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Chapter 32 THE TALE OF PRINCESS FLOWER & THE BAD ASS PRINCE

I was under pressure, but I was also enjoying every minute I spent with Rosaline. I took a deep breath and started improvising. “Once upon a time there was a princess named Flower. She was really hot but she didn't know it-”

I paused to look at Rosaline's wide crystal blue eyes. “Keep going!” she chirped excitedly.

“So like I said she was really hot but didn't know it. All the jerks in the high school- I mean in the kingdom would always stare at her ass swaying from left to right every time she walked down the hallway. Her father was never in town and from my opinion was an asshole. She lived with her evil step mom named… Hoe.”

I was terrible at this.

“Her step mom was a real slut and slept around with almost every single guy in the town-I mean the kingdom. Flower’s stepmother caused lots of people to hate Flower, and blame Flower for her mistakes.

Flower was clueless though, and blamed herself for everything. There was a masquerade ball in the shit hole called palace, and Flower decided to attend it. She didn’t want anyone to recognize her, because she felt everyone hated her, so she put on a mask and fixed herself up to go to the ball. She assumed no one could see through her mask.

Everyone who was mean to her before then thought she was a complete stranger and treated her with respect because they didn't know who she was. Flower had a lot of fun at the dance and lots of guys wanted to dance with her. But then an evil guy- I mean ogre named mango tried to get Flower. He saw how innocent she was and wanted to destroy her in his sick ways. He made her squirm under his touch, and made her feel uncomfortable because he was a fucking pervert.

Flower wandered around, and dropped her phone- I mean shoe- no, I mean diary. Yeah, she dropped her diary when trying to escape Mango. Later that night, Prince Bad Ass found her diary and decided to go through it. He figured out the pattern used to open the lock of the diary, because he had recognized it from somewhere.

He saw some of the photos and drawings Princess Flower did. They were breathtakingly beautiful….” I had to calm my beating heart. I hoped I was doing a good job. “He went through her photos, and found that she was lonely… very lonely indeed. Some of the photos showed her backstabbing best companion holding her very close.”

Princes Bad Ass knew about the secret that her best friend was keeping from her. Her companion was doing bad things that Flower did not know of behind her back. Her best friend also wanted to keep Flower under his control. He never wanted to tell her about how she was royalty, so he could keep her all to himself.

Anyways, back to the dance- fuck- ball. Princess Flower met Prince Bad Ass on a hidden balcony. They shared their feelings, and Prince Bad Ass was moved as fuck by her. He went back home and teared up like a little bitch thinking about how perfect she was. Let’s not talk about that in detail.

After the ball a bunch of crap happened that I don't want to go into about girls slapping each other. Flower was really angry, but she was powerless and couldn't do anything about it. She got pissed off at the judge so the judge put her in prison, where Prince Bad Ass was kept. Prince Bad Ass pretended to be sleeping with his crown covering half his face and watched her interact with the other prisoners.

One prisoner went too far with her, so Prince Bad Ass kicked his ass for her. But Flower hated violence. She despised it so much that she couldn't stand to look at it. The look in her face when she saw violence was heartbreaking. But of course, Prince Bad Ass didn’t know how to act. His life was violent.

Princess Flower looked was like she was about to break down or melt down and cry. Prince Bad Ass liked violence sometimes, but hated the look on Flower's face whenever that happened. Prince Bad Ass then told Flower that she looked cute when she smiled, then Flower fainted. But he’d like to think it was from all the violence she witnessed so she fainted.

Her evil best friend thought it was all Prince Bad Ass's fault, which it probably was, and decided to go beat up Prince Bad Ass, but Prince Bad Ass was the best fighter in the whole kingdom and won the battle.

Near the end of the fight, Flower showed up to protect her evil best friend and slapped Prince Bad Ass across the face. Prince Bad Ass yelled at her but felt bad after. He felt as if he got stabbed in the chest with the sharpest blade ever.

But that night Flower came back to Prince Bad Ass. She attended a ball he threw and met a few people on the way. Then she drank too much wine and got dizzy and didn't know what she was doing.

Prince Bad Ass of course came to the rescue and carried Flower up to his bedroom to protect her. Flower was wasted and needed some medicine so Prince Bad Ass left Flower for a moment to go get some medicine for her.

