Once a Princess, always a Princess

chapter 11

Chapter 11

The next day I awoke with a blistering headache from the previous night’s crying. The sunlight that beamed through my window stung my half open eyes and if it was what a hangover was supposed to feel like then I never, ever wanted one. I felt like death personified. I threw on my silky dressing gown and lazily headed down to the kitchen in search of some pills for my head. As I entered, Maria voiced a cheery hello.

“Good morning Adonnia.” She beamed -much like that god forsaken sun that woke me every morning- brightly at me.

“Ow, ow, not so loud.” I cowered away from her, shielding my ears with my hands.

“Someone been on the drink?” she joked.

I snorted in response. “Could you imagine?”

I walked past her and as I stretched up to the first aid cabinet to grab a couple of paracetamol I heard someone else enter the kitchen.

“Good morning Xavier.” Maria cheerfully repeated to the next victim of her bubbly and over the top personality.

Upon hearing his, the one who shall not me named’s name, my heart beat quickened and I made a quick dart for the exit, picking up the glass of water Maria had kindly left me on the work top I scuttled as fast as my little legs would carry me out of there. I avoided Xavier’s penetrating gaze and instead focused my frown on the tiled floor. I didn’t want to give him the chance to say anymore harsh words to me or let him see the stupid tears that had sprung to my eyes once again.

Once having reached the safe haven called my bedroom I breathed I sigh of relief that I had survived my first encounter with Xavier, even if the awkwardness was partially my fault. Next up, the ride to school with him.  Don’t ask me why he doesn’t sleep at his own house/mansion/palace/castle instead of crashing at mine, so he practically had a bedroom here but it didn’t mean he had to use it.

I grabbed some clothes and headed to my overly large bathroom to do every girls morning chores: shower, teeth, hair, and makeup. After brushing up quite nicely in comparison to how I felt inside, I grabbed my little brown ankle lace up boots, tugged them on then skipped down the stairs as I was bordering on being late. As I clambered, not all that gracefully, into the limo in my hast to be ontime, I didn’t quite remember to pick my feet up and when my calf hit the low slung height of the limo I did a body palm onto the carpeted floor. My cheeks instantly flamed red in embarrassment and instead of doing the normal thing of standing up and then walking to my seat, I crawled. Once firmly sat in my seat, that I only prayed was risk free, I dared a glance at Xavier. He lips were set in a straight line, brows slightly furrowed though I thought I could see a glint of amusement in his eyes behind the ice cold wall, well, glad I could be of service. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked the other way.

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Bella was overly excited to see me back at school and as we walked down the corridor she twittered on about only god knows what, me, only half paying attention,  couldn’t help but  glance in Xavier’s direction and see that Stacia was hanging all over him. I scowled and quickly averted my gaze when Xavier’s ice cold eyes locked on to mine. My chest tightened into a spasm at the cold and calculating expression on his face but I immediately brushed it off and started to listen to what Bella said.

“You know, my mum still isn’t over the fact that my best friend is a princess.” She chattered from beside me. “She wants to invite you and ‘that charming prince’, as she so eloquently puts it, over for tea one day. You in?” she gave me a sideways glance.

I pouted and whined. “Does Xavier have to come?”

Bella rolled her eyes. “Adonnia, what do I keep telling you? Don’t think about the arrogant piggy personality he has, just think about the body he has. Um ummm.” She giggled sighing dreamily.