Melody Of Secrets
He leans against the door frame, hands in his pockets, brows scrunched up. "Look, there's no need for you to show me your 'tough girl' act, because that's all it is. An act."
"How would you know?" I scoff. "I recall that the last time I put my tough girl 'act' to the test, you were already down."
"Touché." He purses his lips. "But I know your type of girls; the closed-off, artistic, loner, I'm-so-independent-and-strong type. But the truth is," He smirks. "It's all just for show."
"Look," I say, stepping closer to him. "You might know a lot of girls. And you might think you know me. But... you... don't." I lift my chin up to face him eye to eye. "And I can assure you that I am a whole lot tougher than the type of girls you've known."
He fixes his vibrant eyes on mine, and his lips curve into a sly smile. "Oh, really? You think so, sweetheart?"
A socially awkward introvert was probably how Scarlett Burns would describe herself.
She didn't participate in any "popular" events, she hung out with no one but her two best friends, and she didn't draw attention to herself.
But underneath that normal anti-social exterior lay a whole web of rattled nerves, painful secrets, and desperate dreams. All of which she would channel into the music that she strummed from her guitar late at night.
That is... until she meets an arrogant and obnoxious Prince Charming who -for some reason unknown- is wholly determined to transform her mournful melodies into soulful symphonies.
Not the usual response from someone who you've kicked to the floor. Some people are just wired differently, I guess.