The Bad Boy's Princess

Chapter 14

"Well?" I ask as soon as Justine answers my Skype call.

She rests her head on her hand, looking down, obviously doing homework. "Yeah he said pi.."

"Pi?" I ask.

She looks up at me. "Huh? Oh, right - he asked what message and I kicked him in the balls."

"Justine you need to stop kicking innocent boys in the crotch."

"Oh but it's so fun!!" She laughs.

"Justine how would you like it if someone punched you in the boob?"

"I would kick them in the balls - or punch them back"

"What if they were flat chested?" I inquire.

"Then I'd punch them in the face. Duh." She goes back to her homework. "What's 56 times pi?" She asks scratching her head with her pen. 

"175.929188601" I reply. 

"Nerd."

* * * 

"Arabella, your father would like to speak to you. He's in his bedroom." Anthony says, coming into my room.

"Can it wait? I'm in the middle of a good part."

"No - it can't wait." He insists. 

I sigh and put down my book, getting up and walking behind him. He takes me to my father's room and stops at the door.

I open the door, "Father? Anthony said you wanted to speak with me?" I look around and find him in his bed. "What are you still doing in bed? It's 10 in the morning."

"Arabella, I am not well. A doctor came earlier, he.." I grab a chair and place it next to his bed, sitting down. He takes my hand in his. "He said it could be extremely fatal at my age."

"Your age? Father you're only 52." I say squeezing his hand. 

"I know,"

"So what is it?" I ask.

"It's a kidney disease." He says before throwing up in a bucket already on the bed. "I'm going to di-" 

"Don't say that." I cut him off. "Don't say things like that. We can fix it." He starts shaking his head slightly. "Yeah you could get a transplant."

"Arabella. I'm sorry."

"Well, how long until.. You know.."

"A week at the least, a month at the most."

"You've got too be kidding me." I say, holding his hand up to my face. "What about the twins?"

"I'm going to find a good nanny. You'll be too busy being Queen." He explains

"Q-Queen?" I sputter. 

"Well yes darling, if I'm not here someone else has to take over, you're old enough and the first in line so it'll be your duty to lead this country." I nod. "I have to talk to the twins now so you can go back to reading or whatever you were doing." I nod and slowly walk out the room. 

I walk back to my room and sit on my bed. 

I sit there. 

Just sit there.

My father is dying.

I'm going to be a queen.

I'm going to be a queen.

Queen Arabella.

It does have some form of ring to it.

My father is dying and I'm going to be a queen.

* * * 

It's been a week since my father told me he had a fatal kidney disease. He's been moved to the hospital. My coronation is in a week. My father could die at any moment. Anthony is barely even my friend anymore. Since we found out about my father he's been so.. Official, and proper, and not like my best friend. 

I pick up my phone and call Justine. 

"Yo." She answers. 

"You need to come back to Unovria." I say, moving my spoon around in my yoghurt. 

"I can't, I have school to attend, the SAT's are next week I can't just leave yet. The principal would kill me." She explains.

"Well how about you tell the principal that your best friends father is dying and her coronation is next week!" I yell and hang up the phone, throwing it on the table. 

* * *

My coronation is tomorrow. The doctors have said that father can be there. But anything can happen between now and tomorrow. Justine is coming early tomorrow with the rest of the Rodriguez's. 

Anthony comes into my room, "Are you nervous?" He asks.

"Oh so now you want to act like my friend again?" I mumble.

"What are you talking about?" He asks coming closer.

"Ever since my father got sick you've been acting like some other person. You've barely even spoken to me." I say.

"Well I'm sorry, It's not my fault that he is kind of my king." He says, sitting down on my bed. 

I turn in my desk chair to face him, "And as of tomorrow I will be your queen."

* * *

I sit by my fathers side, an hour before the - my - coronation, he's in his own bed for today. He slowly points a finger at me. "I want you to be married to .." His eyes flutter closed.

"Father? Who, who do you want me to be married to?" I ask. I grab his hand and shake it. "Father? ANTHONY!!"

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Yay! It's my berfday 2day!!! (I'm sorry for that awfulness.)

But yeah it's my birthday today I'm a living conspiracy theory. Born 11/09/2001 and I'm not lying - every single day that I can remember I've seen the time 9:11... weird huh? And when I was born I weighed.. You guessed it! 9 11. Maybe it's a weird coincidence but thats what conspiracy theories are... Crazy coincidences.

Anyway's I hope you liked this chapter and I hope you're enjoying tbbp so far.

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