But then Mango showed up and tried forcing himself upon Flower, but Prince Bad Ass showed up and beat the living shit out of Mango. Then Flower started acting all weird and started touching,"” I made quotations in the air with my fingers, “Prince Bad Ass inappropriately.”

Talking about it made me really excited. I bit my lip and tried to hide it by crossing my legs but it kept poking out more. Rose rubbed her eyes sleepily. “Why'd you stop?” she asked.

“Um, I forgot how the story went,” I lied lamely.

“How could you forget how the story went when you made it up yourself?”

“I didn’t make it up.”

“Yes you did, out of all the fairytales I’ve read, I’ve never come across this one before.”

“Think harder, Princess. I need to use the bathroom,” I excused myself, getting up slowly. “I… uh… need to pee.”

“You can bee with a boner?”

I looked down and my eyes widened. I seriously fucked up. How could she be so observant with a high fever and meds to make her dizzy and not think straight? Well, she never failed to surprise me. “How’d you-”

“Just shut up and finish the story,” she cut me off.

If she were someone else, I would've come up with a smart ass reply. But with her, I held my tongue. I sat back down, “where was I?”

“Where the prince got touched inappropriately,” she replied.

“So after that some stuff happened… Prince Bad Ass wanted Flower to think he fell for her disguise like everyone else, so he played dumb. In the morning she snuck out of his room and left him lonely. He truly felt alive when he was with her. He had never felt that way with anyone before.”

I was genius. I thought about being a children’s author as a possible career choice. “Then the next day all the people who came to the ball in the kingdom had really bad hangovers and shit. Pretty sure a few got pregnant too. Flower didn't get to go to… uh… the library, and started freaking out that she had skipped the library for the first time and ruined her clean record. Then-” I stopped when I saw Rosie sleeping silently in her bed.

The only word I could process in my head was 'adorable'. I never described any other girl that way before. I smiled at her little self curled up in a ball on her bed.

I shook my head and got up from my chair. My little buddy was calm now and there was no need to go fix him up in the bathroom anymore so that left me free. As I was about to leave her room, she snored loudly making me jump.

I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing and slipped out of the room. I left her house and jogged over to my baby. I lifted up the compartment in my baby and grabbed my laptop.

“She's not the one to blame!” a guy's voice yelled.

“She's one of the people to blame!” a high pitched girl's voice yelled back.

Fuck. Two cunts in the same neighborhood…

“No she isn't!” he yelled.

“Don't you dare yell at me Jaxon Kent Smith!” Layla threatened.

I turned to where the voices were from and sure enough I saw them both standing there arguing with each other. I shook my head at them, what a couple. I just couldn't imagine what would happen if those two drama queens got married.

“Chill out drama queens!” I yelled at them.

Both their heads snapped in my direction.

“Mind your own fucking business Spencer!” Jaxon growled at me.

I smirked before flipping him off. “My middle finger salutes you too, Smith.”

Layla rolled her eyes at the both of us. “Mind your own business if you value your testicles, ass.”

“Just because my initials spell ass doesn't mean you have to call me that.”

“You beat the living shit out of my boyfriend, don't make me do the same to you,” she glared at me.

“Oh I'm terrified!” I said sarcastically.

“Motherfucker!” Jaxon growled.

“At least I don't masturbate to Shakespeare.”

Jaxon balled up his fists. Oops! I guess I pissed him off. Layla stepped in front of him and put her hands on his chest as she whispered something in his ear to calm him down. Ha! What a loser. Jaxon said something back quietly, but he didn't look happy.

“Just let me fight him,” Jaxon groaned throwing his head back.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Look what he did to you last time! And you had multiple guys jumping him Jaxy!” Jaxy? I cringed.

“This is the first and last I'm going to tell you to listen to your girlfriend,” I said sincerely.

Layla turned around and sent me a death glare before turning back to calm down her boyfriend. I had no idea they were official now though, guess I was slow on gossip.

“What are you doing at Rose's house?” Jaxon asked.

I didn't feel like telling that asshole anything so I just shrugged.

“What are you doing at my best friend's house?” Jaxon asked in a lower tone of voice.

