He who cannot be tamed.

Finding out his secrets (pt. 1) ...-Chapter 5

I ran up the stairs, feeling better about getting the girls consent. Reaching the top of the stairs I found a note, it read
Princessa, wear something warm. It's chilly out.
P.S. Don't worry about the make-up, you're already perfect.
xx, Marcus.
I blushed slightly. Hmmm, maybe he's not so bad...reaching my room, I almost ran to my closet, getting kind of giddy. NO, NO, NO. I can't be thinking like this..THAT'S THE WHOLE PURPOSE OF TODAY YOU NUM NUT. Arguing mentally with my self, I decided to get out my red, blue, black and purple plad button up shirt, a white tank-top, darkwash skinny jeans with rips down my legs. Hmm, Shoes, what to wear, what to wear, I thought...walking towards my shoe drawer. COMBAT BOOTS. Satisfied with my loud thoughts, I opened the drawer, luckily, I didn't have to scavenge through the whole thing. Hmm, make-up.. I thought to myself, looking back at the note. Something light. Walking to my mirror I found another note
Mi Reña,
Don't put too much on (;.
P.S. Meet me in the drive way.
Wow, he's so complicated. Applying my mascara set, I covered my pimples, and put on a lightly colored chap stick. After applying deoderant and perfume, I brushed my hair, and let it flow into waves. Good enough, eh? Finally, WAIT. The house is really quite, they must've already left. FUCK, that means I have no way to get out of this. 
As I reached the door, I felt someone's arms wrap around me. One around my waist, and the other on my mouth. OH MY FUCK. WHERE'S MARCUS WHEN YOU NEED HIM...I mean...HELP. Wanting to scream I fought the urge, and elbowed the figure's side. He let out a small groan "Ayy, Princessa it was me." He whispered, while I was turning around. I found him gripping his side, his eye's flashed with pain. "O-oh...Sorry..." I let out, remembering what he'd done I managed to let some of the sympathy go away " BUT YOU S-SCARED ME!" I said, with a small frown. He looked up, I could tell he felt bad. Good, good. Keep this going, let's see what he'll do, I mentally whispered. Hmm, I fiercly turned around, letting my hair whip, brushing his face. I walked, swaying my hips in an angered way. I heard footsteps... FUCK, that's not supposed to happen. His arms grabbed my hips, pulling me closer "Princessa, no puedes caminar asi, no se cuanto mas voy a poder esperar" . His spanish, uy. NO, DON'T LET HIM GET TO YOU. "U-uhh, Lets go before I change my mind" I walked, trying not to sway my hips..I heard him chuckle, "What did I tell you about walking like that? And, trust me, you won't be able to say no."  Ignoring him, I kept on walking. Reaching his car, I ran my fingers along the hood, "Marcus? Where are we going?" I felt a light blush rise, "Princessa, first, we're going to the park, then to star bucks to get hot chocolate, then, I'm going to show you my thinking place, there, we will get to know each other." I blushed even more, remembering this morning. The weather was perfect this morning, now, It's cold, and cloudy. I should've brought my jacket. "Princessa, It's getting cold, I'm not sure we should go to the park anymore, is it ok if we skip that?" I nodded, not wanting my shivers to escape my mouth. After getting our hot chocolates, we drove for about half an hour, before I could speak.."W-where are we going?" He grinned, probably noticing my stutter. "Princessa, relax, I'm showing you my countryside home". Since when was he a "Ranchero"...FUCK. Now, he's almost perfect. NONONONONO, STOP THINKING LIKE THAT. "I-I see. Is it cold there?" He frowned slightly, "Perdon Princessa, pero, un poco." Grinning from ear to ear, "It's ok. And, is princessa my nickname now?" He nodded...Hmm. "I need a nickname for you.." He chuckled, rather loudly, FUCK, I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO SAY THAT, Gahhh, I hate thinking out loud..."U-umm, you weren't supposed to hear that.." This time he laughed, "You can call me principe (;" DID HE JUST SAY HE WANTS ME TO CALL HIM PRINCE.... My mind flashed back to last night, how he held me close..I smirked "Or I can call you softie, cause you lovveeee to cuddle" He frowned. Awe, he was so cute. He stammered but managed to speak "U-uhh, it's up to you princessa, and, we're here." I looked up and found a beautiful house, with intrcate designs. "It's pretty." He smiled. "We can either speak here in the car, or sit on the porch cause no tengo keys..." Hmm. Get sick? Or be warm? "Erm, we can speak here?"