To Kill a Prince

Chapter ~3~

I pulled on my hood to cover my embarrassing curled hair. Zach had insisted, no, demanded I'd get my hair done so I could catch his younger brothers eye. Thinking over the plan, I had realized that I never asked for his brothers age...

I walked through the park with an angery look plastered on my face. Practically stomping around, I finally stopped to watch ducks play in a pond. I had to resist the urge to smile and continue forward. I was alone as I stomped around the park, my cloak blowing in the light wind. My hood stayed over my head as I passed by food stands. The guys behind the money box eyes me suspiciously but I just passed them by.

"Why do I have to be the bait?" I muttered before taking a seat.

I winced as I slammed my butt hard against the wooden bench.

I looked around the park, families were on picnics, couples were laughing, and kids were playing. This place was full of joy and little love, it was sickening.

"You seem like you're going to puke." A boy spoke up beside me.

I turned and looked at the boy with a menacing glare.

"I didn't hear you take a seat." I blurted out.

That was stupid! Why didn't you insult him? Or, why didn't you at least tell him off?

"Yeah, there's something called keeping quiet." He smiled a cheeky smile and my heart seemed to warm.

"Or you were just slow and tiptoed here." I reiterated.

"Or that." He laughed.

I smiled, feeling my chest get warm.

"So, I noticed you eyeing the love couple over there. Missing out on love?" His question was directed to me but he wasn't looking at me, rather his attention was drawn to the ducks that were waddling in front of us.

"Um, no... I was just looking around."

"Sure you were. If I was to look around," he quickly looked over the park, "then I'd say I feel left out in the family department."

"Family department?"

"Yeah, my family isn't the best family."

"Oh. I think love sucks." I confessed.

"Wow, ouch. Okay, so you'd never give love a chance?" The boy raised his eyebrows.

I looked at his brown hair as it waved over his forehead, merely missing his eyes which were such a warm brown. His smile seemed sincere and welcoming as his cheeks tinted pink.

"No. I'm tired of hearing people talk about there sappy, sad ending love stories. But I try not to think much of it because I don't want to be a hypocrite and end up like them."

"How would ending up like them make you a hypocrite?"

"Well, I always tell them how sickening love is and how stupid their story sounds. I don't want to end up telling them stories that I hated to hear in the first place." I smiled as I looked down at my intertwined fingers.

The boy ran his long fingers through his hair before licking his lips. I felt sort of mesmerized as I stared at his moist pink lips, but I quickly snapped out of it.

"I guess you make a point. But what happens if one day you do give love a chance?" He asked with one raised eyebrow.

"You know, you are a very social stranger." I giggled.

I cleared my throat while he chuckled at my response.

"What can I say? Being social comes easy to me."