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FAMILY DRAMA

{12} 𖣔 Jazzy 𖣔

Ben, Ali and their band of princesses and princes were stood in front of us, singing their own rendition of 'Be Our Guest' whilst I tried a "donut" and Mal grabbed a strawberry.

When they finished, the crowd of parents and students burst into thunderous applause and then proceeded to chat cordially amongst themselves.

"I'm gonna go see Ben." Mal says as she rushes over to her boyfriend, who is calling her over from his place beside his parents, a camera pointed at the three.

Though Mal seemed infatuated with the young prince, me and Evie both knew that behind her love-crazed facade, she held the weight of their faux romance on her shoulders.

The pressure was destroying her so much that she was considering breaking their love spell and hurting herself to please her mother.

Did I disagree with her antics?

Yes.

But did I completely understand?

Also, yes.

Behind the Prince, his parents looked a dozen shades paler, their skin a stark contrast to their bright blue and yellow clothing.

The Queen's mouth formed a shocked 'O' shape, while the King's face contorted into a look of sheer disapproval.

"Hey, love." A voice says and I whip around, my neatly curled hair flowing in the wind behind me, only to be met with the beautiful dark- and yet completely enchanted eyes of Ali Agrabah.

"Hi." I smile, pecking him on the cheek.

"I want you to meet my parents and my sister, they're over with Gianna, are you okay with that?" He asked, putting an arm around my waist.

"Yeah yeah okay-" I answered absent-mindedly, more worried about meeting Aladdin and Jasmine than anything else.

I waved goodbye to Evie with my eyes wide as she smirked at the two of us, his arm dragging me away to the croquet fields.

We finally came to a stop in front of three people, one slightly younger than the other two.

"Mother, father, Aziz, this is Jazzy. Jazzy these are my parents, Aladdin and Jasmine, and my little sister, Aziz." Ali introduced, his arm still wrapped round my waist.

Jasmine seemed skeptical, but Aladdin and Aziz greeted me straight away.

"So you're the hot bitch that stole my brother's heart." Aziz smirked proudly, wincing as her father smacks her on the arm for her language.

I raised my eyebrows at her words but simply replied with a courteous nod.

"When Jafar said he was going to name his child after me, I thought he was joking... but here you are." Jasmine's face remained a block of steel as she drifted her eyes over me.

Ali chuckled, but he shut up as soon as I sent him a glare.

"Yeah my dad still hadn't gotten over the fact that um, you're Sultan now and all his hard work is gone." I stated as I stared the woman up and down.

"Remind us of your hobbies, Jazzy." Aladdin cut in, just as cold-hearted and emotionless as his wife.

"Jazzy's on the cheer team, father." Ali squeezed my waist as an attempt to calm me, but all I wanted to do was tell them that because of them, I grew up starving half the time, and the only reason I didn't starve throughout the other half was because I was constantly stealing from people.

They were the reason girls like me and Evie had to turn themselves into objects for the male gaze just to earn money. 

We started working at Gothel's club when we were fourteen, dancing in outfits not even twenty-year-olds would wear and going on dates with men twice our age to earn a pretty penny.