Not Your Princess

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*All of Me - John Legend*

*Real Life - The Weeknd*

*Stupid in Love - Rihanna*


Justin


I sit in utter silence in my bed.

It had been hours since I posted the picture of Ashlynn, yet I was in the dark about how she would feel about it.

A sharp knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.

"Coming!"

I yelled as I emerged from the pile of pillows and blankets.

I opened the door and looked down.

Ashlynn was standing in the door way, clenching her fists.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?!"

"Ashlynn."

I said in a low tone, trying to calm her nerves.

"I don't want to hear it Justin! The least you could do is be happy for me and move on!"

My heart began to crack.

Slowly.

Painfully.

"I can't."

I spoke quietly.

"Why not?"

She screamed in my face.

"I love you too much."

I looked down at her as my pleading tears ran down my face.

"I'm only going to say this once Justin; I am not your princess."

I stay silent, knowing if I oppose her statement, I'll receive a slap.

Not just a slap, a Latina slap.

One for each cheek.

Latinas don't play around.

"I'll delete it."

I say quietly, pulling my phone out of my pocket.

"Damn right you will."

Her phone begins to vibrate, stopping her from snatching my phone from my hands.

A smile creeps on her face, with a hint of lust.

I sighed deeply, remembering the times when she would smile at my texts.

"There, it's gone."


I say, reluctantly deleting the picture.

She nods and looks around the house.

"When did you get that piano?"

She says, pointing towards the shiny baby grand.

"I've had it for a while, I just never put it out."

"Can you play something?"

She says, crossing her legs.

"Sure."

I walks coolly towards the piano and sit down.

*****


Ashlynn


Justin sits down and begins to play.

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