Aynie
"OMYGOSH! Prince Harry dumped Camilia, finally! Now I totally have the chance!"
"Good thing Prince Harry dumped that bitch! I tots deserve him!"
"PRINCE HARRY DUMPED CAMILIA AHSDZSBJDFBGJSBSE!"
Those are just maybe 1/100 squeals I've heard the moment I entered the school. I tried to cover my ears as tightly as I possibly could It's even trending ON Twitter, of course here in school is no exception. Well, it's not a shock to me about Harry breaking up with another Bimbo. It happens ALMOST every week. New girl, new break ups, and new gossips. I always wonder how there are still enough women left who haven't been touched by Harry. Now I wonder how Grand'mere would react.
"Ugh your husband's the number 1 chick magnet. Yet, a lot of girls still like him." Anne suddenly appeared beside me and I just laughed. She shook her head in disbelief. She's right. Good thing I pledged on the day of our wedding that I would never fall for a jerk like him.
"U-huh. And you know, you two should just tell the public that you two are already married so Harry would not be bombarded with rumors." Grace agreed, tucking her hair on her right ear, showing her handmade earrings.
Anne and Grace are cousins, and have been my best friends even before coming here in Roseville. It was plain luck that their parents decided to move here in time of my early marriage. They are the only people who names about my secret marriage.
"And have my head cut off? No thanks." I replied, taking my books from my locker. I took out my P.E. (Physical Education) uniform which consists of my black Nike rubber shoes, jogging pants, and T-shirt with a huge "ROSEVILLE UNIVERSITY" logo plastered on the front.
"Has Harry brought Camilia to the Palace?" Grace asked, as we make our way to the gym.
"Nope." I replied, popping the "p". "Besides, Grand'mere would be furious. I am not sure if Grand'mere even knows what her grandson is doing at school".
We sat down on the metal chairs, along with a few dozen students from our class. Our gym is the biggest in the Island, with fully air-conditioned courts and indoor Olympic pool.
"I really don't get why we have to take this stupid subject." Anne complained as our teacher, Mr. Fitz , the most handsome and sought after teacher in the school, entered the gym. He strutted with his cute buttocks, rocking his tight-fitting gym shorts. "But luckily, we have a handsome teacher teaching us how to stay fit".
*school bell rings*
"Finally! Time to go home." Grace yawned as she stretched her arms. "Hey Aynie, lets go to our house today. Mom's out so we could watch some DVD's."
"I would love to, but I promised to cook something for Grand'mere." I apologized. I hate doing this to my friends. Maybe if I don't have princess duties, I could spend more time with them. I have an obsession with cutting things and chucking them into a pan.
"No problem! But be prepared because we might get bored and stop by at your place!" Grace said and I chuckled. They almost always do this on their spare time, as both of them just live right next to each other. They would often drop by the palace and bring pizza.
"Sure! But don't forget the pizza." I warned and said goodbye. I whisked out my phone and texted Grand'mere that I'm on my way back (Yes she has a phone. A Samsung Galaxy Note 2 that Harry and I got her for her 57th birthday) then something hit me really hard. On my chest. I put my arm on the spot and yelped in pain.
"Smurfin food! That freakin hurts! Watch where you're going--" I suddenly stopped people around me suddenly stopped talking. What? Is Angelina Jolie standing behind me?
I spun around to see who hit me, and to my surprise, it was my dear good husband.
My other half tells me to apologize, and my other half tells me that I should just glare at him and go.
"Watch where you're going!" He half screamed at me. I looked at him in disbelief. Shouldn't I be the one to shout at him since I'm the victim?
Oh hell no mister.
"EXCUSE me?! Watch where YOU'RE going! Not because you're a prince doesn't mean you can treat me like this!" I exclaimed, but immediately covered my mouth. How could I be such as idiot?I mentally face-palmed myself.
I think I saw all mouth drop the moment I said those words. It's like, I just said Orange is the new Pink, which is like announcing war with the fashion gods. Or it's like saying Jacob is way hotter than Edward in a Bella-Edward fan club. After a few seconds of silence, I heard numerous mouths talk like crazy. blah blah blah.
"Excuse me? Did you just yell at me?" He said, looking at me with fierce eyes like he's about to eat me alive. Oh sh*t I'm screwed. But, I still decided to act strong and mighty.
"Yes I did. Got a problem with that? Not because you're a prince, doesn't mean you can't be at fault!" I see frustration in his eyes, and before I could react, he was dragging me by the hand to God knows where.
"Where the hell are you taking me?" I said, as I try to get my hands free from his grip. It was throbbing like crazy.
"Shut up Aynie." He said and we entered a laboratory room with science geniuses doing an experiment.
"Out." He told them and they scurried away. I scoffed.
"What was that Aynie! Do you want the other students to hate you? You know that they would, to anyone who talks back to me!" Harry told me as he let go of my throbbing hand.
"Fine I'm sorry! But I still need an apology from you. My chest freakin' hurts!" He chuckled and shook his head.
"Ok. Forgive me, your Majesty." He grinned and smoothed his curly hair. "I really didn't mean to... uhm.. hit your chest."
"Come on! Atleast say it like you mean it!" I retorted angrily. HE'S GETTING ON MY NERVES.
He better run before I kill him with A FREAKIN' TISSUE PAPER!
"I have never said sorry to anyone in my life, princess. "
"You... you... jerk!"
"A handsome jerk maybe."
"Handsome? Really? That's the best you got? I'm disappointed."
"Well, how about, a jerk who millions of girls adore?"
Seriously. He needs a shrink. I should ask the palace shrink for an appointment.
"I don't know why I ever agreed to marry you."
"Well, don't you feel lucky to have ME as your husband, princess?" There he goes with his "princess" again. It's his little way of pissing me off and he knows it.
"Yep I feel soooo happy. Now if you would excuse me. I have better things to do than to breathe the same air as you." I said and started to walk away when he suddenly grabbed my wrist.
"Be careful of that mouth of yours princess. You don't want to mess with me." He said in a warning tone.
" I think I was born to mess with you."
And with that, I walked with nothing but confidence.
NOT.
EDITED, 11/10/2019