I woke up and sang my fight song. I was ready to face another day at Bright Shine School. I got out of bed and put my hair in a messy bun but I still looked hot. I put on lip gloss and a tiny bit of mascara.
I looked at my poster of Prince Philip and gave him a passionate kiss, wishing that one day I could meet him and he'd notice me. I grab my school bag and an apple from the bowl downstairs as I'm a very healthy eater (I'm also extremely skinny and short). I walk out the door and keep my head down, hoping nobody will see me. Because I'm quirky and don't need attention. I begin to sing this is my fight song again.
"This is my fight song..." I say quietly. I then bump into a hard, firm chiseled sculpted muscled wrinkly ancient chest. I look up and Prince Phillip is staring back down at me with those EYES."O-h-h-hh--h-h-h my g-o-o-o-s-h I'm s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-o-o sorry!" I stutter and blush, my face goes tomato red.
"Who are you?" he says in his beautiful deep, harsh voice. I gasp and clutch my chest and bite my upper lip and think sheesh. "Bitch get out of my way! SHEESH!" He cries and pushes past me. He also called me a slut. I think he's in love with me?
"W-w-wait!" I say as I turn around and my eyes watch his gorgeous, British ass walk off down the street.
I can't believe that just happened, I think to myself, fixing my glasses. I'm beautiful with smooth skin and lovely hair but I wear glasses. so no one even looks at me and I have braces. I'm very insecure and everyone at school always bullies me! I often find myself alone in the bathroom, crying on the toilet. And I'm always singing this super underground song, that no one has ever heard before, called 'this is my fight song'.
I'm very unique and nobody ever understands me. I also read Shakespeare. My parents died in a car crash when I was 4 minutes old and now I live with my uncle and auntie and very attractive cousin. Incest. Well, I've thought about it, at first, since he is beautiful and has fluffy hair. But then I think about Prince Phillip, his sallow, sagging skin and corpse-like face, and... all I want is him. I turn back around and continue my walk to school. The clouds are gloomy and it begins to rain on me as I walk into school.
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Bad Boy Phillip (Y/N x Prince Phillip)
RomanceA girl whose parents died in a car crash when she was 4 minutes old... little did that girl know that she'd end up meeting the man of her dreams. A man who was born into royalty... Little did he know he'd fall head over heels for a quirky high schoo...
