Forbidden Love

Chapter Twenty

Cairo

There were no words to describe the moment you see your best friend for the first time in about two months.

Happy? Jovial? Jubilant? Joyful? Ecstatic?

No words seemed strong enough. I just know that my heart basically exploded in my body with glee as the widest smile ever took over.

I had been scared at first that it was werewolves, but when I heard her voice, I nearly flew to the door, my Mother hot on my heels. She'd missed Skylar about as much as I did.

“Skylar,” I breath out, and she engulfs me in the tightest hug ever. It felt so good to be next to my best friend again. I never imagined I would feel so bored and lonely without her in my life for a few weeks.

Was she bored and lonely too? What happened?

“I missed you so much, Egypt,” she says, using that stupid, dumb as fu-

Hey, hey, no cursing, my subconcious laughs.

“Shut up, Twig,” I tease. She was really skinny when she was younger, and earned the nickname Twig. She was skinny now, but at least she had some meat on those thighs and arms.

I wasn't as lucky. I wouldn't say I had thunder thighs, but they definetley weren't chop sticks either. I guess you could say I was slim, enough meat not to be considered skinny or fat.

“I hate you,” Skylar pouts.

“Love you too,” I laugh, and she moves to hug my Mother.

It's just then that I notice the King was standing behind her.

I'd seen him occasionally in newspapers and on TV giving boring as fu-

Tsk, tsk, tsk, my subconscious scolds.

He'd give boring as fudge reports, mostly about how humans should stay in their place.

So I shouldn't be surprised by his looks, but he looked hot. His brown hair and blue eyes were enough to make me trade my favorite food, spaghetti, for the chance to just stare in his eyes and get lost in them and-

Sike, I want to stare in his eyes to see if they're contacts because they're too pretty to be true. And I want to ruffle his hair to see if there is a hint that would tell me whether or not he dyed it.

He had a lot of muscles, but not more than me, because I'm stronger than him and all.

Ha-ha, he thought it was.

His tight white shirt made his muscles seem even more prominent than they already were, and his legs were long.

But why was he here? Why did he come with Skylar? How does he know Skylar? Why is he stating at her right now? And why-

Oh shiz he just caught me staring at me. Now he probably thinks I'm a freak.

Eh, I know I'm a freak, I think to myself as I quickly avert my eyes.

“You guys ready to go,” Skylar asks, though she looked at me.

“More than ready. But why is-”

“Long story girlfriend, we'll have to wait until we get in the car for that,” Skylar says, smirking.

“Is there anything you want to get first,” Twig asks, concern and sorrow filling her eyes.

I honestly want to leave right now. I don't feel any sadness leaving this place, this house of lies. Its been depressing here lately, and I didn't want to see it.