The Princess & The Jerk (Fifth Book of "Fire and Ice" Series)

CH.1: The beauty of weirdness

Dear All,

As I promised last week and mentioned earlier in a message, here comes CH.1 of "The Princess & The Jerk" and I really, really hope you will enjoy it!

The chapter is very long and still quite introducing the two main characters, slowly taking us into their world and their small or big issues, their complex personalities and letting us know more people orbiting around them 😊

I believe this chapter will give the right kickstart to the entire story and I know still few of you are reading this, but I sincerely hope more will slowly give it a chance and express their thoughts via comments, messages, votes and such. I'd greatly appreciate that, thank you!

I would like to dedicate this chapter to all Viola and Sergey fans and supporter and in particular to my dear chocoshell as a big and sincere thank you for supporting and reading all my stories, thank you very much!

The song seems to particularly suit first Viola and then Sergey, if you think about it, and then a banner I designed when I had a bit of free time.

Now, let us get into the magic and sweetness of the story, and magic fairy-dust to all of you *°*

Happy reading!

"Have I gone mad? – I'm afraid so, you're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret...all the best people are," by Lewis Carroll in "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland"

SERGEY POV:

Since that stupid Friday night, when Alexa had disgustingly tried more than once to get physical with me the moment Audrey wasn't around, a couple of weeks passed and I still stood in the same place as before, not having moved forward of even a spit. I was pathetic, because I loathed most of this but I wasn't strong enough to change it, taking it out with my father and Denisov, since often we exchanged words and once almost a fight in the corridors, in class or at lunch. The other day we almost broke into a colossal fight in the cafeteria, him punching my face and me doing the same, for I had found the way to piss him off: insulting his family. And I did it, as lowly and dirtily as I could think of and he hit me for that, fucking hard.

However, the way he reacted and the strength with which he punched me both got in me and I didn't find it again to utter those words, to stoop even lower, to involve his family who had nothing to do with me. What would have my father said if he heard me? He would have kicked my ass very hard. Just as the damn queer hit me hard, painfully hard. And very much deserved.

Yet, I couldn't stop, I couldn't pull my head out of my ass and be better; so, I found more excuse to start fights with him, knowing he could take it, knowing he would take it.

Exactly like right now, Jonathan and Martin at my side and me grabbing that queer by his jumper, hissing at his face and calling him names. He looked down at me, as he was slightly taller than I was, beginning to pack more muscles, even if never at my cousin's level; yeah, he stared down at me with his smug and freaking arrogant expression, as if he was looking at a piece of useless crap, almost not caring about what I was telling him. I hated him in that moment, so much I prepared myself to hit him, but froze on the spot as a voice I knew too well called for him.

"Anatoly! Why are you here instead of meeting me where we said before?" Denisov threw at me quite the glare and then shoved my hands away.

"Hands off, jerk, you better leave before I decide to kick to hell my patience."