His Princess

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

If someone asked me why I was at an ice-skating rink, holding onto a guy I had known for less than a day’s hand for dear life while he tried to teach me how to ice-skate, I would’ve probably lied.

This morning, I had been staring at my father with a look on my face while he returned the look with one of his own and we had been like this for quite a long while.

We had just had that conversation where he once again tries to convince me to leave the house to absolutely no avail. When considering, ending a fight with a triumphant look on your face, please be cautious, because that look might just be returned. And if you break the look you are immediately exiled to lose.

Or that how my father and I were then . . .

Funny thing was that I broke the stare first when a deafening ring of the doorbell decided to ring. We rarely had visited. And those visitors that rarely came always called to say they were coming beforehand. Furthermore, I always kept track of who was coming, so who would visit that I didn’t know of?

Another funny thing was that my dad didn’t even look surprised. Instead he wore the triumphant stare that was meant to be mine. I was extremely ready to kill the person that the door for killing my staring game.

And I was going to do that, except the moment I opened the door, I shut the door right back shut and locked it.

“Kyra! C’mon, you promised!” Evan whined from the other side.

He was right and wrong at the same time. I didn’t make any promises to him, but I sure as hell should’ve expected it. How was I supposed to get out of this one?

“Erm, sorry Evan, but you see, my father isn’t feeling very well so I need to stay at home,” I replied through the door, just as I realised my mistake, because now that I said this, I’d have no chance of escaping this one.

My dad turned the corner and walked toward the door and myself, calling, “Evan, don’t trust this girl. She lies like Pinocchio, I swear.” Then he proceeded to push me aside away from the door and unlock it then open it once more. “Hello, Evan, here to pick up Kyra?”

“Of course, and she can’t disagree because she promised me.” He winked at me and I scrunched up my face in return.

“I did not promise you anything, Evan!” I retorted.

He faked a frown, but that frown soon turned into a simple shrug. “No matter, you should’ve expected it anyway, which I suspect you forget about.”

“Yes, I did. How sad, I’m not even dressed properly. Why don’t you come back another day? Hm, maybe never.” I crossed my arms over my chest. That was so childish of me.

Right after I said that though, Evan stepped into the house and lifted me up like I was weightless and carried me out the door like it was nothing. I childishly shouted for him to put me down while hitting him until finally he set me down just in front of his car, which was parked in front of my house.

I turned back to go back into the house, but he blocked my way.

“Dad!” I cried, but my dad just gave me a “just go with it” shrug.

“You’ll be fine sweetheart. By the time you come back, my check-up will be over; just enjoy yourself,” my dad shouted from the front door. I really couldn’t win with any of them. I tried to push through Evan, but that was a futile plan.

Instead, I decided not to be stupid and just got in the car with my hands crossed. I really had been childish. 

Now, I was on the ice rink was an over abused glutinous Maximus from the falls that I had taken. And here, Evan was doing all these stunts while I had to hold onto his hand. This was definitely his plan to embarrass me.