The Bad Boy's Princess

Chapter 16

Justine's POV  ^^^ Justine's outfit too btw | 

"What the hell do you three want?" I say, walking out to where Chris, Jackson and James are, at the gates of the castle, aggravating the security.

"Do you know these boys, Justine?" One of the security men asks.

"We are not boys! We are men." Chris clarifies.

I laugh, "Yeah let them in." I say and they're let in. "For the record, you are definitely boys." I say.

"A boy does not have these kinda muscles." Chris says, flexing his muscles. He looks me up and down and frowns. "How long have you had a belly button piercing?" He asks.

"Since I was fourteen." I say.

"Wow..what a badass."

"Yeah.. Anyway. Why are you guys here?" I ask.

"I'm here for Arabella." Jackson mumbles.

"Dude." I say and stop. "You ignored her for so long. You can't just go and confess your undying love all of a sudden."

"Watch me." He says and starts walking towards the castle.

"Okay and how are you going to find her?" I ask.

"We need you for that part." James says.

"Oh no no no. I am not being a part of your little scheme." I say.

"We just need you to show us to your room and Arabella's room." Chris says.

"Why?" I ask.

"Well, James will stay in Arabella's room, Chris will stay in yours, and I will search around for her. Unless she's already in one of your rooms. By the way, even if you don't help us we'll eventually find her." Jackson says.

The boys all look at me and I sigh. "Fine."

"Thank you," Jackson says, "You won't regret it."

I show them to Arabella's room where James stays and then I take Jackson and Chris to my room. Jackson leaves but Chris stays. 

"So." Chris says, sitting on my bed.

I sigh and open my laptop. 

"Why do you wear so much black all the time?" He asks.

"Because I like the colour."

"Okay...Why do your pants have so many holes in them?"

"Because I like how it looks."

"Why do you wear such revealing clothes?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?" I ask, turning in my desk chair to face him. 

"I wanna know stuff about you. That's all."

"Why?" I ask, crossing my legs and turning my head to my laptop that made a 'new notification' noise.

"Coz um.. you're pretty.." He mumbles.

"I'm what?" I say.

"Hm?" He replies.

"You just said I'm pretty." I say.

"No I didn't." He argues.

"Whatever."

"You're not pretty. You're hot."

I feel my cheeks warm up and I glance at him. He's stood up now. 

"Really, really hot." He says, walking closer, slowly.

"What are you doing, Chris?" I ask.

He bites his lip and leans his hands down on my chair's armrests. But I think he forgot my chair has wheels because the weight he puts down on the chair causes it to scoot back, he falls, his head hitting my legs before he falls to the ground. 

I hold back a laugh and get up from my seat, "Are you okay?" I ask, bending down.

"My head hurts a little but I'll be okay." He answers.

"Is it just your head? Anything else?" I ask, looking him over.

"My ego." 

I laugh and sit with him.

"And my lips."

I raise an eyebrow.

"I bumped them.. On the chair.. Or your legs, not sure."

I nod.

"But you know what they say."

"I don't, actually. What do they say?" I ask.

"Um.. Something like a kiss is the best medicine?" He says and I laugh.

"Oh is it now?" I tease. 

"Worth a shot." He says, looking at my lips, leaning closer to me.

"We don't have all day, are you going to kiss me or not?" I say and fake a yawn.

He cocks an eyebrow and puts a hand on my neck, pulling me right in front of his face. His eyes turn in to a blur but he doesn't kiss me. 

"That's rude." I whisper. "Just kiss me already."

And he does.