You were late. Again.

You had a minute to get to your class, which forced you to book it. You nearly fell face flat while running (which is probably why it’s forbidden to run in the halls), but you made it.

You take a seat in your spot, your chest heaving and beads of sweat trickling down your neck. You get out your things while trying to catch your breath when Elias talks to you.

“Late again, princess?” He teased, a grin on his boyish features.