A week later, Rapunzel was back in school and life had reverted back to its usual normality (or at least that how it looked on the exterior). Since that night she tried her absolute best to forget about that guy by spending all her time cleaning, studying or working on that art project with her new white shell paints (the only perk to this little predicament), but it was all sadly to no avail.
Tried as she may, she just couldn't stop her mind from drifting back to New Years. Not that she regretted kissing him. On the contrary she enjoyed that part immensely.
No, her only regret was not having the courage to actually talk to him. To exchange a proper introduction and impress him with her exceptional conversational skills and wit; presuming she even held such a trait. He seemed like a nice guy too, not that she had any evidence to go by, it was just a feeling. But that could have been just the kiss talking.
Does being a good kisser qualify as a positive aspect to someone's personality?
I mean he was undoubtedly skilled at it. And while Rapunzel may still be a novice at this whole 'public display of affection' business, she could still tell an experienced kisser when she… well, kisses one. A guy like that probably had ditsy girls throwing themselves at him on a daily basis.
She was strangely irritated by the mental image
She shook her head. This was ridiculous. Who cares what he does in his own time, it's not like she's ever going to see him again. She kissed him out of an act of impulsiveness and that was all. It meant nothing else! Not to him and especially not to her…
Oh God what if he thinks I'm some kind of floozy who jumps random guys at parties?
… Okay maybe to her a little.
She was so immersed in her thoughts she didn't even noticed her chemistry teacher enter the room.
"Welcome back class. I trust we all had a very productive two week break and are all, I'm sure, very eager to uncover the many mysteries of stoichiometry."
The class all moaned a weary reply.
Sitting up straighter, Rapunzel brushed the incident from her mind once more and opened her textbook out in front of her, thankful for the distraction.
"Yes, well if you can manage to suppress all that enthusiasm please turn to page-" He was suddenly interrupted by Miss Anderson taping on the glass of the door.
"I apologize for the intrusion Mr. Grimms, I was just escorting our newest transfer student to his class. Mr. Rider this way please."
When the new kid entered the classroom, the first thing Rapunzel noticed was that his hands were stuffed deep within the pockets of his Rolling Stones hoodie.
He was tall with brown hair that slightly flopped over his eyes and had a bit of facial hair under his lip. He was scruffy in the boyishly handsome way. But there was something else about him that caught Rapunzel's eye. Something familiar. You know it's kinda funny cause in this light he actually resembled…
Oh no.
No, no, oh God, oh no, this isn't happening. Why? Why of all the chemistry classes, in all the high schools, in all Corona did my midnight kisser have to transfer into this one?!
While Rapunzel ducked to hide behind her text book, the rest of the female population of the class gave their full appreciation to the fine specimen standing before them with excited whispers, suggestive gazes and girlish giggles.
Oh God it couldn't possibly be him, could it?
She peeked over her book and… yep, it was him. Same height, same broad shoulders, same brown hair that she knew for a fact was soft... the only real difference was that he wasn't smiling. His expression was actually quite passive as he greeted his new classmates with an offhanded nod.
"Well mister Rider, would you care to introduce yourself?" Mr. Grimms offered.
"Names Flynn… Flynn Rider…currently seventeen… Go stallions. " He added with a half-hearted fist pump, gesturing to Corona High's mascot.
"Anything else you wish to share?"
"Sorry, I don't do back stories."
"Yes, a man of many words I see, how refreshing." Grimms continued flatly, "Now why don't you find a seat for yourself while we get started here."
Rapunzel watched in pure dread as he scanned the room, ignoring all the flirtatious waves and gestures, until his eyes swept over her desk (unfortunately, Rapunzel's previous science partner, Jane, thought that the Christmas break would apparently be the perfect time for her to move back to England- inevitably leaving the space beside Rapunzel free) In a fright she ducks back behind her book again, clutching it tighter.
Don't look up. Don't look up. Don't look up.
She looks up.
He was standing right in front of her. Staring at her. But it looked as if he regarded her more in scrutiny than recognition judging by how visibly creased his forehead was.
With their close proximity and his undivided gaze combined, Rapunzel's face irrepressibly erupted into a deep rosy hue, practically broadcasting what he suspected through bullhorn.
And sure enough as he caught sight her tell-tale blush, it wasn't long before his perplexed expression slowly morphed into a smug, full-toothed grin that just screamed 'Gotcha'.
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