Chapter 10 - Encounter

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This is it.

I can't breathe, and I'm freaking the hell out, and the Prince is here, and I want to pee. And last but not the least, I'm really scared and nervous.

But, This Is It.

My face feels red, hot and flushed and I sneak a look up at the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but alas they passed it. The freaking universe is against me! Humph. I turn my back to the entrance of the basement and face Sana. I clench my eyes shut and calm my furious heart and breathing. Suddenly, Sana clutches my arms.

"Alia, you're shivering." She emphasis with raised brows. They're so high. How are they so high? Is this the point where I realise, I've actually lost it? Shit. SHIT. SHITTTT

Getting over my stupidity I reply, "I am."

They walk in.

I hear the boy laugh. Something crackles inside me, but before I can react at all Miss Shona calls me, "Alia", in her sweet voice, now slightly sore due to constant screaming.

I compose myself and put on the straight, perfect Alia Malhotra, ready to face anything face and turn around. This is fucking drama. ugh. I see her standing about fifteen feet away in a grey tank top and slacks and sweetly smile (like I'm totally not shitting in my pants). Then, as though the literal ground as shifted from underneath my feet, I stare as a boy in a white t-shirt emerges from behind her.

Heart Failure.

I register that boy's face and my mouth involuntarily hits the ground after murmuring "holy Fuck".

All goes quiet. The age old annoying buzzing sound fills my ears and my eyes burn while the other senses slowly shut down. Internally, I'm going hysterically screaming, "Why is this happening to me? Is this a sick dream? Is it truly 'that boy' ".

Indeed it is the "attitude freak" from that horrible night at Tosacano. This is either fate taking revenge on me or hopefully some grave misunderstanding. Unpleasant memories of the Sangria soaking his shirt and the take off your T-shirt for spoiling mine and the dream - everything flows through my mind unedited and fresh. "How can this possibly be real?" I ask myself. He can't be a prince. He must surely be a demon I conclude with a frown my inner goddess agreeing

Looking from above my glasses at see his reaction. He clenches his eyes and drops his head back exhaling in pain and defeat. Bloody asshole. Then continues his drama by running his perfectly tan hands through his soft hair. But honestly, I have more rights to be mad. So screw you. I shut my mouth put on a resting bitch face and walk towards him. No her! Miss Shona. Oh God, what's happening?

"Alia!" Miss Shona says excitedly with a ear to ear grin pasted on her face. Why?????????.

"Meet your Prince!" She practically jumps.

Whatthefuck? Tears. Tears. Losts of tears.

I mean I get she's happy, my joy levels should be hitting the roof too considering we finally have a PRINCE... But this is a freaking calamity.

Before I can even respond I notice everybody around, like every single girl in the basement is gawking at us. Holy shitting Christ. I'm going to die. This can't get worse. Oh my God! Are they looking shy???? Wh-

"And-" Shona doesn't stop for my reaction.. Thank. God.

"Arjun" How can a young boy's name be Arjun?? It's such a forty nine year old name, like my dad's friends names.
Yuckkk

"This is your Cinderella." She finishes, like it's the most beautiful and cute thing ever.

And now for the first time since I entered this cursed place, I peer into his colossal brown eyes. His expression probably portrays that Miss Shona just called Cruella Di Vil from 101 Dalmatians the most beautiful girl. Give me one chance and I'll crash the entire Noritake' dinner set on his stupid head. Shit head. Dickwad.

Fine. I can scowl like it's my job too! I glare right into his annoying eyes as adrenaline courses my blood and the hair on my neck stands in fear and anticipation.

Whatever this is.. Is unbelievable and shitty. I don't know what to do or react. If this goes crashing down, a lot of things will go down with it. And it's going to be my fault. If only I could make a hole in the ground and disappear like Dart from Stranger Things. If only.

Please help me God.

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