The Life of a Princess

Chapter 12 -My Hands Aren't Clean

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"In the end, everything will be okay. If it is not okay, then it's not the end." - Unknown

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Okay, so I did say that I wasn't one for those cliché, sweet romantic stories. And I said I liked it realistic. But, I mean, couldn't I just have my share of paradise? I totally deserved it after everything I had been through. But no, a certain lovesick blonde just had to burst in and rip away the blanket of privacy. And now, she wasn't the only pissed off girl in the room. Or, well, by the pool.

I was about to retort something that would've gotten me a slap, when Hunter stood up and smiled at Angela. "I'm sorry, that was inappropriate. Did you get the towels?" he asked nicely, completely unaware of the thick tension in the air. Angela's eye twitched and her face turned red in anger, but she smiled nonetheless.

"Yes, of course."

She handed Hunter his towel and was about to give me mine when she accidentally dropped in on the wet floor, soaking it all the same.

"Are you kidding me?" I said exasperatedly, glaring at her.

"I am so sorry!" she gushed. "I'm such a clutz." She bent down and picked it up, holding it as far away from her as possible. "And to think this towel was our last one! I feel so horrible right now."

My glare was mandatory. "M'sure you do," I retorted, making Hunter frown at me. I didn't bother putting on a nice face for him either, just raised a daring brow at him. "What?"

"Brianna, it was an accident, you don't need to be so-"

"So mean?" I cut him off. "Well, that's me, so deal with it."

He gaped at me slightly, looking disappointed in the girl he hadn't seen this side of. I scoffed and walked away from them and out of the garden down the long driveway. Stupid Angela, ruining everything, always. Now she's made me look like the bad one. That I was the one attacking her. She must've gotten the hint that he wasn't interested in her when she caught him snogging with another girl, me in this case. And still she tries to make a fool of me. Succeeding too. Why am I angered so fast?

I shivered as a cold breeze drifted through the air and through my soaked clothes. I was surely leaving a trail of water behind me with my soggy shoes and dripping dress, but I couldn't care less that I was in no condition to be walking the streets in the middle of the night. I wasn't staying in that house a minute longer. It would just be tense, and Hunter would be parting with Blondie against me. How could he be so blind? She was completely fake! Well, except her hair. That was real, I could see that from miles away, and it was gorgeous like the rest of her. Fuck, I didn't even stand a chance with him now.

And the worst part was that I did that on my own. If I'd just kept my cool...

I reached the streets and stopped, no idea which way was home. After a minute of debating, I went right and marched down the street quickly. My head was completely void of any logical thoughts (as per usual) and I started kicking down trash cans and throwing pebbles at random houses while screaming. Lights turned on inside and murmurs of people appeared in the otherwise silent night. Then I started running, my legs pounding on the hard and unforgiving pavement. I'd probably woken the whole neighbourhood, and all because I was a mean bitch towards someone who really didn't deserve it. Sure, Angela was fake. Sure, Hunter was blind.

But I was mean and becoming a person I didn't want to be anymore.

I didn't want to be sent away from my family because they couldn't tolerate me anymore. I didn't want to have the Marin's hate me because I was so rebellious. And I didn't want to have the few friends I had established, detest me because I couldn't stand the thought of anyone else with Hunter. But still, I was just a jealous shrew with nothing better to do than messing up everything nice coming along.