little miss perfect | annie edison x female reader

expectations

i finally got to greendale at 10 am, just in time for my spanish class. the second i made it through the door, some 40-year-old ryan seacrest type tried to hit on me, it was the worst.

i decided to sit in the front row. i really needed that diploma. the desk next to me was unoccupied, except for some colorful school supplies. and then i remembered my own inventory, probably still sitting on my green couch back at the apartment.

i always take notes on the first day. i call it a personality file. i take note of important information like their name, marital status, favorite tv show, you know, that kind of stuff. but right now i had neither a notebook, nor a writing utensil. i tore a paper from her notebook and grabbed a purple pen from her stash.

the second she entered the room, i knew who my new desk mate was.

"you're the girl who broke my leg," i accused. her cheeks flushed, and she ran out of the sombrero-clad room.

i hobbled after her.

"stop!" she didn't stop.

"are you really gonna make me walk on my broken leg?" she halted, and spun around to face me.

her mouth opened, but no words came out. her eyes started to fill with tears. she bit her bottom lip and fluttered her eyelashes. i felt an intense impulse to hug her and buy her some ice cream.

"i'm not mad at you." if that statement wasn't true earlier, it certainly was now. there was no way i could yell at her when she looked like a sad puppy who had just watched its mom die.

"look, what's your name?" she stopped making the sad puppy face and rubbed her eyes.

"annie edison."

"i'm not mad at you annie." she looked at the floor.

"promise." annie lifted her eyes to mine, it was like she was staring into my soul, in a comforting way. i held the gaze, and it was like we were in our own galaxy. away from greendale, away from the ER, away from everything.

and then a small chinese man dressed like a cuban cab driver came running through the hall, knocking annie into me. she fell on top of me, our faces were inches apart. i kind of thought we were about to kiss, but then she rolled off of me and awkwardly laughed instead. i sat up, brushing lint off of my clothes.

"we should get to class," annie whispered, more to herself than me. i cleared my throat and nodded and we marched off to class.

why on earth did i think we were gonna kiss? we were both girls! that would have been so hot. gross! not hot. so not hot. i shook away the thoughts.

"so why are you at greendale, annie?"

her cheeks got red again and i think she started mumbling something about an eviction. i guess she didn't want to talk about it, so i didn't push her. i started walking faster, but the spanish room felt like it was a mile away.

i couldn't escape the thoughts. i kept telling myself it was just a stupid phase, but weeks later, i was still fantasizing.

//i hope u guys liked this one!! so much tension lol 😓 anyways i dont rlly feel like proofreading so if i have a mistake just leave a comment and i'll fix it. anyways yeah new chapter monday 👍 ok bye