The Tale Of The Brit And The Bad Boy

Chapter Three

  Cherry POV

  I've only known know this guy for what, 10 minutes? 

  What's so funny about this entire situation was that two seconds ago he was crouching in pain due to the accidental punch to his stomach. Now, this guy, whom I had just met today, is claiming that I want him like some arrogant player you see in every teen book. It was golden! Sure, the boy is fine, really fine, but I'm no love-struck teen girl, I don't know him and now I know I don't like him.

  "Listen here you plonker, one) I don't want you, I've only known you for ten minutes, so I don't see how you can come to that conclusion. Two) you just made yourself look even more stupid, stupid. And three) you now made me believe that you're a complete tool, who only cares for looks like most shallow minded people nowadays. I'm not going to go all sentimental on you, like most female protagonists in young adult novels (that's right, I know you're here) because people like you, they don't change for anyone"

  "I like a girl who's feisty" even though I knew he only said that comment to rile me up, even more, I just got more agitated. I felt like dying of laughter, but I also felt like shouting, I don't know which one would suit this situation I landed in. So far, I'm in between laughing and fury.

  "Sorry mate. I don't do players, I'm not stupid, I know you won't ever truly love a girl that deserves true love, all you know is how to break hearts. I'm not stupid, I know what the outcome is every time". Damn, that sounded so typical.

  "I'm not a player" I rolled my eyes.

  "Yeah, well what you said before sure sounded like it, don't think because I'm not from here I don't know what it's like because it's no different to the UK. Over there the f*ckboys are mostly chavs, but still"

  "Are you in a bitchy mood or something?" Well, that wasn't rude.

  "Just please, don't mess with me. You already know what'll happen if you even dare" I say, hinting at the fact that merely moments ago, I punched him in the stomach.

  "You don't mess with me" and would you look at that, he completely ignored my comment!

  "Oh really, why?"

  He was so close, I could smell his annoyingly minty breath- speaking of which, I need to start chewing more Extra gum for a fresher and more nicer breath (yeah, shameless advertising, you see it in videos and now you're seeing it in books)

  "Because I'm the biggest, bad boy you'll ever come to know, I have the ability to ruin you" I snorted. Oh, please, this guy seriously has no idea how cringe-worthy he is sounding right now. As if I'm supposed to be intimidated. Sure, his tone of voice is really turning me on, but I'm a teenage girl, what do you expect would happen?

  "You're ruining the movie" oh how I wish I could say what I just thought out loud. Before you question: why can't you do it? Here's the answer, I simply don't have the balls to physically say it to his face, I'm a chicken. Yes, I can admit that I can't insult him simply because I'm too scared to, deal with it.

  "Don't care princess" he was enjoying annoying me.

  "Okay, princesses may still be a thing in the UK, but here I'm pretty sure there is no Monarchy. Also, I'm just a middle-class girl, with a bloodline that's also mostly middle-class, so I can't possibly be a princess. And, princess? Really? You can't get any more cliché than that"

  "I didn't need your stupid explanation, it's just a nickname. You're a princess because you think you're so tough"

  "Aren't princesses normally seen as damsels in distress that always need to be saved by a so-called Prince Charming. Well, actually in Fiona's case it was more like she needed to be saved by an Ogre and his pet donkey since Prince Charming just couldn't do the job"