Love me (A Princeton Love Story) •ON HOLD•

Chapter 9

Prince. . .

She was so beautiful. From her perfect brown skin, to her beautiful hazel eyes. It was amazing. Everytime I look into those eyes of hers, I can see our future together as a couple. No kids, a big and beatiful house, and little Beans.

She had to be mines. There isn't anything I couldn't do for this girl. Why am I saying this in my head? Why aren't I just telling her this instead? Well maybe because I was still a stranger to her, although it felt like i've known her forever. Was it that I'd never saw a nice looking young lady or was it that she was so gorgeous? I have no clue and no possible way I could describe her.  But then again, the looks are deceiving. She could be a bad girl daredevil willing to do anything for something stupid. Then again, she could be a softie under that hard shell of hers.

I couldn't tell, because the way she handled that knife and scolded me earlier made me believe she was bad. But the way her eyes became softer and the way she blushed when I told her that I did all of this to help her, I couldn't decide.

Lost in thought, I hadn't even noticed she'd been in the bathroom for a while. I was still staring at the door, mesmerized.

She quickly flung open the door and held the knife against my chest once again.

"Here we go with the knife again." I chuckled. She poked me with the knife.

"Shut up!" She growled.

I was completely confused at her reaction. Wasn't she just deep in my eyes? We were both basically in our feelings. I could tell she was thinking of me. I know her attempt to pretend to use the restroom. I've seen it all before.

"Alright." I said. And that seemed to have made her even more mad than she already had looked.

"Didn't I say shut the hell up!?" She yelled.

"No, you said shut up." I couldn't resist the smartness that came out of my voice. It was an outburst. Didn't mean to. But with three other brothers, and with me being the eldest, it was sort of a habit.

"Just shut up! Don't talk unless I tell you to!"

"Okay but what if-"

"I didn't tell you to talk, did I!?"

I shook my head no, and became a little more frightened because she seemed to have gotten the knife deep enough to where it went through my sweater and touched my skin.

She looked around me for a second, as if trying to see if there was anyone else that could possibly be in the house. Then she looked up at me and observed me a while. She looked like she had a whole bunch of questions she wanted to ask me.

"Who else knows about me?" She asked in a stern voice. I didn't answer, though. I was just told not to say another word. Not to mention that my life was at sake here. After a few seconds, she asked again.

"I said who knows about me!?"

"I can't talk remember?"

She became more irritated and mad obviously. She lowered the knife and grabbed my chin and shook me. I almost thought she was about to kiss me. But no, she did something way worse than that.

"Answer the damn question or I'll slick your fucking neck." She whispered in my ear. It sent chills through my body. Her lips were at the crook of my neck, but she just had to be whispering to me! She was just. . . Perfect.

Even if she just threatened my life. She just made me a little horny. The way she threatened me, that could be a way of sex talk. I hear my mother and father talk like that all the time! After a while it gets a little disturbing. They do it almost every Wednesday, so guess how much sleep I get? None.