Wherefore Art Thou Prince Charming

Chapter Nine

I yawned as I started to awake from my slumber. Looking around me, I couldn't familiarise myself with my surroundings. A sudden flash of panic overcame me when I saw I was laying next to Scott.

Suddenly, flashbacks of last night made their way to the front of my mind.

"Come and stay at mine tonight? It's much closer, and there's no way in hell I'm driving you back now"

"Well, my mum has always informed me not to shack up with strangers; but I don't see why not".

Ugh, I'm such an idiot!

I looked around me and took in my surroundings; trying to get myself out of my sleepy state.

The walls of the room were covered in band posters and memorabilia, posters of bands I loved - such as Queen and Blur - were even lining the edges of the freshly painted ceiling.

There was a bed side table to my right, and on it there was an ashtray full of tiny cigarette butts, ripped concert tickets, empty energy drinks cans, chewing gum wrappers and an empty condom packet... Wait....

I looked to my left and saw Scott sleeping peacefully. I was, surprisingly(!), bought out my tired state and suddenly became overwhelmed with shock. His dirt brown hair was perfectly messed-up (if you get my drift), and a faint scattering of freckles could be seen lined vertically across the bridge of his straight yet ever so slightly upturned nose. His full lips were left slightly ajar, making him look even cuter.

Oh, and he was topless.

HE WAS TOPLESS! And I'm presuming he had nothing but his boxers on too, due to the jeans on the floor next to the bed.

I immediately lifted the bed covers up - but slowly enough to ensure I didn't wake the Adonis next to me - to make sure I was still fully clothed.

Thankfully, I was. But I couldn't help but sneak a peek at what was next to me, and let's just that it wasn't unimpressive.

I slowly crept out of bed and tiptoed towards the door.

"Where are you going?" A husky, familiar, tired voice asked.

"Uh, just going to have... A fag?" I asked, confusing even myself.

"Well they're on the bedside table" I heard, followed by a low chuckle.

I mentally cursed myself and walked back to the bed, looking over at him. He was suddenly asleep again and looked exactly the same; except he now had a soft smile on his face.

***

I pulled my phone out of Scott's charger - whilst he still slept, mind - and was taken aback by all the messages and missed calls.

Unknown Number: How are you??? Your mum said your staying over with someone who's practically a frikin stranger?? X

Unknown Number: hello?? X

Unknown number: are you ok???? X

I quickly replied asking who it was, then quickly rang my mum telling her where I was.

BEEP

The unknown texter quickly responded;

: Its me, Kai.

Me: Oh. What's it to you where I am? You didn't bother asking for, what 2 years? And now it's suddenly an importance? Ha.

Kai: Sorry for caring.

Me: Too late.

I slammed my phone on the table and trudged to the main bedroom to see why Scott hadn't yet awoken to find that he was in fact awake. Leaning over the door frame, I saw him sitting upright; playing Candy Crush...

"Bastard! How long have you been up? I need to get home!" I exclaimed.

"Not long, but long enough to hear you violently smack your phone against the table about 4 times. If its messed up, you're paying!

I let out a low laugh and sat on the bottom of the bed.

'No, but seriously; what's wrong?"

"Ah, it's nothing. But seriously; but put some clothes on and take me home".

"Sure thing baby!" He said excitedly, trying to add some humour into the scene.

I rolled my eyes at him and smiled, appreciating his efforts.

***

I sat in Scott's range rover and wondered how he could afford it all; the car, the flat, the designer clothing... He either came from a very rich family or was a very good criminal. I watched him walk into the petrol station after filling up his car; he was so damn hot. I felt so bloody weird around him - feelings I don't think I've ever felt before. I ran a hand through my blonde hair and sighed; something about him was making me crazy.

I saw him wave in my direction through the window and asking for my approval on the packet of Marlboro cigarettes he was holding up. I shook my head, so he asked the cashier something. A few minutes later he pulled up a packet of Lights. Smiling and nodding in agreement, I put my thumbs up to him, to which he replied with the cutest, most sincere smile - ever.

I don't know what I was feeling right now, and I don't know why, but I think I kind of liked it.

Wait, this was weird. This whole set up was weird.

Am I actually falling for a guy who yesterday pretended to kidnap me?

Did I really go to bed with someone I only knew for 6 hours, when my boyfriend who I hadn't seen in 2 years was home?

And was this the first time I'd actually thought about my boyfriend since I heard he was messing around with me?

I don't know what was happening; or why. But I had a strong instinct that this wasn't the end of it as I saw a clumsy Scott trip over a hose pipe and I could swear my heart skipped a few beats.