Kay, well after this I'll be wrapping Christmas gifts. ;3 So I'm uploading another chappie before I do so...
Another thing I wanted to share (kind of a continuation from my last intro from chapter 6 :P) is that I've been seeing a lot of saddening things on some of my friends' tumblrs and facebooks. :/ They're saying that Christmas can go suck it this year, and how there's no reason to be happy .___. First of all, that's just wrong. Second of all... How can you not be happy? It's Christmas! Jesus Christ's birthday! And aside from that, there's family time, Christmas dinner, and of course, PRESENTS! :D But it's not only about receiving, but giving. :)
Sorry for another long intro :P but enjoy the chappie! :3
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Chapter 7
"What the hell?!" Ryan shouted. The blonde woman came rushing back into the room, throwing herself in front of Ryan. "What's wrong, Prince Ryan?!" she shrieked. She looked at me crazily, with her arms spread out to protect Ryan.
"Prince Ryan?!" I said, bewildered. "Weren't you a taxi driver a few weeks ago?"
"I told you, it was temporary," he said, still staring at me. He had this confused expression on, and it looked like his eye was twitching. The blonde woman was still in her protective position, and I frowned at her. "You can go, now." She stood up straight and smoothed out her skirt. She shook her hair out of her face and walked out of the room.
"What happened, then?" I asked. Ryan's weird expression faded away, and now he looked somewhat normal.
"Punishment," he said bluntly. His face turned sour, and he looked like a pouty little kid. I laughed.
"What?" he snapped. I smiled at him. "You look like a baby," I pointed out. He rolled his eyes.
"Why'd you stop by anyways?" I asked, changing the subject. He looked up. "Huh?" Ryan said.
"You know, to say hi," I said slowly, as if I were talking to a two year-old. It kinda felt like it, the way he was acting...
"No reason," he muttered. I crossed my arms.
"Is it because you heard one of your protectors is a girl?" I said smugly. He looked bewildered at the accusation. "What? No way!"
"Liar," I laughed, walking to my closet. I threw open the doors and pulled out an outfit. I tossed it onto the queen-sized bed.
"For your information, I have a girlfriend," Ryan said. I raised my eyebrows at him.
"Really now," I said. He nodded, smirking. "Jealous?" he inquired. I rolled my eyes and pushed him out of the doorway. "In your dreams," I said. He followed me down the hallway to the kitchen.
"She's rich, too," Ryan added. Why is he telling me this? Not like I care.
"Why are you telling me this? Not like I care about your love life," I said, projecting my thoughts. He shrugged.
"I like sharing things," he said. "And since you're so nice..." I rolled my eyes as he put mucho sarcasm on "nice".
"Of course," I said sarcastically. He chuckled and poured himself a glass of water. He took a sip.
"How old are you, anyways?" Ryan asked, putting down his glass. I watched chefs bustle around us. "Sixteen."
"Sixteen and a half," he said smugly. I shot a look at him.
"You're a child," I told him. "No one cares who's older."
"Depends on the person," he said thoughtfully.
"Depends on the age," I retorted.
"Not really. You're just no fun."
"Really now."
"Yes, really."
I rolled my eyes. "You're impossible," I said finally. Ryan chuckled. His bright green eyes sparkled with amusement.
"I've annoyed the bad girl, now have I?" he said, his green eyes peering into my brown ones. "As a matter of fact, you have. Now please, leave me alone," I groaned. I walked out of the kitchen. Thankfully, he didn't follow me.
Why the heck is he so annoying? He's like a child. How could he have a girlfriend, honestly? Oh wait, that's right. He's a freakin' rich prince.
I walked back to my room and changed into the outfit I picked out earlier. I gladly changed out of my uniform. I pulled on the plain white shirt over my head. Then I tucked it in to a yellow flowy skirt.
"Jenna," a deep voice said behind me. I jumped and whipped around.
"Time for your training," the man said. He was even taller than Alan, and he was even more muscular. He was wearing something almost identical to my uniform, combat boots and all. I opened my mouth to say something, but I just shut it and nodded.
"You know how to hold a gun, correct?" he said, leading me out of my bedroom. Alan was already standing by him. Okay, so no introduction from Mr. Big, Tall, and Muscular.
"Umm... should I know?" I asked. Alan smiled. Mr. BTM, however, did not seem amused.
"Does Hughes even train their students well anymore?" Mr. BTM sighed. He shook his head and led Alan and I outside to the backyard.
Well, to call it a backyard would be the understatement of the year.