story prompts.

prompt # 3

"What's bothering you?" asked a female voice. I looked up to see Allie, who had a worried expression on her face. In response, I hummed. "You look like you want to start a fight," she said. "Oh," I mumbled. I cast a glance into the distance, where Franco and a girl were clearly flirting. I swallowed and cleared my throat. "I am fine, just a little under the weather," I explained, smiling. I returned my gaze to the couple. Allie smirked as she followed my gaze. "Ahh!" she exclaimed, returning my gaze. "Now I know what the problem is," she teased. I avert my gaze in embarrassment.

"You're jealous," she chuckled. "I am not," I say, my face flushed. She is amused by my reaction. "I mean, I get it; I would be jealous too," she shrugged. "Months of him teasing and making flirty jokes with you, and then boom, he suddenly flirts with another girl; if that is not mixed signals, I do not know what is." I fell silent at her words, rethinking his recent actions. Allie had noticed my silence. "Hey," she said. "I was only kidding," she said as I straightened my back. She was about to say something when a voice interrupted her. "Hello ladies," a voice said.

"Hi Franco," Allie replied. I stare at Allie blankly, uninterested in Franco's presence. "Well, I guess I should... leave you two. I just remembered Jasmine needed help with her dress. Uhm...bye," she bolted as quickly as she could. "What is her problem?" Franco mused. "Haven't you heard her?" I retorted sarcastically. Franco smirked, clearly unconcerned by my demeanor. He made no attempt to hide his laughter. "Woah, what is up your ass now, Noel?" he teased. He knew I despised the nickname he gave me. I glared at him. "Stop that," I said. "Stop what?" he asked, grinning.

"I swear to God, Franco, if you keep doing that, I'm going to kick you where the sun doesn't shine," I threatened. "I know you have a bad mouth, but threats?" he inquired. "You're upset," he said. I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "No sh*t, Sherlock," I exclaimed before realizing who I was speaking to. I closed my eyes in shame. "May I know who irritated my lovely princess?" I could hear the tease in his tone. I open my eyes to see him giggling. Flirt. I thought to myself. "It is none of your concern," I snarled.

"Come on, tell me, and maybe I will punch them in the face," he said, shrugging. His words make me scoff. "Sure, punch the girl you were flirting with earlier," I said as I slapped my hand across my mouth. My mouth, oh my mouth. I cursed my own stupidity. I cast a glance at Franco. He was having fun with it. He declared, "You are jealous." He laughs and says, "That is why you're mad." "Stop talking," I muttered. "Don't be grumpy; you're still my number one," he joked. I stood up to leave, but I found myself sitting back down again. He pulled me down to his side. He simply stared at my face without saying anything. My brows furrowed in confusion. I was about to say something when he unexpectedly smiled at me.

"No way!" he exclaimed, his grin stretching from ear to ear. "You're actually jealous." I tightened my lips, attempting to play it cool while rolling my eyes to conceal the telltale flush on my cheeks. "Oh my god!" He burst into laughter, a mischievous smirk dancing on his lips. "You so are."

Glaring at him with feigned annoyance, I hoped he didn't catch on to how crimson I had become under his relentless teasing. Ignoring my silent protest, he took a deep breath, maintaining that infuriating grin as he said, "Okay, okay." His gaze lingered on me, his ridiculous behavior prompting an involuntary shake of my head.

"Would you like a drink?" he inquired, attempting to shift the focus. Unable to resist, I shot back, "Why don't you ask the girl you were flirting with earlier?" His response echoed through the room, "Don't worry, Noel! You're the only one I have my eyes on," as I turned to leave him behind. A triumphant grin spread across my face, reveling in the playful banter.

Despite the irritation he often provoked, I couldn't deny the goodness of his intentions. Meeting him had added a unique spark to my days, making me feel genuinely special. He was undeniably a sweetheart, and I cherished the fact that he could break through my tough exterior. He's become my favorite, but of course, I'd never admit it to him. That would only fuel his ego further. My smile widened at the thought, savoring the complexity of our dynamic.