I haven't stopped smiling to myself like a fool ever since Marcel handed me a piece of paper with a portrait of my own drawn in the library. I've never been with a guy in my entire existence. They are the ones who are afraid of me and don't want to be near me.
Maybe being a princess is a blessing for me. Apart from my make-up which was completely and not as messy as it used to be, I was able to apply a little etiquette lesson from Gertrude.
I crammed my books into my locker and grabbed some I needed for the next class. My lips had been pulled upwards, I didn't want to stop smiling. I'm afraid the school's residents justify me as crazy. Eh… but considering the first rule in the etiquette book, I don't think smiling a lot is a problem.
As soon as I closed the locker door and turned around, I flinched when I saw Justin Lancaster standing in front of me. One hand pressed against my locker door, locking me in place so that my back was against the locker door. He leaned forward so much that I could smell the musk tickling my nose.
"What do you want?" I asked calculatingly.
"Giving you the calculations," he said lightly.
I laughed hyperbolically. "Giving calculations? If you think I'm afraid to face you, Mr. Lancaster, the answer is no. You can understand my language, huh? Sarcasm is my second language."
One eyebrow was pulled up, looking scornful at me. Now the other hand is pressing on my locker door. And now I'm literally locked in my place with those two caramel eyes constantly staring at me intimidating.
"You're a princess. Where are your manners, huh?" The tone was lowered two octaves, into a deep, well, sexy whisper. "Apologize for your insolence."
"One thing you need to know, Lancaster. I'm against saying sorry." My eyeballs glanced at twelve o'clock, where Trixie and her minions were standing watching us from a distance. He tilted his head to one side, seemingly accepting my challenge.
Oh my God… should I? My lips are still pure. And I want the only guy to give me my first kiss is Marcel. You expect too much, I thought in a mocking whisper.