House of Cards [ON HOLD]

Chapter Six: "No one can call me princess but him."

Chapter Six: "No one can call me
princess, but him."

A/N: David Franco as Valren Garcia, picture above.

Enjoy! :*

Yesterday went by so fast, the next thing I knew it was already saturday.

Great, tomorrow is Monday which means detention for a whole week, can life be anymore cruel?

I never get detention, ever. Well, maybe except when I was in seventh grade when I accidentaly- maybe not- punch a guy- or a gay- on the face, oops?

Here, I am now still in my pajamas, watching netflix in two in the afternoon. Sue me.

Aliyah came barging in my room, carrying some bags and a picnic basket. She took off her sunglasses and smiled at me from ear to ear. She set down her stuff and walk straight to my closet, she rummaged through my stuff and I just lay there on my bed looking at her flustered.

Finally she took out my white bikini- wait, hold up, what?

"What are you doing?" I asked, closing my loptop and getting out of my bed.

She turned around holding my bikinis, "Why of course we're going to the beach, silly. What else?"

"Uh, last time I check. I already made a commitment with my bed and netflix, for today." I replied grabbing my bikini and putting them back inside my closet.

She grabbed them back again and I rolled my eyes, she's so stubborn sometimes- uh actually everyday- but still I love her, that's one thing we have in common, we're both stubborn.

"Uh, yes we are. You've been stuck in this house- might I mention, ever since Travis made that threat. Quinn and I already reassured you that he is not going to lay a finger at you," She affirmed me, shoving my bikinis to my chest. "Now, put it on- and don't forget to cover it up." She winked at me.

"You guys heading to the beach?" Quinn spoke, as he laid his elbows on the window frame.

"No." I stated seriously whilst Aliyah squeled "Yes."

"Really, which?"

"We, are going to the beach. If you want to tag along you can." Aliyah grinned, she waved to Quinn as she closed the window and the curtain.

I whined, "But I don't want to go to the beach."

"But you don't have a choice." She sing-song, as she skipped around the room happily, okay. What did I missed?

I groan in frustration, I give up, I'm not going to win anyways. I obeyed her, quickly putting my bikini on - yes I stripped butt naked in front of her - what? We're best friends after all.

After, I put on some denim short and a white v-neck- see I have a thing for v-necks- once I'm done, I put my hair up in a messy bun.

"Alright, I'm done."

She jump up in excited- like literally- she grabbed her things and went downstairs. I took out my shoulder bag, and basically shoved my phone, earbuds- which is a must- some sunscreen, and my precious sunglasses.

I ran downstairs, kissed my mum on the cheek and before I could make it outside, our home phone rang. I quickly pick it up, "Hello? Warner residence." I sang, and yes my parents taught me to always say 'Warner residence' everytime we pick up the phone. I know I'm not the only one.

"Mum! Someone wants to talk to you!" I hollered from the living room to the kitchen. It always scares me when my mum is in the kitchen, I hope the house is still in one piece when I get back.