First message
I’m sitting outside the cafeteria at lunch with my friends, laughing and having a good time as usual, but then she appears, the student council president, the girl who is always getting onto me.
We lock eyes immediately and I feel the familiar feeling of happy restlessness that comes with her presence. I know that I like her, but I’ve spent the last three months making her life hell and I don’t think I can fix that, especially since I keep doing impulse things when she’s around, like I can’t help but draw her attention to me in any way possible.
She looks away and starts to stride past me, but I extend my foot out and trip her before I even realize what I’m doing. She falls to the ground and my friends start laughing and I can’t just admit I didn’t think before doing it so I laugh with them, going along with it.
Guess the princess isn’t as graceful as she acts. I mock her with my usual playful smirk.