"What if it was the prince who needed saving?"
Not receiving an ounce of love even in his childhood, he became heartless. His cold exterior scared people away, and not to mention his detached, unemotional personality. Haunted by his past, he was use...
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Gasp.
Mega Gasp.
He agreed to be my friend.
I knew Zane would want to be my friend, but I wasn't so sure about Felix, considering I gave him a really hard time.
"You-you're gonna be my friend?" I ask him, playing with the edges of my bright sunshiny yellow dress.
"..yes" I gasp again, my head snapping towards Zane. He shrugs. Typical.
"But you hate me!" I say, loud enough for everyone outside the car to hear. Felix gives me a long sigh before speaking "I do" I bring my eyebrows together in confusion.
"Then why would you want to be my friend?" That makes no sense. He hates me. Friends don't hate you, do they?
"Give me my fucking phone back" oh right, I realise that I've been asking Felix the same question for the past thirty minutes. They're busy people. They must have jobs to do and people to kill.
No wait.
He snatches the phone out of my hand and ends the call, stuffing it back in his pocket. "Hey! That was rude!" I lightly hit the car seat.
"You've been talking to him for the past half a fucking hour. Is that not enough for you?" He snaps. Ancient, grumbly old man.
"You're an ancient, grumbly old man. You know that?" I huff, looking out the window. Zane keeps quiet for a few moments, but then turns to me and utters "I thought I was an arrogant, disrespectful piece of shit the first time?" He cocks an eyebrow at me, and I do it back.
"You are. You're an arrogant, disrespectful, ancient, grumbly piece of shit"
His eyebrows shoot up into his hairline. The corner of that mouth of his twitches, almost breaking into a smile. "Take me home" I order in a serious tone, puffing my cheeks.
I swear I see him smile from the corner of my eye, but when I turn to look that him, he carries the same basic expression as always.
"I don't know where you live, Iris"
What in the freaking world is Iris?
I bring my eyebrows together, tilting my head to one side "Iris?" His bottom lip rolls back in his mouth, probably for preventing him from breaking into a fit of laughs.
"My name isn't Iris" I state once I realise that he isn't going to reply. His right palm carelessly moves the steering wheel. I'm insane for finding this attractive.
All he says is "I know" before his phone rings in his pocket. "Wow. You're a VIP, aren't you? I'm friends with a celebrity"
More like a silent brute who thinks the world will explode the moment he opens his mouth.
"Yeah. I'll be there in five minutes" he says and puts his phone back in his pocket. I wonder what he does for the whole day.
"What's your job?" I ask out of nowhere. He seems a little taken aback by the question, but quickly puts his I-don't-give-a-frick face back on.
