He calls Me Princess

Who says Mondays are Boring?

You are unique just like everyone else. I'm kidding. You are great.

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~~~Onyx's pov!!!~~~

I hate Mondays. Who doesn't? They end your weekend and are usually soooo uneventful, long and boring.

Usually.

Alex offered to drop me off at school today before he went to go pick up Aana and I graciously excepted.

"C'mon princess you're gonna be late!! You already skipped school Friday!!" Alex yells up the stairs.

"IM FINISHING. MY MAKE UP. AND PICKING. MY OUTFIT. I ONLY NEED LIKE 30 MINITES. IF IM LATE IM LATE." I scream like a maniac.

I choose a short grey tank top, some dark blue short shorts, a red flanel to cover up my scandalous shoulders and a pair of black combat boots. I didn't put any make up on, just some chapstick. I felt cute. I usually covered more skin because of the scars, but it was warm out and I felt so confident. I ran down the stairs in only 10 minutes since I skipped my make up routine and ran to the car with my drawstring bag, hopping into the front seat.

"Ok, now where exactly is this school of yours, because I have no idea-", he stopped mid sentence to eye me up and down. "Princess, do you have to tempt me now?"

"I just thought it'd be nice to stop being so uptight for once." I giggle.

"I wish I could be in you tight right now." he mumbles under his breath.

My jaw hung open, "Alex! That was so inappropriate." I mutter although I was quietly wishing the same thing.

"You know, I can read your thoughts. I've never been able to read anyone else's, but for some reason yours are like signs above your head." He says curiously.

"Maybe that's a hint that I'm yours forever." I smile.

"You're right. You are. But don't expect to tie me down so easy." He jokes.

"Keep that mentality and you'll be dating your right hand." I say, raising a threatening eyebrow.

"Jeez. I get it. But you know I love you. And you love me too." he smiles

"Mhmm."

I do love him. He's everything I could ever want. But something felt wrong. My gut told me to stay in the house. And if I had listened, maybe I wouldn't be put in the situation I am currently in. Not enough detail? Let me explain the past before I get into the fucked up right now.

The drive to school was short and full of jokes and laughter. No matter how much time we spent together, we never ran out of things to talk about or do. There was always another story to be told, song to sing off-key, out-of-nowhere fact to spout out about ourselves, random laugh attacks to fight through or spontanious play fights that always seemed to lead to a little something more in our bed.

I always thought that couples like ours only existed in movies and books, but I guess I was wrong, because here he was. But enough of that lovey stuff. Because here is where I made mistake number one and two. Letting my guard down and forgetting about John.

Alex pulled into a parking spot not too far from the main entrance. I was reaching for my handle when the door was pulled open by who I thought was Alex, but instead turned out to be a beyond pissed off John.

"Who are you?" Alex questions, rounding the back of the car.

"Ask Onyx here. She knows." he looks at me with an angrily hurt expression that meant nothing to me.

"John." was all that fell out as the memories from the events at PJ's house party came flooding back almost drowning me. When he tried to drug me...