15 princes and a princess

15 princes and a princess 32

A sharp voice woke me up and I instinctively rolled out of bed, landing heavily on the floor. Realising that the voice wasn't coming from within my room, I questioned how I heard it through the sound proofing. I sat up, rubbing my head and noted that Yesung was no longer in the room and that the door was slightly ajar.

The same voice shouted something again, whoever it was, was swearing.

"Rude." I mumbled, rising to my feet. As the man continued to yell incoherent things I rummaged through my suitcase, eventually settling on the outfit that I wore when I went to yell at Jessica, seeing as it had only been worn for half an hour. I straightened my hair and tied it in a high ponytail, brushing my fringe to the side and putting my contact lenses in. I did the usual make up, eyeliner, mascara and clear glittery gloss.

I stumbled into the kitchen to face the angry guy. Super junior's manager was stood, red faced, yelling at the boys for being foolish enough to allow 'some girl' into the dorm.

"Um, excuse me? Yeah, I do have a name." I snapped. The man looked at me angrily, it looked like steam was going to billow from his nose. I knew I should have been respectful of him but I was annoyed, very frustrated, slightly insulted and over all, completely fed up. My happy mood had completely disintegrated and I was back to my moody self, no pink dresses for me anytime soon.

"What are you still here for? Haven't you done enough damage?" He snarled at me. I scoffed at him and settled for a smirk.

"I've been here for two weeks mate, keep up will you? Everything was fine and we had avoided problems until Jessica from down the hall decided to get involved." I replied haughtily.

"Do you know how much fixing this will take? The fans are going awol." He replied, narrowing his eyes at me.

"Yeah, I do know. My own fans are ditching me for listening to K-POP and calling me a sell out, I'm currently having abuse hurled at me from every corner of the globe. Don't talk to me fans going crazy, and don't talk to me about DAMAGE." I growled angrily. He took a step back.

The guys were frozen in silence behind me, not expecting me to be so forward with their manager. I should have been formal, but he annoyed me the moment I saw him. 'Manager prince', yeah right.

"And for your information," I continued, taking some toast from the plateful in the middle of the table, "my name is Rayn Storm."

He scowled at me. "Well miss. Rayn Storm. I am Super Junior's manager Jonghoon."

"I know who you are." I replied, not looking up from my food. One of the guys nudged me and I smiled down at my plate. I was being worse than usual but I didn't care, at least the guys weren't the ones that were being called ugly cows and sluts from random people.

"Well then I would appreciate you calling me by my name." He said, I could tell from his tone that he was trying to calm himself. I looked up at him and smirked.

"And I would appreciate it if you hadn't woken me up with you vulgar swearing Mr. Manager, but as it stands, You did. I would also appreciate it if you didn't yell at the boys for this, its not their fault, I was in need of a place to stay and they offered to help, they should be commended for their chivalry towards a damsel in distress." I replied, rising to my feet again, Sungmin pulled on my arm as if telling me not to push my luck but I just winked at him.

"Oh, and, Heechul is an old friend of mine, practically my brother in fact. Would you really stop him from helping out his sister?" I asked innocently. The hardness in his eyes weakened slightly and I gave him a charming smile. "Now, Jonghoon, please, sit down, have some toast and we will talk this out calmly. We are all adults here, yes?" I said, taking his shoulders and guiding him into my seat. He sat down heavily, sighing deeply, this guy was stressed.