“Why do you fucking care?” She snapped at her redhead boyfriend, before turning to me, “Why do you have a handkerchief wrapped around your eye?”

I shrugged in reply at both of their questions. I really didn't feel like talking to both of them. Those two drama queens were made for each other. To be honest, Layla wasn't that bad except for the fact she picked on Layla like her dinner plate.

Layla was rotten on the outside and Rose could see that, but with Jaxon it was different. Jaxon was rotten on the inside and was sweet to her on the outside. Even though those two just started having their flings not long ago, Jaxon wasn't that good of a friend to Rose.

Sure he might've cared for her and helped her with some stuff, but when people hurt her he really didn't do anything about it. He was a coward and was too afraid to help his own childhood best friend. I really wanted to show Rose how Jaxon really was, but she would’ve definitely picked him over me.

They were friends since in diapers, and I showed up merely two weeks ago. I had to gain her trust before making any blunt move.

“Now someone has lost his voice box,” Layla teased.

“At least I didn't lose my virginity in the school’s parking lot-” Before I could even finish my sentence, I was interrupted by a stick hitting my bad eye. “Shit!” I hissed while grabbing my eye I banged on the knob earlier.

Looking on the bright side, at least it didn't hit my other eye. One black eye was enough for me. And at least I wasn't as beat up as Jaxon. I was pretty proud of what I did to him; I glanced at his bruises and admired my work. If I were that flexible, I'd give myself a pat on the back.

“What are you looking at?” Jaxon glared at me.

“The damage I've done to you,” I smiled proudly. I just loved getting on people's nerves for some reason; it was one of my favorite hobbies if you ask me. “And the damage I’m about to do.” I referred to Rosaline, and he knew.

I didn't have anything else to say to them so I just turned around and headed back to Rosie's house. I heard Jaxon call for me but I just ignored him. I really didn't feel like getting to anymore drama. Once I was back inside I decided to go check my eye in the mirror to see how bad it really was.

I stood in front of the mirror awkwardly before setting my laptop down on the sink counter and pulling the handkerchief off of my eye. I flinched at the sight of my eye. Sure I've been in a bunch of fights before and I got pretty bruised up. Thankfully, this wasn’t that bad.

It was a silly bruise to get. I was adapting to Rosaline's habits... I shook my head and smiled a little. Was it possible for a guy to get butterflies?

Man, that didn’t sound like me. I went back upstairs to check on Rosie and sure enough, she was sleeping like the dead. She was even snoring a little. I felt like a stalker when I sat on the floor near her bed and just watched her sleep. I rested my back against the wall and drifted off to sleep…

Knock!

I rubbed my good eye and stretched before I walked extra carefully to the front door and opened the door. As soon as I saw who it was I quickly slammed the door on his face. I turned around made my way up the stairs.

Knock!

What the hell did that asshole want?!
I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath to calm myself down. I had to calm down before I did something I would regret. Rosie hated violence, and violence wasn't the answer to stop him from knocking.

I went back downstairs to face the asshole. I opened the door and glared at timid Jaxon on the front steps.

“Can I talk to Rose?” he asked.

“No,” I answered before slamming the door in his face again.

Knock!

I opened the door again.

“Sorry that wasn't supposed to be a question.”

“Do I look like I care?” I slammed the door in his face for the third time.

Knock!

Did this dude know when to give up? I opened the door again.

If he didn't stop knocking Rose was going to wake up. And if he did interrupt her sleep, I wouldn't be forgiving about it. “Quit fucking knocking!” I growled at him.

I saw him gulp before replying. “No, not until I get to talk to Rose-”

He didn't get to finish his sentence, because I slammed the door in his face once again. What did he not get by 'no'?

Knock!

I pulled the door open with so much force; the door slammed into the wall and left an imprint of the doorknob in the wall. I was going to break everything in her house… and the only thing I wanted to break was her bed.

“What part of no don't you get?” I glared at him.

“I need to speak to-”

“No,” I cut him off.

“I need to explain some things to Rose. I feel really guilty…”

Guilty my ass, Jaxon knew nothing about being guilty. “Explain what?”

“Just let me talk to her.”

