Confessions of a Fake Princess

Chapter 8- First Impressions and Ladies Man

Four hours later, I waddled into my room packed down with shopping bags from assorted stores and boutiques that my sister had managed to drag me to. I had said no to a few stores, seeing the frilly, annoying clothing and accessories, but had ended up with some really cute stuff. The one outfit that I specifically chose was my favorite though, the most like me. It was a black romper with white embellishments and tassels, a jean jacket, tan sandals, and some cute accessories I honestly didn't care enough to think about.

After attempting to put my clothes away, my phone buzzed, still as annoying as before. I really got to get a new ringtone, I thought to myself as I practically sprinted away from the mess on my bed. Mystery Boy... wait I knew his name now! Jacob had texted me a simple hi. I smiled thinking to myself about the 3:00 in the morning text message I had sent him days ago. I texted back quickly and soon heard a knock at my window. Jacob's handsome face loomed from behind the screen. Wait...handsome? Where did that come from? I shrugged and smirked while striding slowly across my room, enjoying the strain on Jacob's face. He looked like he was about to murder me and I could tell his arms were going to give out soon. I scoffed as I opened the window. "Weak," I murmured under my breath as Jacob collapsed on my carpeted floor with a big thump. Jacob shot me a dirty look that reminded me remarkably of the phrase if looks could kill, from his spot on the floor and held out his hand for me to help him up. I clasped his much larger hand and felt myself getting pulled to the ground.

Jacob chuckled as I joined him on the floor. "You. Big. Jerk. GET YOUR FAT BUTT OVER HERE SO I CAN GO FRICKIN KARATE KID ON YOU." I hissed, my cheeks flushing from embarrassment.

I crawled over to Jacob and tackled him, right when he was starting to get up. He let out a high pitched, strangled scream and I cackled loudly, completely forgetting all of my current conflicts, including my twin sister in the next room over.

Jacob and I laid side by side on my room's floor, both of us panting heavily. We had been chasing each other around the small space of my room and it had really tired us out. I sighed reluctantly and faced Jacob. "You probably need to go home now Jake, your parents will be worried about you." I was unaware of the nickname until Jacob smiled wistfully. Then abruptly he returned to himself as he nodded and winked, "I'll be back. Expect me Princess." Jacob climbed down the window and ran like last time, leaving me all by myself in my room surrounded by clothes. I picked myself off the floor and headed to my easel. I had to draw something. I started sketching Jacob's face roughly.

I had never been so happy with the way a picture had turned out. Jacob looked surprisingly good in the picture; his smile and eyes twinkling just as they did in real life. Just as I got out my colored pencils, Kris poked her head in the doorway, eyebrows raised. "Wow Kar, not even a week in and you already had a boy in your room." I blushed profusely and shook my head, blonde hair spilling from the sloppy bun I had put it in. "It's not like that. We're honestly just friends. Nothing else. I swear." Kris rolled her eyes and chuckled at my innocent answer, obviously noticing the drawing but not wanting to bring it up. I was thankful for that. It would be too hard to explain. "Movie?" she asked, quirking a smirk, that was all too familiar to her won mouth, and holding up her laptop. I nodded and jumped on my bed, tossing the clothes aside. "Oh no. We spent hours and hours finding those. You're going to put them away nicely even if I have to force you to do it." Krissy said, eyeing the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed. I sighed and began putting my clothes away once again. Leave it to Kris to become neat once it was my mess...

After watching Mulan for the 50th time, we sat on the bed, both immersed in our own thoughts. Kris broke away from the world in her head first and asked slyly, "If you don't like this guy, why is there a picture of him in your room?" Frick you twin telepathy. I blushed for the millionth time and responded quietly, "I never had any real friends before and I feel my first one should be captured in a way I'll always remember." Krissy smiled gently at my sincere words and left my room saying that I should sleep early because we all had school tomorrow. I knew she got uncomfortable when I mentioned my lack of friends. Kris regretted leaving me to fend for myself when she knew that I was easy to pick on. Too easy.