chad quickly shuts your locker door after placing three white roses and a baby blue card inside. nothing is written on it except for a scripted c. charming in gold, both the handwriting and name make it easy to figure out who was behind this stunt.

the son of cinderella has been trying to get you to go out on a date with him for the longest time, but you keep rejecting him. he doesn’t understand why! girls usually throw themselves at him, but you look like you want to throw a boulder at him every time he pops the question, which was pretty much every day.

he ducks behind a pillar as you approach your locker, grinning to himself as he imagines you finally saying yes.

he did his research. those were your favourite flowers.

his smile is wiped off of his handsome face and replaced with an alarmed expression when he sees you rip up the card and toss it into the nearest rubbish bin along with the flowers.

“damn, she’s still playing hard to get,” he whispers to himself, huffing as he straightens up and jogs out from behind the pillar, following you down the hall.

“someone’s feeling less than charming today, huh, princess?” he remarks as he catches up to you, his grin returning as he falls into step alongside you.