Playing Princess

Part Three: Persisting with a Pompous Prince

Part Three: Persisting with a Pompous Prince

Today was the day. I resolved to make my move on Prince before the start of school. I had even gone so far as to ask Damon to drive me twenty minutes early.

When preparing for battle, one must dress the part and I definitely did. Army green skinny jeans with an adorably bad-aśś jacket hit the mark, and my lace-up combat boots sealed the deal.

For once I actually looked like I belonged on the back of Damon's motorcycle.

He, of course, didn't seem to think so. "Whatever look you were going for," he chuckled, "you missed."

The second we got to school I made a beeline for the library. That's where you find smart people, right? I wouldn't know.

Before I could even reach the school's door, Quinn pounced on Damon.

They would be dealt with later; there were way more pressing matters at hand.

The plan was simple, like my Uncle Pete. Except, unlike Pete, this plan might actually work.

Step One: Date Prince.

Step Two: Breakup friends.

Step Three: Go to concert.

Step Four: Console broken-hearted friend.

Easy peasy. The only part I had qualms about was the last one, and we could burn that bridge when we crossed it.

That's a metaphor smart people used, right? Like I said, I wouldn't know.

But I might not want to try that one out on Prince.

Luckily for me, I spotted his shiny Audi pulling into the parking lot before I made the long trek to the library.

Prince entered the school through the side doors, which meant I either had to cut across the parking lot or haul aśs through the school to catch up with him.

Seeing as everyone in my school walks side by side at the pace of a crippled sloth and takes up the whole freaking hallway, I chose the parking lot. Getting hit by a bus never hurt anyone much.

After dodging cars with the speed of a rabid squirrel and probably the agility of a crippled sloth I slid in the doors and found Prince at his locker.

"Hello," I said to him before I had time to overthink it and he looked up in surprise.

He squinted. "Have we met?"

"Not formally." I smiled. "I'm Eliza."

"Why are you telling me this...?" Prince continued to shove books into his backpack and paid me little attention.

I sighed and stopped smiling. "I need your help."

"Yeah?" he finally looked up and I noticed for the first time that he had shockingly blue eyes. I wondered if they were colored contacts.

I nodded, hopeful.

"Well, you might want to find someone else." He slammed his locker in my face and tried to hastily walk away from me. I grabbed his sleeve and yanked him back, pulling the sleeve of his blazer off of his shoulder in the meantime.

Prince regarded my coolly, and I could just about see the wheels turning in his head as he decided what to do with me. "Is there something you need?"

"I need you to stop being a pretentious as.shole, for one." I blurted.

"Excuse me?" He looked at me in disbelief and I covered my mouth in shock. I meant to say it out loud, but I hadn't really meant for him to hear it, you know?