“Explain about you’ve been banging her worst enemy? How you're dating the girl who's been trying to ruin her life? The girl who’s caused her so much pain and made every single day for her a living hell?”

“Is this true?” someone asked in a small voice behind me.

Both our heads snapped in the voice's direction. Rose stood there in an oversized t-shirt staring at us looking as fragile as a glass slipper. Her blonde hair was a little messy but it still looked incredible on her.

Her crystal blue eyes were still shining bright but were filled with an emotion I couldn't read. Her full pale pink lips were pulled in a straight line and her face was as beautiful as always. I felt my heartbeat increase as I studied her facial features.

I knew I sounded cheesy, but I couldn't care less, because my eyes were laid on one of the most beautiful things I have ever laid eyes on. And that was-

“So is it?” she raised her voice pulling me out of my thoughts. She stared straight at Jaxon this time. I had a feeling she was going to get so pissed. But I was secretly enjoying every moment of this, because I knew at this moment I would mean more to her than Jaxon would.

“Let me explain-”

“How long?” she interrupted him.

“How long what?” he asked.

Her tone was cold, “How long has this been going on?”

“Layla and I?”

She nodded.

“We were official after the dance…” he answered.

She stayed quiet for a moment, staring off in space deep in thought.

“How long?” Jaxon asked.

“How long what?”

He grew tense, “You and Spencer.” Seemed like someone was ticked off.

“We're not going out-”

“You don't have to lie to me, everything's out.”

I secretly hoped she would’ve said we were a thing… but sadly, she didn’t.

“But we aren't-”

“Then what is he doing at your house?” Jaxon asked her while sending me a glare.

“He was helping me.”

“With what?”

“She got sick after a party, take a fucking chill pill,” I answered for her.

Jaxon looked horrified. “You went to a party?!”

“No, she went to church,” I replied sarcastically.

“Mind your own,” Jaxon growled.

“Don't talk to him that way,” Rose snapped.

“Why? Why are you on his side?” Jaxon looked heartbroken while asking the question.

“Because he has never lied to me.”

That was the candle on the cake. I felt beyond satisfied; floating on cloud nine. Jaxon better have some medicine to treat burned area. I felt like high fiving myself at that moment. I meant more to her than Jaxon did.

“But we've been together since forever. You can’t suddenly ditch me for some asshole!” Jaxon raised his voice, “am I that disposable?!”

He had no right to be yelling at her. I wanted to slam my fist into his face again, but I held back. This was her battle.

“People change Jaxon, don't you get it?” she said, her crystal blue eyes were watery. “You chose the person who hurt me most. Out of every girl, you picked her… someone who you knew purposefully hurt me-”

“She didn't mean to hurt you-”

Rose cut Jaxon off.
“Oh, yeah, sure didn't mean to get one of my best friends expelled, she didn't mean to pick on me and make fun of me from junior high till my senior year, she didn't mean to dump her lunch on me, she didn't mean to humiliate me in front of the entire school, she didn't mean to get her whole gang to pick on me! She didn't mean to do a fucking thing to me?”

She started to make her way closer to Jaxon. With every step she took forward, he took a step back until he tripped down the stairs.

“You’ve hid stuff from me too;” he shot back, “partying? I never knew-”

“That’s nothing compared to what you’ve done to me,” a tear slid down her cheek. I stayed leaning against the doorway watching the entire thing play out in front of me. Rosaline was about to be my best friend.

“I got with Layla, you got with Spencer- we’re even.”

“Don’t you even dare,” her voice was like a knife slicing through his skin, “Axel hasn’t done anything to you. The only time he hurt you was because you attacked him first.”

“He took you Rosie. He’s taken you away from me. That’s far worse than anything Layla could do-”

“Don’t,” she put a hand up, indicating he stopped talking. “You know what?” she laughed coldly, “I don’t want to see your fucking face again.”

He had no chance with her now.

“I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you, I promise-”

“No Jaxon, no…” she took deep breathes to calm herself down. “Goodbye Jaxon…” she said.

“Rose I didn't mean to-”

Before he could finish his sentence, she slammed the door in his face. Damn, I had never seen her that pissed before. She was pretty hot when she was pissed.

~*~

Crush on Mr. Bad Boy by Lilly Purdon (32)

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