The Bad Boy's Princess

Chapter 8

The next show, I do the same thing, I hug him, no kissing.

I jog onstage and meet Jackson in the middle, we walk up the middle of the stage, I gesture to him, he bows and does the same for me, but instead I curtsy. People cheer and clap and we finish our bows. 

When we walk off stage a few ensemble members tell me I did a great job tonight. Suddenly a hand grabs me and the next thing I see is black.

"I'm warning you, you shouldn't hurt me, if you want to rape me I'm on my period so it will be messy. Do you really want a penis covered in blood? If you want to steal my stuff it's not on me and if you've come to kill me go ahead but you'll regret it." I spit out.

Someone bursts into laughter. 

"Who are you?" I ask.

"It's me. Jackson." 

Somebody kill me. "What do you want?"

"Are you really on your period right now? Because I thought that girls were incapable of doing stuff while bleeding you know, down there."

I laugh, "What, can't mister big shot say vagina?"

"Whatever." He grunts, "Is there a light in here?"

He starts moving around and bumping into me, he finds a switch but manages to knock us both over. Now, with the light on, I am aware of our position.

What are we, some main characters of a chic flick?

We're in that super cliche position where the guys on top of the girl.

"I think you found the light." I tear my eyes away from his and look around the room. "This is bigger than I thought." It's not a full sized room, but it's about the size of a small walk in wardrobe. "Oh, duh, it's the girls costume room."

No one moves.

"You can get off me now." I say.

"Right." He says. He stands up and helps me up. I brush myself off and go to open the door.

I turn the knob as far as I can and pull. Nothing. Push? Nothing.

"Jackson? We're locked in.

"Move aside, Princess." He says and fiddles with the handle. He falls backwards, taking the door handle with him.

"Oh great! Now you look what you've done!" I yell.

"It's not my fault!" He shouts at me.

I bang on the door, "Help!" I sigh and sit on one side of the door. 

"Do you have a phone?" He asks.

"Why the hell would I have a phone you pulled me in here right after the show and last time I checked phones weren't quite invented in the 1700's."

"Chill out crazy woman." He sits down on the other side of the door.

"Don't tell me to chill out you locked me in this room! Are you about to kill me?" I whisper and scoot back in with the clothes.

"I'm not gonna kill you." He says.

"Why am I here in the first place then?" I ask.

"I wanted to tell you something."

"Oh yeah? What, Goodbye Arabella I'm about to kill you?" I question.

"Arabella I'm not going to kill you! I really really like you okay? And I don't like girls like that. Ever. I'm not gay. I've just never really liked a person before. It's weird and I don't know how to act especially around you because you're different to most girls, argh - what am I doing I shouldn't have said anything I'm sorry forget I said that." He finishes.