Sadly, the end of my first day has inevitable arrived. Overall, I think it has been a success, although I am very tired and mildly sweaty after my last lesson of gym class, where we played netball. I have discovered that I am horrendous at the sport, and shied away from every ball thrown at me, although I did try my best. However, I have made a friend named Evolet as we bonded from hiding from the torpedoes - I mean balls. She is even shorter then me, and looks like a little fairy. However, now that school has finished, I am curious as to where Cohen is planning to take me, and endeared at his concern to make things right between us.
I may have only known him for under a week, but I can tell that there is goodness and no malice in him – he just needs to work on his mood swings, as he can come across as very sour to an outsider!
My breath catches in my throat as I evacuate through the revolving glass doors, and notice Cohen leaning against a marble pillar with a leather jacket and shades on, looking effortlessly cool and as if he is posing for a magazine. He just oozes masculinity and confidence, but at the same time, you can tell he does not care what others think of him. I am one of the many girls whose eyes helplessly drift over to him, enchanted by his untouchable looks. As he turns his head slightly, I am sure that he sees me admiring his features, as a mischievous smirk grows across his thick lips, making me flush uncontrollably. Why can I not overlook his handsomeness? Of course, I have seen good-looking men before, men with titles and fame, but I always manage to keep my head on around them and treat them normally. With Cohen, it is as if he is a magnet and I cannot help but 'check him out' all the time, amazed by his godly looks... maybe I am ill? I need to remember that I am in love with Tyrian. My heart has no room for two boys.
"H-hey." I mumble as I stumble over to Cohen as slowly as possible.
"Hey Princess." He chuckles with a naughty grin.
"Cohen!" I gasp. "You cannot call me that here... what if someone finds out?" I whisper furiously, stepping closer to him.
"Alright, alright, calm down. Let's go then." He sniggers as he throws one muscled arm around me and pulls me in the direction of his car.
I swear I hear him laugh quietly under his breath when he takes in my reddened cheeks.
***
Twenty minutes later, we have arrived at 'Crave Ice Cream', the sweetest little ice cream shop holding over thirty different flavours in the illuminated glass cabinets. The shop is decorated with pastel colours, with pale blue walls and purple floors, and twelve yellow tables with four chairs around each, all splattered with different colours of paint. It juxtaposes in the best way possible.
I am simply astounded by the different flavours, and take a long time going through each of the blackboards, deciding which flavour to pick. In the end, Cohen is fed up with my indecisiveness and tells me to have as many scoops as I want, chuckling at my excitement. I end up having salted caramel, strawberry, triple chocolate, coffee, butter pecan and coconut – topped with five chocolate flakes and sprinkles of course. The poor server looks annoyed at my massive ice-cream order, having to serve it in three bowls, but the smile soon returns to her pimply face when she is able to charge forty dollars for my ice creams and Cohen's simple coffee flavoured one. We head to a booth at the back of the room, and I waste no time in digging in. The ice cream is so soft... so creamy... so smooth... I cannot help but moan at the taste. I have had ice cream before served with my dessert, but I have never chosen my own flavour or had one from a proper ice-cream store before. It is safe to say I definitely prefer this to the sugar-free pistachio ice cream I usually have for dessert in Losington.
"Thank you so, so much Cohen. This tastes like heaven! Oh... are you ok? You look flushed!" I asked, concerned.
"Oh no I'm fine... It's just... you really seem to be enjoying that ice-cream." He explains, his voice sounding slightly strangled.
"Oh, well, I hope you are enjoying your boring ice cream." I tease, instantly feeling shocked that I did so. I guess becoming acquainted with normal people has enabled me to act commonly.
"Yes I am. Coffee is my favourite." Hmm... Dark and rich, just like you... "I hope you're enjoying your one way ticket to diabetes." Cohen teases with a wicked grin. "Hey I'm joking; you won't really get diabetes just from eating lots of sugar once." He quickly amends his words, after seeing the horrified look on my face.
"Oh thank goodness, I hate to think what my mother would do if I had diabetes! We have a very strict diet at home to limit our sugar and calorie intake so that we are in the best of health." I inform Cohen.
"Wow, sounds like you have a bit of a bland diet."
"I suppose... my mother just wants Anastasia and I to be healthy I guess."
"What's it like being a Princess?" Cohen asks suddenly, and then takes a long lick of his ice cream with his eyes piercing into mine.
"Well, it is ok. I am really lucky to have a financially stable life, and whole family." I explain nonchalantly as I break our connection, not wanting to look into his eyes for fear that he will see just how sad my life really is.
"But?" He questions, obviously sensing I left some things unsaid.
"Well... I do not get to see my father often. He did not even say goodbye to me when I left. Also, my relationship with my sister is somewhat disjointed. It would not be an exaggeration for me to think she wishes I was never born." I chuckle, but it sounds helpless and lonely.
"I'm sorry to hear that Gwen. Do you have many friends?" Cohn asks with a touching look of concern in his eyes.
"I do now!" I exclaim in an upbeat manner, but from the unimpressed look on Cohen's face, I know he has seen through the cracks in my façade.
"Yes you do Gwen. My family and I will always be here for you." Cohen utters as he reaches over and gives my hand a squeeze.
My heart thumps in my chest because of his declaration, and I inwardly groan, as I know my affection for him is growing.
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One Plus One Equals One
किशोर उपन्यासPrincess Gwendolyn of Losington was tired of being a Princess. She hated the rules, the clothes and expectations from her parents. Being the youngest Princess, the spare part if you will, she was often overlooked by her busy parents and pampered sis...
