Unexpected.

How it all started.

I've always dreamed of meeting my soulmate, falling in love, having a beautiful baby boy named Kristian, living in a pink house with a white picket fence, and having a golden retriever named Sadie.

But, that dream was soon tore apart, and stomped on by a little mishap, a little mishap who ruined my life, Princeton Tribbiani.

Princeton Tribbiani looked like he came out of an abercrombie and fitch magazine. He just looked that good.

I mean his name practically screamed "sex god."

Not only did Princeton come from a rich lifestyle, but he also played the part well.

Meaning: He was an arrogant bastard, who knew he had it all.

Princeton Tribbiani needed to get knocked off his high horse.

From his, beautiful brown curly locks, perfectly sculptured body, amazing jawline, breathtaking smile, the cutest dimples you will ever see, to his exotic gray eyes.

To sum it up, Princeton Tribbiani was - perfect.

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Flashback - two months ago.

July 28th, 2013.

My dress hung to my body tightly, my body was feeling moist, my pupils were dilated, my words were slurred, my poor little feet were covered in blisters, but this is what freedom felt like right? this is what a normal teenagers life should be like. All I could think about was how awful this hangover was going to be in the morning.

I laughed to myself pushing my way through the sweaty crowd, I couldn't help but giggle - well because I was absolutely drunk off my ass. My eyesight was becoming blurry, my head was pounding and my heart was going one hundred miles an hour.

I stumbled falling onto my knees, scraping the skin right off. Ouch this was going to be painful come tomorrow morning.

I was more upset over my spilled alcoholic beverage more than my bloody scraped knees.

"Are you okay there darling?" I heard the cutest little chuckle.

I groaned trying to pick myself up off of the floor, failing miserably I fell back on the ground.

"No." I slurred laughing.

"Here, let me help you." He said placing his hand out for me to grab it. I placed my hand in his letting him pull me up off of the floor.

"Thanks Guy." I said chuckling, pulling my high heels off.

"What's your name beautiful?"

"A'Miyah."

"Ah- Beautiful one, matches you perfectly."

I giggled, placing my hand over my mouth.

"You can call me Prince, beautiful."

"Prince." I repeated hiccupping.

"How about we go somewhere quieter?"

I nodded my head, letting him lead me upstairs.

That should've been my first warning.

Prince pushed open one of the bedroom doors, closing it with his foot.

I threw my high heels on the floor, walking towards the window.

"So-" I drawed out laughing.

"What did you want to talk about-"

Prince pulled me towards his body, crushing his lips onto mine.

My hands snaked around his neck, running my fingers through his hair. His tongue collided with mine while he moved his hands up towards the zipper of my dress, letting the dress fall around my ankles leaving me in nothing but my black lace.

My hands moved down towards his chest quickly unbuttoning his shirt throwing it off, Prince lifted me up throwing me on the bed, placing sloppy kisses on my jawline, my neck, my chest, my exposed stomach. His tongue flicked up licking the inside of my thighs, slowly sucking the life out of me.

I moaned, unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down with my feet, Prince lifted his body up pushing his pants down the rest of the way, his fingers knotted in my hair tugging on it gently.

My hips buckled, He pressed himself into me, sending the lower half of my body into spasms.

Prince tugged on the hem of my lace, smirking at me, before he controlled my body.

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I woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar room, covered up in nothing but a shirt.

I groaned placing my hands on my head, last night was a complete blank.

I rolled out of the bed, gathering my belongings, a piece of paper caught my attention.

"Mia, Thanks for last night, you were great. ;)

I really enjoyed you screaming my name, and I'm pretty sure the neighbors know my name if you catch my drift. ;)

ps. I'll forever remember you from the scratches on my back thanks to you.

I'm sure you're a lovely girl, but it's not you, it's me.

pps. If you could have my shirt dry cleaned, and returned to me, I'd appreciate it thanks.

Prince. "

Who does this Prince person think he is?

"It's not you it's me?" "I'm sure you're a lovely girl?"

"Have my shirt dry cleaned and returned?"

I threw the note down on the table, quickly changing out of this shirt, and into the clothes I came in.

I picked up the note again, rolling my eyes.

"It's A'Miyah, asshole." I muttered.

I walked out of the house, throwing the note and the shirt in a nearby garbage can.

Asshole didn't even get my name right.