"It's not that I don't like you, I guess…" Bunny trailed off uncertainly, itching towards the furthest depths of the corner she was caged in. She didn't really know how she ended up in a situation like this. A compromising situation like this. She could have glimpsed awe- stricken faces and fast moving lips against ears from behind his broad shoulders and she didn't like it one bit. She wasn't a fan of gossip.
Standing at her locker was all she did, she reflected to herself. She did it every morning.
Got her books for the morning sessions, replacing them with the textbooks she took home with her overnight and headed off to class. Nothing more, nothing less. Until today.
"You guess?" His voice unintentionally boomed through the halls, echoing through empty classrooms and reflecting off solid brick walls. The natural base in his voice made her knees quiver in fear and she felt pools of tears engulf her eyes. She locked down at her feet. Her flat, pointed toe shoe covered feet.
The day she decided to wear flats was the day a six foot…something, overly hormonal, conceited, pompous, pain in the fluff tail decided to approach her with missile like questions, she thought again as he eyes wondered over his wide chest.
"EAH" she whispered breathlessly from fright as she read the letters of his argyle sweater. With a shocked gasp she noticed her chin being hoisted by strong fingers to meet grey-blue eyes. They were steeled with resolution and soft with compassion as he searched her own. He stared down at her for a long time, silently, his breath being held tightly within his throat.
"Answer me, Bunny. Why don't you like me?" she watched as his white blocks moved against pink lips as she felt his fingers' hold tighten on her skin. She studied the way his blonde curls were combed with precision, not a hair out place, unlike her own loose bob that flowed with no exceptional zeal, tendrils all over the place.
"I can't make a judgement off of shallow observation. There is no substance, no qualitative data that can be concluded from such an analysis, for a lack of a better term. I would need to be around you, to know your personality…experience you…" she felt as though she couldn't breath anymore. She couldn't handle situations like these, she concluded; intense, intimate. Conversations that she couldn't tell the course of. The end result. She was out of her comfort zone and this clicked in her brain as she felt a single tear drop from her eye. With a burst of light, she shifted, falling to the floor as a white Bunny. Her flush now evident against her white fur. Looking up, she now realized that with one twitch of his foot and she could be flying at high speed through the halls, probably even catching fire at one point. This made her cower. With haste she pranced off before his reaching hands could have grabbed her, scurrying to a safe place where her heart could have slowed down in peace.
He watched her run away, knowing easily well he could have caught his in few wide strides. He watched her chubby figure make its way through the main doors, smiling to himself at how odd a one she was. He found it hard to believe she was a Royal. But, not in the bad way, he confirmed. If that was even possible, his narrow-minded perspective corrected.
He felt his younger brother approach him from behind and seconds later his hand on his shoulder.
He adjusted his glasses on his nose before attempting to saying anything.
"A-"
Out of nowhere an abundance of tight coiled curls appeared and intervened.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? A girl just ran AWAY from you? Did my eyes just deceive me or was it, is this, real life, brother Dearest?" she said, using the affection filled pun she gave him as a nickname.
He patted her small blonde head before walking off, flashing a group of girls a smile on his way out.
"In due time, sister, in due time."