I'm No Cinderella

He smirked down at me with that suffocating intense look deep in those dark brown eyes of his. "You're too sweet, Princess." I scowled, turning my head away from him as he started to lean in just a bit closer. "Don't call me Princess, James." His smirk widened as his fingers took my chin and gently tilted it back up until I met his gaze again. "Why not? You're MY Princess.." I felt my rage slice through me as I narrowed my eyes. I spoke calmly but lowly, hoping he would hear the venom dripping off of my tongue from my tone. "First off, I am not ANYONE's Princess, especially not YOURS. You do not own me. You never have, and you never will. Second, JAMES, you need to BACK THE HELL UP. I can't breathe whenever your calogne is trying to shove its way down my throat and suffocate me." I shoved him back roughly as I said this. He stumbled back, surprised, but caught himself as he leaned on the wall for support. "And last, I'm no Cinderella. So don't try to be my Prince Charming and come to rescue me. I don't NEED rescuing. I can break out of my tower of hell alone, thank you." I huffed before grabbing my bag and walking away. Oh yeah, I showed him.