Baby Doll finally found her classroom. šŖ She walked in shyly, her head down. The teacher looked up and pointed to the only empty seat left. It was right next to himāthe arrogant boy from the corridor. Prince. š„¶šļø
As soon as she sat down, Prince leaned back, putting his long legs on the desk. "Great. The clumsy girl is my new desk-mate," he smirked, his voice loud enough for the whole class to hear. š¤š Some students giggled, and Baby Doll's face turned bright red. š š¦
Throughout the lecture, Prince didn't let her focus. First, he kept tapping his pen on her desk. Tap. Tap. Tap. šļøšØ Then, he "accidentally" pushed her eraser off the table.
"Oops! My hand slipped," he whispered with a playful yet cold glint in his eyes. šāļø
Baby Doll tried to ignore him, but then he leaned closer, his scent filling her senses. "You look like you're about to cry again. Are you really that weak?" he teased, his voice low and dangerous. š¦š„
Baby Doll stood up for herself for the first time. "I'm not weak! I just... I just don't like people like you!" she whispered back, her voice trembling but determined. āāØ
Prince froze for a second. Her fiery spirit reminded him so much of his little friend from the past. He quickly looked away, hiding a small, secret smile. "We'll see about that, Baby Doll," he thought to himself. ššµļøāāļø