Princess Can Fight |✓

Chapter 42: Oh and I failed calculus. That kinda sucked.

CINDY'S POV

My mind was shutting down. With every passing moment I could feel my breathing get shallow. The warm body pressed against my own was hardly making a difference.

My tired fingers found his firm chest and pushed him away from me. He accepted it. He took a step back and looked down at me.

There was something about the look in his eyes that almost pissed me off.

I let a weak shadow of a smile spread across my lips and pulled out a cigarette from my pocket.

Almost intuitively he offered me a light.

I allowed the poison to fill me.

"Aren't you going to tell me it's bad for me?" I snorted.

"We all have bad habits Cind." He pulled out a cigarette of his own.

"Would you look at that. I've managed to corrupt the King." The words made reality easier to swallow.

He let himself smile.

"I suppose now would be the right time to tell you that personally I'd much rather refer to you as Flynn." I said.

"Sure, I'll be Flynn for you." He shrugged.

"So tell me Flynn. Why am I not being tossed across the room for screwing up?"

"Because as much as you fail to realise this Cind--I still think you're the same angel you were the first time I saw you."

"So Flynn likes to flirt, huh?" I sighed. "Shame. Here I thought maybe we could be friends."

He laughed.

"At least someone here still possesses the ability to be happy--hold the fuck up, you're happy? Bradley Kingston? Is this really the same little screwed up kid who was pretty much a professional brooder?"

"Things change. I let go. Happiness just sort of came after that, I guess?"

"Ah, my precious little sister. I heard." I curled my nose with disgust. "And here I thought you were into someone more like me."

"Now who's flirting?" He smirked.

"Oh you wish Flynn." I shook my head and puffed out some smoke.

He smiled and went back to mixing something that he said was going to be breakfast. I don't understand why he's so adamant about this breakfast thing! I didn't get it. I suppose it must've been one of those things he remembered caring about as a kid and it just stuck?

"Hey, Flynn?"

"Yeah?"

"Give up on breakfast." I said.

"Come on Cind, tell me being sad doesn't make you hungry?"

"It kills my appetite actually."

"Now there's exactly the Cindy I know and love, isn't it?" He smirked and looked up at me.

"Fine, what are you making?" I got off the counter and walked up to him.

"How about, you go take a shower and then I tell you?"

Of course.

"Only if you shower with me."

"Then who's going to make breakfast?" He frowned like a little child.

"I guess we'll just have to go after breakfast then?" I was trying to put it off. And he probably saw right through me, but that's okay, I guess?

"Alright, I'll shower with you, come on." He left whatever the hell he was trying to make for breakfast on the counter and took my hand.