"His Only Princess"

Chapter Four- "Hopeless but definitely not Romantic"

Clifton Michaels

Is she the girl or not?

The question has been bugging me since I saw her at the cafeteria. She definitely looked like her. Not the way she dressed but her face, definitely her.

"What the hell is wrong with you man? You keep on staring at nothing." Paul managed to get me out of my reverie.

"What?" I asked him. Even though I know exactly what he mean.

"Don't go all innocent with me. Tell me about the new girl." He eyed me. "We are supposed to have fun tonight but screw it, I'm listening."

Yeah right. We're at a party tonight but I can't seem to have the fun I used to have. Damn that girl.

"There's nothing much to tell. I just thought she was her but she's not." The words just slipped out. I took the shot of gin in front of me.

"Now I'm confuse. Who is the other her?" He asked.

I sighed. "Remember when I went to my grandma's town for a vacation?" He nods. "I actually kind of met a girl there. We kind of hooked up but then before the sun shines out she disappeared like a bubble and only left a sandwich with a smiley face drawn on it and a couple of tablets for hangover and.." I trailed off.

"And..." He said prolonging the word.

I breathed in deep and reached for my wallet in my back pocket and get something I kept for like six months now. "And this." Raising the piece of paper to him.

"Whoa whoa, you kept a paper in your wallet for that long? Let me see that precious thing." He said reaching out for it in my hand.

He scanned the paper. "A note? Seriously?" He whispered.

"Yes, a note. Read it. I was quite intrigued that's why I kept it."

You sure that's just it?

Oh there you are again.

Paul stared note intently at the note. "I wondered what she meant by that." I voiced out.

"What the fuck does she mean with Thank you for the night and sorry for using you? I mean I understand the one she said thank you for." He grin. "But in what way did she used you?" His brows met.

"I honestly have no idea." I think I might have. But I did not say it. I am not that sure.

I take a sip of the canned beer I got from a guy who passed by. Rude? Not.

"But how was she in bed by the way?" Paul asked making me choke at my drink. "What?" He smiled innocently.