Playing Princess

Part Six: Talking with a Two-faced Twerp

Part Six: Talking with a Two-faced Twerp

"And then he did what?!"

"He hit him!" I exclaimed, pacing back and forth. Quinn was sitting on the bed and watching me intently.

She stared at me with wide eyes. "Where?"

"Right in the face!" I threw my hands in the air and winced as I hit a lamp. Luckily Quinn hopped up in time to catch it. I gave her an apologetic glance and made a mental note to stop using expressive gestures.

"Oh my god. That's illegal," she said, tossing her lamp into the corner. It really wasn't a concern at the moment. "That's child abuse."

"You think I don't know that?" I cried and flopped onto the bed. I stared at the ceiling and tried to make sense of what I had seen. Internally, I smiled at the constellations of glow in the dark stars that spanned her ceiling.

"So, what did you do after that?" she questioned, pulling me up and out of my trip down memory lane so that she could look me in the eye.

"I, um, tried to run but Mr. Prince stormed out of the room and caught me." I rubbed the back of my neck. The running part was a bit of a lie but my pride was not what the discussion was supposed to be about.

"No way," she squealed. "What happened?"

"I don't know," I cried. "I sort of tried to apologize but he thought I was there to collect, I don't know, drugs or something and then starting shouting about some dude named Jeff."

I shuddered as Mr. Prince's veins popped out of his bright red neck over and over in my memory. That was definitely something I was going to be seeing in nightmares for quite a while.

"Sounds like you do know what happened," she muttered and paced to the door. Suddenly, her head whipped back towards me. "Did Prince see you?"

Time stopped.

I looked at her, horrified. "I didn't even think of that." I whispered. I wondered what Prince would think if he had seen me there. Maybe he thought I actually was there to get drugs from his dad. That might actually be less embarrassing than me having been there to apologize.

Quinn bit her lip to hold back a giggle.

"Why are you laughing?" I exclaimed. "This is not a laughable situation!!"

That only made her laugh more. She hugged her arms around her stomach and her shoulders shook with restrained guffaws. "You are so screwed." she managed, shaking her head.

I glared at her for a minute before resigning to sit down on the bed and sigh. "You're telling me," I muttered. School was already going to be horrible on Monday; I had detention for a week because of "my little stunt in the science lab."

We sat there in silence for a minute, thinking about this and that and everything in between.

"It's kinda hot, though," she said offhandedly.

"Huh?" I turned to her, my brow wrinkling with confusion. Quinn pretty much thought anything walking on two legs was hot. Not including birds.

"His daddy issues," she shrugged.

I choked a little bit. "What?"

"It's nothing," she blushed and avoided my eye. "I just think he's kind of cute."

"You have got to be kidding me." I jumped up from the bed and assumed what could be considered a threatening stance.

"What?" she said innocently. "It's not a big deal."

By this time I was angry. Incredibly angry. Fuming. Raging. I wanted to bash Quinn on the head with her fancy little lamp.

"I literally just set you up with the person you've been crushing on for, like, ten years and now you suddenly want to date Prince?" I was probably shouting, but I didn't care. "Really, of all people."

"Okay, first of all," she stood up, getting angry. "I don't want to date him and second of all– wait, what do you mean, 'set me up?'"

I bit my lip guiltily. My minute of fury ended as soon as I realized my mistake. I internally deliberated whether I should tell her about the bet or play it cool. When I finally looked her in the eye a hurt expression flickered across her face.

"Seriously, Eliza?"

I nodded slowly, carefully watching her reaction. She sank down to the floor, stunned.

"I can't believe it," Quinn whispered. Suddenly her shock turned to anger and she climbed to her feet. "All this time, I actually thought he liked me for me."

I pleaded with her, "He does, Quinn, he totally does. Maybe it started as a bet but now he really likes you."

She scoffed at me and turned away. "Like I'm going to believe anything you say."

"Please, Quinn?" I tried to get her to look me in the eye to show that I was serious but she shrugged me off.

I backed off to give her some space for a little bit. I hoped that she would cool down and listen to my apology but it didn't look likely. Usually our arguments lasted about 5 minutes and then we would make up.

It was a good ten minutes before I realized that she wasn't going to say anything.

"So...," I started awkwardly.

Abruptly, she said looked up from her lap and said, "You can get out now."

"Quinn, I didn't mean to–"

"I said get out, please," her face was turned away from me but I heard her voice waver. My best friend was crying. And I had no way to comfort her. Because it was my fault in the first place.

I groaned as I shuffled out her door, sending one last regretful glance back in her direction before making my way outside.

My mom wasn't able to pick me up for at least an hour, since she was still at work. I wished for the millionth time that I had my own car. Normally, I would call Damon for a ride but he would ask lots of questions that I did not want to answer.

I resigned myself to a long walk home, regret burning in every step I took. My one consolation was that Prince might not have seen me at his house. In which case, he would still be angry at me for, you know, lighting him on fire.

Everything was a mess. I would have given anything to go back in time and not bet with Damon. What was I thinking, anyway? I had known Damon forever and I literally nothing good had ever come out of a bet with him. There was zero chance that I would even get my concert tickets if I won.

Oh, why did Marina & the Diamonds have to be so good?

A/N: Hey, all! Finally back!

For some reason, wattpad wasn't letting me publish my chapters. I finally got some help and now I can publish this chapter!

This chapter is a sort of a filler chapter, sorry about that. It was a little bit boring for me to write, so I hope it wasn't too boring for you guys to read!!!

I loved all of your comments on the last chapter!!! I randomly got like 11 new readers on some weird date in February so that was pretty cool too. :)

As always,

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