Undercover

Chapter 3: Pop Goes My Phone

As I headed back to my room I felt my phone vibrate in my blazer pocket. The name on my screen made my heart race and butterflies erupt in my stomach. Vincenzo Gama is a rich playboy who lives in Aradona, he's turning 20 in April and is completely gorgeous. He is the sort of boy your mother warns you about, that obviously didn't stop me. Being the princess I am expected to keep am image, well Vince was like my Achilles heel. He knew exactly what to say to me and how I tick. We first met when I was 15 and he was 17 at a charity gala. I was spell bound by his charms and completely fell for him. We began meeting up in secret to stop the paparazzi from seeing us, Vince wanted it to be low key, nothing serious. After a few months of that I felt myself falling for him, before I headed back to school after the summer we went public. My parents flipped, the lectured me saying I was the princess and I had to have standards but back then all I could think about was Vince. For some bizarre reason the public loved us, the princess taming the bad boy. He was half the reason I started getting into trouble, which when your royalty isn't a good idea. When I turned 16 Vince was banned, my parents despised him. Some how their hatred for him only made me love him more. Life was pretty good with us until this summer I found out he'd been cheating on me, with numerous girls. As you could guess I was pretty heart broken, hence my hard exterior. It's amazing how much one person can hurt you. I should of known Vince was bad news the minute we met, mainly because he wouldn't take his eyes of my tits. Not many people would want to date a princess because she has a nice personality. They'd want to date me because 1: I am the princess obviously 2: I'm known for being pretty good looking and 3: well... IM THE PRINCESS? Now Mr playboy/heartbreaker/asshole was calling me and I wanted so badly to hear his voice, that familiar Aradonan lilt which sounded slightly Spanish with a hint of British. If my best friend back home, Sana, was here she'd take my phone and reject the call. I walked quickly to my room and accepted the call

"Hello?" I squeaked
"Mina." His voice made my heart race and break at the same time.
"What do you want Vince?" I was trying to stop my voice from cracking.

"I miss you." Vince said
"I miss you too." Shit, I wasn't supposed to say that.
"Look, I know I messed up. But I love you." He said. I sat on my bed and sighed, the tears began to fall
"Why?" I croaked, Vince sighed.

"I don't even know," he said "All I know is I miss you and want only you." His voice was getting softer, more persuasive.

I knew I should of hung up but he just seemed to have this hold on me. I couldn't put the phone down.

"I-I" I stumbled over the words, "I needed you and you weren't there, I'm sorry Vince but unless you majorly make it up to me then we're completely over." and with that I forced myself to hang up. Once I'd fully hung up the tears consumed me, people don't think I cry but I do just never in front of anyone. I lay on my bed and clutched my pillow close. After a few minutes anger consumed me and I screamed. I screamed and chucked my phone across the room, it landed with a loud crack. About 29 seconds later Mr Spittle crashed into my room

"Mina!" He shouted charging in. Shit, I thought. He looked at me then my phone and the new dent in the cream wall. He walked over and picked up my phone which now had a large crack across the screen. I wiped away some stray tears, and sat up straight. I refused to show Mr Spittle I was weak.
"What are you doing here?!" I snapped. He frowned
"You left your maths book" Sure enough my blue jotter was in his hand" I heard you scream and a crack,I thought you were in trouble." He sounded genuinely concerned.
"Yeah well I'm fine!" I snapped again reaching for my jotter from his hands. He ignored me and looked above my bed, I'd completely forgotten about the writing.
"I'll get some to fix that." He said, I shrugged. All I wanted was to be alone. He walked into the bathroom and came back with a wet towel, he tried rubbing the writing but it didn't budge. He awkwardly crawled onto the bed so he could reach it.
"Is there a reason you threw your phone?" He asked. I silently shook my head. He looked at me and tilted his head.
"Is there a reason you're still here?!" He sat beside me, too close for comfort, but I was so exhausted and worn out from crying that I didn't have the energy to move.

"There's councillers here, they're really good" He said, I looked at him almost shocked,
"Jesus Christ you honestly think I'm crazy!" I cried leaping up. Mr Spittle stood up and crossed his arms, 
"I think that it is my job as your tutor to make sure that you are in the right state of mind" He replied. I rolled my eyes,
"You don't even know me. Besides you're my tutor, I wonder what Miss Scarbe would say about you being in my room for the second time today" I crossed my arms also. Mr Spittle's eyes narrowed and he walked out my room slamming my door in the process.
As I sat in the silence on my bed I thought, who would people try and kill me before they tried to kill my brother. In my silence it dawned on me, I was vulnerable. I never had as much protection as Bamba and here I was even more vulnerable. The thought made me feel nauseous and my hands began to shake. I sighed and fell back onto my bed, my phone clutched in my hand. I could feel my phone heating up, it was heating up so much it started to burn my hand. I dropped it alarmed and it exploded, only a small explosion but still. I dropped behind my bed and peered over. What used to be my phone was now a smoking pile of melting plastic
"Well...pop goes my phone" I said to myself. I stood up and then the fire alarm went of...shit.