𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐬

ɪx || ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ

The door slammed behind Astrid as she forced the girl into her dorm room. She stumbled backwards as Astrid approached her angrily, until her back was against the wall, Astrid mere centimeters away from her face.

"You always did like it rough," Jasmine Holloway joked, her familiar, sharp American accent threatening to send Astrid into a whirlpool of old boarding school memories. Astrid forced them from her mind, keeping her thoughts on track with her current situation.

"Do not fuck with me right now, Jas," Astrid warned, "Explain yourself. Now".

A small smile spread across Jasmine's face, as she raised her hand to touch Astrid's curls with her finger tips. She had always loved the Swedish princess' hair, being a stark contrast to her own flat, blonde mane.

Astrid caught her wrist mid-air. "Explain," She said again, her voice harsh and unkind.

Jasmine's shoulders dropped as she began to pout. "I liked you a lot better when we were in the States and you were in my bed," She complained, as Astrid dropped her wrist, her hand falling to her side.

"Why are you here?" Astrid demanded, not letting Jasmine's comment get to her too much.

"I wanted to see you," Jas replied simply. Astrid let out a humorless laugh.

"Bullshit. You don't care about anyone. I know you Jas, so quit it with the lies. Why. Are. You. Here?" She asked, stressing the last four words. Jasmine cocked her head to the side, something she always did whenever Astrid was angry with her.

"That's hurtful, I do care about people. Especially you," Jas corrected, as she tried to push Astrid's hair from her face. Once again, Astrid grabbed her hand, forcing it to the wall by her head.

"You were the one who ran off, remember? When the video leaked, around Christmas. Remember that?" Astrid asked pointedly, narrowing her eyes at the blonde hair girl who she had against the wall, "You got scared, and you ran. You don't get to show up here and think everything's fine, because it isn't".

"I don't!" Jasmine protested, as Astrid released her and began to pace the room. "You're right, I got scared and I ran. I'm sorry, but you don't get to be mad at me, darling. You also ran," She gestured to the dorm room she stood in, "Because if you didn't, we wouldn't be having this conversation in an expensive, prestigious Swedish boarding school".

"I was called back by the Queen, I didn't run. And besides, the only reason this-" She pointed furiously between herself and Jasmine, "Was ever a thing was because I fucked up one too many times." Astrid pursed her lips, "I guess you're right, though. I'm not allow to be mad at you; it's not like this was anything but a stupid little school fling".

"Don't say that," Jasmine pleaded, "We were more than that and you know it!"

"Really, no? You disagree? Fucking prove it than, if you know everything, Miss Jasmine. Prove it!" Astrid challenged.

"I love you," Jasmine said immediately. "I love you".

She stopped short. Jasmine watched her curiously, waiting for her reply. "Fuck you".

Astrid stormed out the door. 

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(530 words)

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