How To Do It Like A Princess

How To Do It Like A Princess-Chapter 13

Chapter 13-Blair

To say that dinner was tense would be an understatement. To say that it was so uncomfortable it was like sitting on pinecones would be fractionally closer to the truth, but to be honest, I have no idea how to describe the way Isaac looked at me, like I had just broken his favourite Action Man, or whatever was close to his heart. I found myself really looking at the house with great interest. The kitchen and the TV room were adjoining, the sofa providing a little partition. We always ate breakfast on the counters that were raised to the level of a bar, but were really there so we could snack. The dining room was something else entirely, the kind of place you felt like you needed to go put on your fanciest dress just to feel worthy of looking at the door.

Like the Academy, it was old, brown and tradition radiated from every corner. The plates looked fancy and had a shield on it which obviously meant something to Isaac’s parents. There was a fireplace, standing proudly by the side, the official photos of the Royal Family gracing its mantelpiece. The moment Isaac’s parents had left, he had informed me that we would no longer be eating in the dining room, but rather on the breakfast table or the sofa.

So we munched on our Chinese on the white counters and Isaac swivelled around a bit on his bar stool, the whole time fixing me with an accusatory look. I decided to watch TV afterwards as there was a Big Bang Theory marathon on. I didn’t know when I had gone upstairs, or even if it was me who dragged myself off the sofa, but I woke up in our double bed, the cool sheets against my skin and an arm tracing stars on my back, raising goose bumps on my skin.

Confused as I was, I screamed and rolled out of bed, ‘ISAAC!’ I glared at him, shocked that he wasn’t mad at me, but then he met my gaze and nodded slightly. It felt like an understanding of sorts.

‘Mm?’ his head hung off the side and he was seemed amused, all traces of the betrayed expression from last night gone.

‘How...how did I get here? I don’t usually sleep in this bed,’

He nodded, a little sadly, ‘I know. You fell asleep watching TV, and I figured since we have school today that you wouldn’t sleep that well on a couch.’

‘I’ve been sleeping on my couch for the past two weeks!’

‘Yeah, but not well. You slept like a little...Bambi last night.’

I rolled my eyes at him, ‘The expression is baby,’

‘I know. You just look like Bambi in the mornings cos your eyes are so big and so brown,’ he gave me a one-sided smile, his face wearing his dimple proudly.

I blushed a bit at his comment, ‘Let me go brush my teeth.’

By the time I came back, he was slinging his tie around his neck, scowling at himself in the mirror and puffing out his chest a little. I smiled at him, watching his mouth form words and looking like he was giving himself a pep talk.

If he’s...forgiven me about Bolton, then I can forgive him about that Abi girl, right?

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t notice a pair of arms wrap around my middle from the back. My top had ridden up, and I could feel skin on skin and Isaac’s curls tickling my neck. I breathed in his Lynx, and then turned to face him. His shirt was half-open, the buttons not done up the right way and his tie uneven in the sense that the back part was longer than the front part. I chuckled t his disorganised appearance, while he just looked grumpy.

‘You a cuddler, Isaac?’ I asked, smiling up at him. I felt like I could be all smiles today, like Bolton and Abi were behind us both.

‘Only for you,’ he laughed and tweaked my nose. It was like I was on a rollercoaster-that scary feeling you get when your stomach starts to do back flips. Only it wasn’t my stomach, it was my heart.