How To Do It Like A Princess

How To Do It Like A Princess-Chapter 7

Chapter 7

‘Nnugh,’ I groaned as a razor sharp fingernail stabbed me in the back once again. Rolling over to the other side, I opened just one eye and shut it again, not liking the site of Rose with a creepy little smirk on her face.

The sofa was uncomfortable to sleep on, it being so squishy that I sunk deeper and deeper every time I moved. I shifted to the corner a little, but Rose seemed to be everywhere. Feeling defeated, I straightened up, moving all my body parts back in their place. Rose was perched on a little stool, shaking  bottle of pills in her hand.

‘Oh, hell no,’ I said, scrambling back, only to fall into the powder blue cushions. ‘I am not taking those,’ I shivered, thinking of what might happen if I got high.

She laughed, a cute chirpy laugh that seemed to get translated in my head as a ‘Mwahahaha,’.

‘No, silly. I don’t want you to do that. I just wanted you to see what I have to take,’ her hands were in her lap, her shoulders tensed and up to her ears. The smile plastered on her face was too white for that time in the morning. She looked oh so innocent, but oh so fake.

She reached beside her and brought out two other bottles, dry swallowing one pill from each and two from the one in her hand. Each gulp made me more and more uncomfortable. ‘Every single day, bitch. And you weren’t even going to marry him!’

My eyes widened as she jumped up, the stool scraping the floor. ‘I’m so sorry, Rose. You just...you don’t know what you were doing to him,’ my tone was defeated, completely sapped of energy. My shoulders slumped as I looked up at her, eyes drooping.

She let out a dry laugh, her head going back before fixing her icy blue gaze on mine. ‘I had much worse problems than him, you know.’

I got to my feet, making myself as tall as possible, ready to let rip. ‘His dad is in the navy, Rose. He would worry every day if he was going to get that dreaded letter home, and I’m not even sure they do that anymore. You wanted to know his every move, every activity, every person he was with and made a huge fuss of it if it wasn’t you. Your problems were that your boyfriend was drifting away from you and that your marks were dropping because you spent so much time prying into Neil’s life. So don’t you give me crap about how you were having problems,’ I had been poking her in the chest every new sentence and spat out the last word. I was being defensive, I knew that, but I genuinely believed I wasn’t in the wrong.

Pushing her out of the room, I adjusted the stool and plumped up the cushions on the sofa. Two days of ignoring Isaac made me feel like I was getting withdrawal when I hadn’t even realised I was addicted.

Weird metaphor. His sexiness is such a drug though.

But there had been withdrawal. When I had come home after my first day at school, I had been so happy that I was just dancing and singing in my room, prancing around and feeling like Snow White with all her furry friends. Isaac had found me and we had compared iPod tracks. At the time, all I wanted to do was fling my arms around him and never let go when I told him how I just wanted a happy ending. Especially when he got that twinkle in his eye that made me think he might be the one to give it to me. But after Rose... just looking at any of the songs that we both liked made my heart cry out for him.

It sucked.

I snapped my neck to the side, wincing as I heard it click and went to brush my teeth. There was still mint in the air as I stumbled downstairs, craving my next fix of chocolate milk. Rose’s laugh in the kitchen could be heard from the other end of the corridor, once again becoming evil in my mind. She had Isaac pressed up against a counter, smacking her lips, her nasty yellow top riding up a little as she brushed a lock of hair out of his eyes.

There was the anger again, building up inside of me, scorching my blood and quickening my breath. It was like theft, what she was doing. It was crazy because I hardly knew Isaac. I knew he had a quirky taste in music and he liked to pick me up. He adored cinnamon and buttery bread. He was known as the ‘playboy prince’ but he never flirted with the girls at school, just seemed bored by them. He was hard to define and it was messing up my head.

Stomping to the fridge like a sulky two year old, I yanked open the door and got out my carton of chocolate milk, chugging it straight, too tired to get out a mug. Rose giggled. I spun round, milk above my mouth and my eyebrows raised, daring her to let out another sound.

She sighed at mead n walked out of the room, leaving Isaac and I to stand awkwardly.

Nothing new then.

‘Stop doing this, Blair,’ was all he said.

‘You really think I-‘I stopped abruptly as Rose strutted back in.

‘A word, Blair?’ her tone was patronising, making me feel small. She was in ridiculous heels though.

I nodded. ‘Isaac. Out.’

He gave us both confused looks, his eyebrows furrowing and his eyes becoming blue by the sunlight. Still, he went out like the gentleman he was. By then, Rose and I had started an informal stare-off, but she broke it off as she opened her mouth to speak. ‘I don’t know if I made it clear, but no one finds out, okay? No one. Or everything will happen and, hmm, I don’t know how chaotic it would be if it all got out on the same day,’ she stroked her chin mockingly, ‘ooh, or what if the press get hold of those naughty pictures? If you breathe a word of this to any of the boys, unless for whatever crazy reason I give you permission to talk to them, everything will come out.’

Rule 12-You are not scared of your cousin. You are not scared of your cousin. Repeat until it seems vaguely true.

I looked at Isaac from across the hall, the sense of longing filling me up to the brim. I couldn’t tell if I missed him, or if I was just horny, which was weird, I decided. Being horny was something that had always seemed crass and unladylike to me until that moment I saw Isaac standing at my door. Then it just seemed like something I would have to get used to.

I wondered what he was thinking, what his real reaction was to all of the stupid stuff. Yes, it was stupid, but it had to be done. I would make the best of the situation and focus on my studies.

With that mindset, my eyes glared at my Chemistry text book, reading the same sentence over and over again. It would get into my head. It would get into my head. But all that was getting into my head were the words at the corner of the page ‘Chemistry’ and then my mind went on to how I had never really had chemistry with Neil, just a lot of trust. And then how I had a hell of a lot of chemistry with Isaac. And how his blazer really made his shoulders look great.

You see that?! That’s why you can’t do Science!

Rule 13-Yeah, your prince turns you on. Embrace it!