So Not A Princess Movie

"Don't Apologize."

Chapter Eleven :

"Don't Apologize."

I rubbed my cheek that was hugging my cell phone, "Do I have to?"

"I'm not even going to answer that question, Kace! You are confronting him!" Tamera almost, but shrieked over the call.

"Fine, but I am getting double buttered popcorn later at the movie. . ." I said in negotiation, "Sometimes," I continued, "I regret including you in things in my life, Tam."

"You know  you love me, bitch, and you're gonna get fuh--at," Tamera was sassy as ever.

"You know that I do, you ish."

We both laughed together like old times when she wasn't pestering me about guys and finding a respectable boyfriend, but I didn't mind her.

What I minded was the consistent badgering to find one!

"What was up with that Hindu girl though?"

"Don't call her that," I sighed, "She probably had sex with some dude and felt embarrassed. Wouldn't you?"

Tamera chuckled, "Babe, do you really need to ask me that?"

"You know, you're right," I snickered, "You'd walk back to your dorm in your chonies and bra while holding your clothes without shame."

"Totes."

"You need to visit me this weekend. Community college makes it easier to take a weekend off," I said politely as possible as I didn't want to offend her in any shape or form.

I could picture Tamera's face brighten, "That'd be awesome, beb! I can stay in your dorm and meet that Ken dude that has been pestering you- and if I am lucky, I will meet Jaxxon."

"Um, Tam, you don't want to meet Ken. You know exactly what he looks like."

"What do you mean?" she sounded tentative.

"He is a like this freaking living Ken doll from Mattel. Blonde, blue eyes, very wealthy, tall, fit, dresses well-"

Tamera cut me off, "I think I have found a sugar daddy, Kace!"

I bursted into laughing, "What?!" I noticed what she was inferring. "You are not going to meet Ken!"

"Why not? You said that needed to find a nice boy. Not some high school drop out," Tamera clicked her teeth.

"But- that's not what I meant!" I ran out of words.

"If you don't want him, I will take him!" Tamera chuckled.

"Eww, no. I am not letting you endure that hell," I stated seriously. Damia walked in to the dorm room at the point. Interrupting Tamera's cackling laughter, I sighed, "Well, I got to go. I'll talk to you later." I smiled even though she couldn't see me through the phone.

Tamera coughed as she tried to stop laughing, "Okay, beb, remember, you are confronting Jaxxon later!"

"Whatever," I ended the call. Damia stood there just looking at me with her arms folded. I found it irritating at the highest degree, "What?"

"Its Day Four of week zero. Have you even taken a tour of campus?"

"No," I blatantly spat almost.

She sighed and grabbed something from her closet, a black (figures. . .) side bag, "Lets go."

"What? No. I am fine here." I knew what she was inferring, but I didn't want to acknowledge it.

"Seriously?"

"Well. . .I have to. . .to. . .talk to a friend in a few hours!" I searched for an excuse.

"Ah. Okay, just tell me if you don't want to hang out with me," Damia spoke with a tone of lingering hurt mixed with resentment.

I hadn't really thought that I could actually hurt her, but this was Damia! How could I think I would be able to punch a hole in her tough exterior.

"Its true. . .And its a guy. . ." I trailed off and my eyes rolled to the floor beside my feet.

Damia sputtered automatically, "Ken?"

"No offence, but god no," I spat with a hint of utter disgust lining my voice.

Damia tried to contain her laughter, but she miserably failed, "Me, be offended at something about Ken?! I love you already!"

I chewed my bottom lip in surrender, "I am just gonna go now then. . ." my voice tapered off as I made my way to the door.

* * * * *

I eventually made it to the dorm building lobby and let out a puff as I exited the elevator .  I slowly and dejectedly found my way to an empty chair in the common room.

Then someone whom I didn't expect to see showed up, "Hey, you're that girl that knows my brother, Hunter?"

I turned around, "Yeah. . .?"

I knew three things:
1. I knew he was going to ask how I knew his brother.
2. I knew that I was going to talk to him.
3. I knew that he would inform Hunter that he knew me.

There was another thing that I could count on:
Hunter would be angry and confused because I had been ignoring his texts.

"Oh, you ran off the other day, was everything all right?" Jaxxon offered a friendly smile.

I uncomfortably smiled, "Yeah, I was just unaware Hunter had a brother or a twin for that matter."

Jaxxon motioned to the seat across from mine, "Mind if I sit?" I shook my head. His eyes brightened, "Well, Hunter doesn't like many of his friends to know I exist."

"Why's that?" Jaxxon was peaking my interest in the subject.

Jaxxon ran his hand through his hair, "I think its somewhere along the way because he thought I was 'borrowing' his girlfriends in high school, which I wasn't. They thought that I was him. Besides, I have no interest in them. I have more interest in the Abercrombie and Fitch models. . ."

I let out a roar of a laugh. Not because Jaxxon was gay, but because of the way he implied it to me. I think maybe he and I can be friends after all.

Trying to hold in my laughter, I attempted to speak, "That's horrible. . ."

"I know, but Hunter never knew about my preference," Jaxxon folded his arms casually.

"Oh, come on, Jaxxon, what's the real reason?" I nudged his foot with mine.

Jaxxon looked at me with direct eye contact, "My father was a homophobe and Hunter followed in his steps."

I felt the back of my neck grow warm, so I rubbed it, "Oh, that's. . .I'm sorry. . ."

"Don't apologize. Its not your fault. I'm the one who has to live with it."