once upon a time there was a princess. she was beautiful, but also sarcastic and confident.
one day, she meets her charming prince.
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actually, he's more of an arrogant asshole, in her opinion. so we'll call him the asshole.
this is their story.
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Today was meant to be a relaxing day.
Last weekend of the summer holidays, playing basketball with my mates and having just a tad bit more of fun until school rolls back in. And here I am, arguing with an obnoxious, unfortunately attractive girl with a yellow stain on her top.
I cannot lie to myself and say that she isn't gorgeous, her hazelnut skin glowing in the sun, her long legs on show in her high waisted shorts. Her curls are let loose diamond-shaped face is adorned with cat-like eyes and glossy, plump lips.
Yet, being pretty won't outshine the fact that she's a bitch.
"Are you shitting me right now? Your fucked-up aim got me in this mess, and you want to blame me?" She scoffs.
I sigh, and rub my face tiredly.
"Alec, dude, just get the ball back and get the bitch out of the way," I hear someone whisper behind me. Jason? Maybe Marvin? Whoever it was, I couldn't agree more.
The girl's eyes widen, making me think that she heard the comment. Her eyes narrow to slits and she opens her mouth to let out another snarky remark but I interrupt her.
"Listen love, you're not going to get what you want. So, just hand over the ball and run back along to your gossiping session with your friend." I say, pointing to her Asian friend behind, nervously wringing her hands, and muttering things to herself.
She finally looks up and timidly waves when she sees our gaze is focused on her.
I smile back and wave politely.
The girl turns back around aggressively and points at my chest with her dainty finger.
"I'm not your 'love', dickhead." She snarls, digging her finger harder into my chest. I look down at the dainty, manicured finger, as her dark tanned skin contrasts with my pale, white self.
"And— "
She stops herself and removes her hand from me, taking a large step back.
"You know what? You want your basketball, right?"
"Finally, we're bloody getting somewhere!" I sigh, relieved that she's calmed herself, and that we've reached the same page.
"Yes, love, we'd all like our ball back." I remark, exasperated, and motion to all my friends behind me.
She smiles to herself and takes more slow steps backwards, gently throwing the ball between her hands.
"Come and get it." She smirks, taking a stop with one of her hand on her hips.
I laugh and shake my head, unimpressed at her silly antics.
"Just hand it over, love." I put my hand out for the basketball.
"Just come and take it back, love." She mocks.
I sigh, and walk towards her to take the ball back, but as I lean forward to snatch it, she bounces onto the floor and catches it in her other hand.
My balance falters for a second, but I quickly regain it, along with my rage and frustration. I give her a cold stare and crouch down in front of her.
"You want to play? Fine, we'll play" I mutter to myself.
The girl also takes a crouched stance and our eyes lock. Her upturned brown eyes appear golden with the afternoon sunlight, a glint of mischief and playfulness swirling inside, and she arches one of her eyebrows.
She carefully bounces the ball between her two hands at a slow pace, and I concentrate on the sound of the basketball hitting the floor. I shift my gaze to the item in question, trying to find the right moment to steal the ball back, and look back at her face.
I smirk at her, knowing that even if she's got the ball, she's not captain of one of the top basketball teams in California, and she hasn't won two Championships in a row.
She smirks widely, and it somehow throws me off-guard. She takes the advantage, trying to jump up by bending her knees and lifting her arms up. So, I follow through her movement and jump as well, to finally regain the ball.
Except it's not a jump.
She smirks at me and pivots around me whilst I'm mid-air, running to the hoop and taking a shot. I land back onto my feet and rush after her but it's too late. The basketball dances around the ring before falling inside. The crowd erupts in gasps, some whisper to their friends, and overs clap and cheer.
Frankly, I'm in too much shock to move or react in any way.
She turns back around and her eyes meet mine: they widen and her face turns into a sarcastic smile and she wiggles her fingers to wave. The girl walks towards me and stops by my side to whisper in my ear
"Forget the apology, asshole." She breaths into my ear, bumping my shoulder as she goes past me. She goes to grab her friend's hand form the crowd and walks off with her.
