The Bad Boy's Princess

Chapter 10

We have a private jet, so I sit alone at the very back. Justine comes and sits in the chair next to me.

"Father was right," I mumble, "If he truly cared about me he would understand."

"Hey, he was a jerk okay? If he can't see how amazing you are then he he doesn't deserve you." She says, I nod, "You want something to eat? Oreos, Ice cream, you name it."

"I'm not hungry."

"Alright, want me to stay with you?'

I shake my head, "I'm fine."

"Just give me a holla is you need anything"

She walks off back to her seat with Joshua, where they continue to play with a deck of cards. I lean my head against the wall and look out the window.

I can't believe I let myself fall for that jerk. We barely even knew each other. I wish I really were in a movie and he runs to the plane and kisses me to stop me from boarding.

* * *

When we get back home, the doors open, Harriet and Hector run up to me, hugging my legs.

"We missed you so much!" Harriet screams.

"I missed you too."

Then they go off and hug father and Justine and Georgie sprints up to me, almost knocking me over.

"Hey girl, I've missed you so much." She barks at me and I scratch behind her ear.

"Have you missed me?" I hear a voice say.

I look to the doorway to the kitchen and see Anthony. "You have no idea."

He shrugs and I smile. Walking up to him and giving him a hug, he wraps his arms around my neck and I around his waist. "Did you get in to any trouble?"

"Only yesterday.." I mumble.

"Alright," he grabs my hand and leads me into the kitchen, he pushes to the counter top in the middle of the room and says, "Sit." I sit up on the counter top and grabs some chocolate covered almonds, knowing they're my favourite. "Tell me what happened." He demands.

I munch on the almonds, silently refusing to tell him about Jackson.

"Arabella." He growls.

"Fine! I met this guy and we were forced to be in the school play together and we were both leads and we kissed and we were like boyfriend and girlfriend and I really liked him he was really cool, but then on the last night was last night and he refused to let me and the guys walk out to the car just us so he walked us out and there were camera people and they were calling out Princess and King and Jackson was like what's going on why are they calling you that and i had to explain and because I brought him into the limo to escape the paparazzi I was forced to explain what happened and I haven't even really cried at all am I supposed to cry Anthony I really like him!!

"Father said that if he truly cared about me and wanted to be with me he would understand so obviously he doesn't really care and I was just some dumb thing he had once and in a few weeks he won't even remember me maybe I shouldn't even go back.." I splurt out.

"Bella calm down. Give him time, he may just be confused okay? I mean he found out the girl he was into was a princess of a small, not well known island." He says, rubbing my shoulder.

"I suppose.." I lean my head on his shoulder.

* * *

Soon enough Saturday comes around. My birthday. My birthday celebration or 'party' is happening tonight. 

I've been searching with Justine through my closet for a nice gown to find but nothing is really jumping out. Anthony walks in and sees all the gowns strewn across the floor. 

"What is going on in here?" He almost yells.

"You piece of shit you just yelled at a princess you peasant, to the dungeon you go!!" Justine screams - and I'm not sure if she's being serious or not. It's hard to tell.

"You two - everything away." He says. "Now!!" Then he leaves.

Justine and I put all the dresses back where they were and not even a minute later, Anthony comes back in holding a box in one hand and some red heels in the other. "Did neither of you see these on Bella's bed?" We shake our heads. "Justine, out." He hands me the box and shoes. "You have two hours, get these on, do your make up and your hair nice. And make sure you shower - you reek."

He walks out and I put the box and shoes on the ground.

* * *

When I hop out of the shower, and dry my hair, shave my legs, you know - the usual things a young woman does after her shower. I put a robe on and open the box I left in the walk in wardrobe. I pull out the dress - it's red and long and beautiful. There's also a tube of lipstick that matches the colour of the dress and shoes.

I do my make up and my hair and then I put the shoes and dress on. I look in the mirror and I don't mean to sound stuck up but-

"You look good." He says.