Like My Mother

Chapter Eight

After I walked out of the party, Jase chased after me. When he grabbed my arm and pulled me to a stop, I turned and then his mouth was firmly planted on mine. I smiled against his lips and wrapped my arms around his neck as his wrapped around my waist. When we finally pulled apart, we were both smiling like idiots.

"I can't believe you stood up to Annalyn like that, I'm so proud of you!" Jase gushed. "But what was the stuff about her being pregnant and your brother?" He asked, obviously still very oblivious to the fact of who I am.

I sigh and walk away from him and go sit down on the side walk, kicking off my heels, and resting my head in my hands with my elbows rested on my knees. Jase came and sat next to me. For awhile we just sit side-by-side listening to the wild party still raging on behind us. I should probably get up and go back inside, find Stella and high tail it out of here. But I think I need to tell Jase who I am... before things go to far.

Stealing a glance at him, I can see he's sitting like I am, starring into the warm summer night. Probably wondering what in the hell I am about to tell him. "So...  I guess it starts with the fact that Annalyn is a total skank." I snort.

Jase cracks a smile at me. "But really it starts with the fact that she and my brother liked to.... mess around." I shudder at the thought of my brother being with someone like her. How gross. He surely does have low standards for a future king.

"Doesn't she mess around with anyone that has something hanging between their legs?" Jase retorts.

I laugh and shake my head at him, although I obviously agree. "Yeah well, it has more to do with... who my brother is." I mumble, not really ready to tell him who I am. I'm so terrified he will get up and leave me alone out here if I tell him. No one wants to date pathetic Princess Isabel. That much is obvious.

"And who's your brother? What's he like... a star jock or something?"

I shake my head and sigh. And here comes the moment I wish I could put off but I know now is the moment, or I'll ruin whatever could maybe, possibley happen. "My brother... He's.... Prince Kingston... Of Wales." I whisper but I know, with the dead of the night and the noise of the party in the background taking a dramatic turn to a slow song, he heard me.

Jase says nothing. He just sits incredibley still and stares at me, processing what I had just told him. After about five minutes, I grow annoyed and almost wish he'd yell at me or even storm off. Anything but just sit here and stare at me like I'm some kind of mutated cat. Reaching my final point of annoyance, I shove my feet back into my heels and shove myself up off of the side walk and head down the street to where I know a park is empty of all company. The perfect place to clear my head.

It's probably the worst idea in the world to walk to a park at this time of night in the middle of the summer with a raging party going on down the street, but I keep on walking and count the clacks of my heels as I go. After exactly 76 clacks, I have stopped in front of a swing.

Kicking off my heels again, I chunk them onto the grass next to the swing set and let my feet sink into the sand that is placed under the swings. As I start to swing myself back and forth, I close my eyes and picture my mother. I wonder if she'd support my decision of telling Jase who I really am. I barely know him, but I felt like something could really happen between him and I. And for that to happen, there has to be honesty.

I wish my mum was around, so that I could run home and snuggle in the bed while she sits on the edge of it and listens to me pour my heart out and then give me her expert motherly advice that I would then think is stupid and pointless but later realize how right she really was. Aunt Kate does this sometimes, but its not the same as it would be if it was my own mother.