Curiosity struck me last night at one in the morning. I knew little about her outside of campus, and I—not to be a stalker, maybe—typed her name into Google, hoping any kind of social media would show up, but no. Aurora,Sleeping Beauty, showed up. I don’t do princess shit, so I didn’t know who the fuck that was, but I found nothing
I tried her full legal name, Aurora Mae Campbell, and still found nothing.I guess she’s just reserved as fuck.
My eyes flew open as I felt my phone buzzing. I didn’t have to check to know who it was. I muted everything on my phone, contacts, and every app. But one, I wouldn’t dare to mute.
I leaned forward, pulling my phone out of my pocket, and felt a small tug at the corner of my lips as I saw the message from my favourite contact.
My Princess: Hi, I’m sorry to disturb, but are you free Friday evening?
Evening?
Why is she asking if I’m free… outside of class hours?
Does she want to hang out or something?
She did mention partner work every Friday. But she never mentioned it being off-campus. Unless it is on campus, but late. Just us.
Oh, fuck—just us.
Me: Why?
Her response came almost immediately, as if she had never left the chat and was waiting for me.
My Princess: For the partner work.
Me: Why evening?
My Princess: If you’re busy, then that’s fine. I can just text you.
Me: I didn’t say I wasn’t free. I asked why the evening?
My Princess: I have a full day. I can’t shadow you.
Dammit.
My Princess: If you’re not available, then that’s okay. My work isn’t yours, so you don’t need to show up at all. It’s completely up to you, but it would be nice if you did. Once is more than enough.
For a girl who doesn’t talk, she sure rambles on a lot. Like, do you want to fucking see me or not?
You don’t need to show up at all;that’s a no, but—
It would be nice if you did,is a yes.
Then she hits me with theonce is more than enough.No, it fucking isn’t. Does she think I don’t want to see her? Or does she just not want to see me? Because either way, she clearly isn’t using her fucking brain.
Me: Where?
My Princess: Wherever you’re comfortable.
Don’t say it—
Me: Mine.
My Princess: Your place?
Me: Yeah, I usually head home right away. So mine.
Me: Gotta problem?
