The Real Handsome Boy (b)
I don't like that kind of bullying. Looks like they need me. Don't say I'm arrogant, I've always been known as a school bouncer.
But… remembering Jackie's threat, I'm in a dilemma. I can't make a fuss at school to maintain my status as a PRINCESS. Arghhhhh, burn me in your hell Hades.
Stopping in front of the locker, my big brain recalled a series of rules that were handed to me. Gertrude says I have to instill manners and get rid of my bad habits; such as swearing, picking his nose in public, laughing out loud, and blah blah blah.
I banged my forehead against the locker door repeatedly, ignoring the astonished stares of the students passing by around me.
"I don't want to be a princess. I don't want to be a princess. I don't want to be a princess," I mumbled like that while banging my forehead against the locker. "I DON'T WANT TO BE A PRINCESS FOR THE TARTAR SAUCE!" Venting my frustration, I threw my fist into the air, which somehow managed to land on a person's face causing him to scream in pain. Practically, I pressed my palm to my lips to see a young man touching his temple which had just been hit by my fist. "Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean it!"
As soon as he removed his hand from his temple, I could see who the boy was. He smiled kindly at me. My heart seemed to stop beating when I saw his beautiful smile like that. The world seemed to stop spinning. Like in the drama films I've seen. It felt… I felt like I was going to faint. Oh my God, he's so handsome.
"That's okay."
His voice even sounded like the reassuring sound of church bells. I didn't blink for a second, still with my eyes wide and mouth agape in amazement.
"Hi." He waved his hand in front of my face, causing me to blink and my soul back into my body.
I hastily changed my awkward expression. I laughed dryly, tucking my hair behind my ear.
"Hi…." Oh my God, forgive me for punching one of Your handsome creations.
"You look like you're pissed," he said, still maintaining that crooked smile of his sexy bastard.
"Erm… yes. Sorry for the punch. I haven't practiced my karate moves in a long time." I crossed my fingers behind my back. In fact… I often practice my karate moves to beat up the assholes who often poke my ass.
"No problem." He stared at me intently. "I'm Marcel. Marcel Vaughn. You?"
Oh my goodness this handsome guy asked my name. Where's the air, I need air to breathe. Give me oxygen, please!
"I'm Daphne."
"Daphne. Pretty name."