Another Cinderella Story

Crazy in Love

If wheelchair kid's YouTube video skit damaged the rest of my reputation, breaking Beady Reedy's nose damaged Daddy, Lois and Mummy's.

Mummy dearest told paparazzi that I've always been a troubled child, that my 'issue' was the reason she and dad split up. As if he didn't totally dump her ass when she chose to go on tour instead of stay with us.

As I drove my Lamborghini to school on Monday, I blast Beyonce's Crazy in Love from the speakers. If I'd known it would be a premonition for my day, I'd probably have settled for Amazing Grace.

Parking in my usual spot, I ignore the appreciative whistles my car is getting and shoulder my Prada purse, sashaying into school. I stop immediately at the students gathered there, just waiting.

"Scram punks!" I say and they reluctantly disperse. Tiffany jogs towards me.
"Girlfriend, hide!" She cries and I'm confused. Before she can explain, Archer walks towards us, Peyton marches after him, a cloudy expression on her face.

"Girl you're my angel
You're my darling angel
Closer than my peeps you are to me..." Archer slow sings. Without being told, I know this will be all over YouTube before the end of the day.

Archer has a nice voice but instead of being flattered he was serenading me, I'm angry and embarrassed.
"Hey hey hey. Enough with the singing!"
"My Cinderella!" He cries, pulling out my glass slipper with flourish. "I got your message."

"What message?" I ask, snatching the slipper. Of course it slips and shatters on the floor.
"I'll do anything for you! Climb the highest mountain to slay the dragon keeping my angel captive. I'll fight ten thousand men to get to your side my queen."
"Okay that's cheesy." Tiffany says and I smile as he bends to gather the pieces of the shoe.

"Peyton told me a while back that you're in love with me." Archer says. I look at the bitch and she arches a brow, smirking and obviously enjoying my discomfort even though it went against her plans.

"I don't love you." I defend myself. Who would love this fool!
"Don't deny it princess, I love me too. I mean look at me, I'm good looking, handsome and easy on the eyes!"

I roll my eyes at the line from glee. Gosh, this fool was ruining my already crappy day! Luckily, the bell goes and saves me from further ridicule.

During English Literature, Miss Jules goes on and on about the power of love and sacrifice. She gives an impassioned lecture about Romeo and Juliet, ignoring their differences to pursue pure love.

I half listen, half check for updates on my phone. She's interrupted by a delivery guy. The class snaps to attention as a line of guys holding red roses file into class, delivering their flowers and leaving. Miss Jules sighs as if it's the most romantic thing she'd ever seen, great!

I smell like a rose bush after class. This is not what ruined my day further, it's the fact that Todd, the guy behind me is allergic to roses and had to be rushed to ER because of me.

I groan, kicking a rose out of my path and approaching my locker. A box of chocolate sit within and a single rose is on it. I pull them out and match to the nearest bin, dumping the contents in.

"Whatchu do that for?" Archer asks from behind me.
"Stay away from me Archer."
"Your lip says one thing, your body says another." He pulls me too him, holding my head steady to kiss me.

My struggles are powerless and I start to regret refusing to join Lois for her Krav Maga training. He's so strong, I begin to understand the meaning of puny female. That's when I remember the oldest trick in the book.

His lips just touch mine and he's trying to force in his tongue when I bring my knees to his groin. He cups himself and drops to his knees, shoving me away violently. I land on my butt and know I've been bruised.

"You bitch! You'll be hearing from my lawyers." He cries.
"Bring it on, dirtbag."

I limp away angrily, knowing I was scarred for life! No guy have ever forced a kiss on me. The crowd of students part before me as I limp by, clicking and videoing all the way. Could my day get any worse!

Turned out it could. Someone had egged and toilet papered my Lamborghini, spray panting a single word in large block red letters, 'bitch.' I scream, sinking down to the cobblestone floor, crying, ignoring the vultures and their camera phones.