Falling for the Prince

Unanswered Questions

“But mooom!” I cried over the phone. “Sophia, no means no.” She replied. “I won’t allow you to go back home and live by yourself. You know that it isn’t safe.”

As if living with the play boy was.

“Fine. I just have to endure this for 2 more weeks and then you’ll be back right?” She sighs. “Yes sweetie.”

“Love you mom.”

“Love you to Soph.”

I put the phone back on its table and sigh. Not only did I want to go back home, I did miss my parents. I look around the room and see how much of a difference it was to home.

 “Sophia! “Jacob calls from downstairs.

“What do you want?” I reply. “Just come down for once.”

I trudge down the staircase and see Jacob in a heap of clothes. “What on earth are you doing?”  I question eyeing the amount of suits, ties and pants lying on the floor.

“Well, my father’s stylist dropped by and left all this.” He stops moving. “And well, I had banged her daughter two months ago and she was pissed so she left everything in a mess.” Are you fucking kidding me?

“So what do you want me to do about it?” I ask.

Jacob gives me a cheeky grin. “I need your help to organize everything before the ball.” I think about his request. “And what will I get out of it?” “I’ll take you to a party tonight and I know that your lifeless self has nothing to do, you will say yes.”

I scoff and roll my eyes. But he was right. “Fine. It’s a deal.”

***

“No! That jacket goes with these pants.” I say holding up the grey corduroy pants. “But it looks the same! It doesn’t matter.”

“Shut up. And hand me that jacket.” He throws it at my face. “Hey!”

He laughs at my expression as the crotch of the pants smacks me right in the middle of my face.

“Jerk.” He clears his throat. “It’s a sexy jerk.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

This boy was a piece of work. How was it possible for someone to be so self-obsessed and conceited? I wondered if his mother dropped him on his head when he was a child. “You know, you look cute when you try to think.”

I blush at his statement and quickly cover my face with the jacket I was holding. “Whatever.”

***

After 2 hours of fixing all his clothes, we had finished. And now I was currently standing in front of my closet trying to decide what to wear. I finally gave up wracking my brain pairing up the perfect outfit I called Cara.

“Crisis.” I say as Cara picks up the phone on the third ring. “Fashion, boy, school, or ‘you’re on your monthly ketchup dispenser and you’re craving frozen yogurt’?”

“Fashion crisis.” I breathe out.

“My favorite kind of crisis.” She giggles. “So party, ball, date or school?”

“Party.”

You see, we had been friends long enough to know what type of crisis we were having. No complete sentences were needed and we spoke in code words. It was like Morse but in girl language. Go figure. And so since Cara knew my closet better than she knew her own, she was able to conjure up the perfect outfit for any event.

“The LBD with the cutouts on the back and black rose pumps.” She began. “Leave the hair, subtle makeup and the new Dior perfume.”

Why hadn’t I thought of that?

“I know that you’re thinking of how awesome I am and you’re welcome.” She says while hanging up the phone. Wow. She didn’t even ask me about the party I was going to. She probably had a date to go to or whatever.

After putting on the designated outfit, I lightly curled my hair and put on eyeliner. I wasn’t the type of girl to dress up every day and honestly didn’t care about how she looked but I liked to be fancy sometimes. I made my way down to the living room to hear Jacob on the phone with someone.

“No, I’ve got it all planned out. Yes, Sop-“He stops as he sees me descend down the stairs. “I’m going to have to call you back.” He says. His eyes roam my body and it rests on my face. “You look.” He breathes out. Damn.” And there goes my cheeks looking like tomatoes.

“You don’t look too bad yourself I retort.”

He smiles at me. “Shall we?”

I grab his arm and we exit the house.

***

6 hours later.

“You insensitive bitch!” He yells. “You knew that we were to be married in less than 3 months and the deal was that we could do anything we wanted until the week of the wedding.”

Wedding? I say in my mind. I was too drunk to process everything and my mind was too fuzzy. I don’t remember drinking much but someone must’ve slipped something into the last cup of beer I had downed.

“I’m the insensitive bitch?” Candace screams with equal intensity. “You were the one who brought her to my party.” She says while pointing a finger at me. I giggle at her sharp red nails and ask “Are they even real?”

Candace gives me a look of disgust. “I thought you were my friend Sophia, and now you go behind my back and kiss him?” I kissed who? Wait, I kissed someone? No, no, no. I couldnt have kissed someone. I vowed to never do anything with anyone ever after Stephen. It doesn’t make sense. Someone must’ve put something in my drink.

“You know what. I can’t even deal with you right now.” Candace says rubbing her temples. “Just get out of my house and take her with you.”

I feel my body being lifted off the sofa I was laying on. A pair of strong arms hoists me up in bridal style and I hold onto the carrier’s neck to avoid being dropped. “You smell good.” I giggle. I honestly couldn’t control the words coming from my mouth. “I like your shirt. It so soft and nice. Can I keep it?” I hear myself asking. I know that I was going to regret it in the morning but I had no control whatsoever in the words that I was saying.

Tomorrow, I was going to be in deep, deep trouble.

Jacob’s POV:

“Sophia, we’re home.” I say poking her cheek. “Wake up.” She mumbles something about a guy and I decide not to wake her up. I carry her once more and walk up the stairs to my room. I slowly place her on my bed and decide whether to change her clothes or not. I start by taking off her heels and wonder how girls can walk on them, let alone dance on them. I contemplate on taking her dress off.

I decide yes but look away as I unzip her dress. I quickly shove my shirt over her head and catch a glimpse of her body. She was gorgeous and she dint even know it. I rest her head on the pillow and quickly take off my shirt and settle onto the bed next to her. Something’s happened tonight and I’m not sure about it all. I just hope that tomorrow will be better and whatever I choose to do will not hurt anyone.

I look at Sophia’s sleeping face and whisper, “I’m sorry.”

A/N: OOOOOOhhhh! What is Jacob sorry about? Who slipped something in Sophia’s drink? And I have finally decided where the story is heading and it going to leave you all in shock. Oh and remember, Stephen is the guy that Sophia had a dream about and mumbled something. He has a significant role in the story even though he is dead. It’s all falling into place. *Muahahahah* Vote and Comment <3