The Royals Daughter

Chapter 11

When I woke up, Calix's arm was draped across my stomach with his head in my neck, snoring softly. I giggled and got out of his grasp and made my way to the bathroom. I opened my suitcase and pulled out a black bandeau and a green see through tank and some ripped jean shorts. I walked out of the room and to the kitchen. A girl around my age was in there looking for something. "Who are you," she asked when she noticed me. She kinda looked like a slut in the short shorts, half top and stripper heels, but I didn't say anything. "I'm Ria," I responded carefully. "Well, where did you come from," she said with a baby voice, as if she was mocking me. "Um, well this morning I came from Calix's room," I responded. "What were you doing in there," she hissed. "Umm, so I'm just gonna go, um, it was nice meeting you, I'll just go," I said backing away. "No, answer the freaken question," she yelled. I ran from the kitchen and up the stairs to Calix's room. She was 'running' behind me but I had sneakers on so I was faster than her. I got to Calix's room and closed the door. I heard the shower running so I just sat on the bed with his smell surrounding me. The shower stopped a few minutes later and Calix walked out in a pair of black jeans and a blood red, open button up shirt. "Good morning, Love," he said lovingly, kissing my forehead. "Morning," I responded happily. "Where were you this morning," he asked grabbing some black converse from the closet. "Oh, I went to talk to my dad," I lied. "Oh," he responded slipping on his shoes. "Wanna go get breakfast," he offered, putting his hand out for mine. "Sure," I reply, taking his hand.