping over the long pan a few times, soon picking them up like I would a dress to keep them from getting soggy on the morning dew.
After a bit of struggle, I hauled myself up the stairs to my class, Self Defense. Please don't be late, please don't be late. I ran in and sat down, panting, also forgetting I was wearing my pyjamas. People were staring, it was getting awkward, to the point where I said,
"Three other people in here are wearing their pjs. Just 'cause I'm royalty doesn't mean I can't ever be informal." I sat down in a seat in the back, already informed on self-defense enough to not have to listen. The professor was the one who taught, and trained, from when I was five until I was twelve. I smiled in greeting to the professor and watched as he nodded and once everyone was there, began teaching about how to kick at someone who has you against the wall and is choking you. I dozed off a little, again, not really paying attention.
I woke up ten minutes before the professor normally released us, the dork discreetly poking my arm with his pencil from the seat next to me. When did he get here? I wondered and checked my face for drool, freaking out as I realized I had drooled. I wiped my face and sat up, rubbing my eyes whilst stifling a yawn. "What do you want?" I whined as I realized the class was gone.
"Well, Sleeping Princess, I wanted to make sure you woke up in time to get lunch, since you slept through the entire class. Didn't get much sleep, I'm guessing?" I nodded, but debated on telling him about the nightmares that plagued me all night, making me wake up every ten minutes.
My head instantly filled with the images that were refusing to fade from memory, making me involuntarily shake in fear of them, giving Dante reason to make me look at him. "You okay? You're shaking, (Y/N)." He called me by my name.. I mentally realized.
("Ugh...! This story is boring." I laugh a little as I pat their head. "Don't worry, it won't be boring for long. What would you like to see in the story?" I nodded as they told me, making mental note to fabricate a piece of the story to suit their imaginative needs. "I'm going to continue now, if that's okay." They nodded and I continued.)
"Uh.. yeah, I'm fine. You mentioned it was lunch time?" I asked as my stomach grumbled about being empty while Dante nodded. "Um.. wanna come with me to my dorm, so I can change, and then we can head to the mess hall?" He nodded and followed me as I began walking towards my dorm, not noticing that my sword was gone.
After I had changed into a more comfortable 'play clothes' outfit, I took pace with Dante and walked to lunch with him. We grabbed some burgers the cafeteria workers had made, I made sure to thank them, and sat down together, seeing as Garroth and Laurance had already eaten and left.
After a little bit, my sides hurt from the laughter, and tried not to die as Dante told me something. "S-So... y-your brother, h-he th-threw a t-tantrum over a h-hotdog?" I stuttered out while laughing as Dante's face flushed red. "Th-that's hilarious!" We talked a little more, and then went a on a walk, just to make sure I could know where I was from anywhere on campus. Hm... I thought as we walked to our next class. He's pretty cute. Maybe I do like him...
Once we got to class, I decided to sit next to him, and smiled to myself when I noticed he was trying to hold my hand in class; I grabbed his hand and put it in his, earning a smile from him. After class, I decided something. Let's see how he'll react. I stood up, squeezed his hand and kissed his cheek before letting him see my bright red face before turning to go. "You missed." He stayed. I was confused and turned around; I watched him check for anybody watching, and then kissed me on the lips. "Bullseye." He said as I became extremely flustered and smiled at him before releasing his hand and running, hands over my face is disbelief that he was that bold about to. He's really cute.. he also thinks he's smooth.. ha. I thought as I ran to my dorm, opened the door, and flopped on the bed, sigh and still smiling big.
