Hiding the Prince in NYC [ ON HOLD ]

CHAPTER 17

I'm sorry to inform you that this story will temporarily be ON HOLD. I have a major writer's block for this story and I don't think the story is interesting enough. I'll be concentrating more on my other story; THE BOY FROM MY BALLET CLAS : BOOK 2.

Here's a filler chapter for you :)

Sooo.. Until next time !

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•••CECILIA ƇᎾИИΛĿƐĪƓĤ•••

It's Friday. The last day of school for the week. I didn't mind having school today as we already enjoyed a few days of public holidays. My thoughts wandered to tomorrow and a certain blonde popped into my mind. I ate my breakfast absentmindedly.

SCHOOL. Shit- school. What are we gonna do with Vincent?

Jasmine has school too. College, actually.

Wait a second..... Vincent like older women ? I glaced at a sleepy Vincent who was eating breakfast, dripping cereal everywhere. I shuddered.

"Mornin'," Jasmine yawned in a very un-ladylike way and sat down at the table.

I nudged her in the ribs lightly and asked, "What's gonna happen to Vincent when we're away?"

"Umm.. About that... I err kinda called your school and said you were really sick. "

I closed my eyes and pursed my lips. "Of course you did."

"Sorry- that way the only thing I could think of. Besides- school is nothing to you. You're already smarter than all the people from your grade. One day." She looked at me pleadingly. "Babysit for just one day?"

I sighed. "Would I be here if I wouldn't?"

Jasmine brought me in a big bear hug. "Thank you! I owe you so much."

"Yeah, sure." I patted her head and walked up to my room.

I plopped down onto my bed and sighed. What to do when you're babysitting a 17 year old prince for his girlfriend ? Hmm...

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"Oh Viiiiincent!" I called up the stairs in a cheerful sing-song voice.

"Whutt?" Vincent grunted.

"Get dressed. We're going out."

"Where are we going?"

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We stepped into the big and spacious cool air conditioned mall. "Shoe shopping!!!" I squealed.

I hate shoe shopping. Or shopping of any clothing.

Jasmine would be proud I willingly step foot into a designer shoe shop.

Vincent graoned loudly beside me. "No. No way. I'll just wait somewhere then meet you after."

"No!!! I need some manly opinion," I said. What?! Manly opinion?! I really need to work on my whining skills.

"Fine," Vincent grunted.