I was speechless by what Ace said.
"What?!" I felt my blood boiling. He really was testing my patience. He really thought he knew me.
"Just what I said. You think I don't know the real you?" He said while shrugging.
"What do you mean? You think I'm hiding myself in front of you?" I shouted.
Then he rose from his seat and chuckled. I didn't get it. I was right about to pierce my fangs into his skin until he took out his hand as in to take a hand shake from me. I am puzzled. I sat still in my chair and made a face that was showing what that hand meant. He started talking,
"Let's be partners. Partners as partners in crime you know. We have similar personalities and I think we'll have great chemistry going on between us."
Hmm...I am kind of strangely enough wanting to take that offer. It's really strange. Usually at times like these I'll stop the acting of being cocky and actually show my true self of being the bad bitch. Sighhhh. I'm so tired of this guy and don't even have the energy and mentality to snap back. I'll just say okay and go along with it until he's tired of me. Everyone hates a princess who's a tomboy.
"Fine," I say while still having mixed feelings.
He smiled and replied back by reaching out for my hand and wrapping it on his hands. Then shook it as a deal. I just sat still. He just added another reason for me having the right to hate him. After a few minutes, my parents came back and told us that Ace's carriage is here. We said our farewells and there he left. Even though I was still filled with annoyance, I still had a small part of me that wanted him to stay longer here. AHhaha! I'm just really turning into a crazy bitch after acting like one for too long. WHat...?! I might actually like him a little but I don't love him. And by like, I mean the friendly like. Don't worry. That feeling will go away. After all, we only met once today for the first and the last time. There's no reason for us to meet again.
I'm sitting here in the library with a blank face. You can guess it. Ace came to visit AGAIN. It has only been 3 days since the last first visit and he came back, just like that. Hmmm.. It's so awkward and quiet in here due to the incident we had last time. Since we don't have anything to discuss or do, I'm just picking at my hair of the split ends and braiding, curling, trying almost everything you can do with your hair, while Ace was being a smartass and reading a book as a typical royal. Right at the moment, when I reached out for the last steak piece.....a hand comes out of nowhere and grabs the last slice quickly and disappears inside Ace's mouth. As I watch him chew, I get very hot. And don't misunderstand. I mean, I feel hot as I just want to rip him into pieces.
"ARGHHHHHHH!!!!! I CAN'T HOLD IT IN ANYMORE WHEN I WAS GOING TO LET IT SLIDE!" I jump and use the last piece of dignity I have and get my hands to be clenching in between his lips.
"WHAT AWE YOU DOIN!!!!??? GWET YOUR FWINGWERS OWFF OF MWAH LWIPS!" He struggles to get me off of him.
I then get the chance when he is concentrating on getting my wrapped legs around him off, I take the meat out and—it is kind of embarrassing to think back at it—and just eat it myself and swallow it in front of him so pridefully and a bit of cockiness in my attitude.
He just looked shocked and stared for the longest time as I kept smiling and laughing happily that I got the feeling of victory. Then came the silence again. I realized what happened and blushed but confidently said my opinion, "It's your fault this happened. If you hadn't triggered me until the end, then this wouldn't have happened. Hmph." I hear a biggest laugh I have ever heard of that had the mood of full happiness with amazement.
"You really are something. I really like you. Let's start over and be friends." He chuckled.
I was astonished of what happened and just thought of that idea he had proposed. I agreed and hit it off then and there. Turns out we had many things in common. We both liked having confidence and spoiling ourselves. We had that cocky attitude with pride. And whenever one of us got out of track, so did the other to match the pace. I liked that. Frequently hanging out with him from days, turned into weeks. Then weeks turned to months. Then as months passed, it finally passed a year. I enjoyed every moment with him even though he would be such an annoyance. I thought this would be fine until my dad got sick.