"Awwwh... Is the Princess upset? Is the little Princess gonna cry? Why doesn't baby Princess run off to Daddy and shed her precious little tears to him." He taunted. 'Its all fine,' I muttered in my head, 'No need to embarrass yourself Embers. He doesn't know. Just walk away... stay calm, "Come on Princess, does it really look like I give a fuck?" He added with a little chuckle just as I started to turn and leave. I froze. 'Okay, deep breathes Embers. In. Out. In. Out. You can do this, just keep walking.' But I lost it.
"Don't you fucking DARE call me Princess," I said said, an icy tone taking shape, and anger was starting to tickle in my throat.
"Why not, little Princess?" Chase replied, " I believe this is a free country. I can do whatever the fuck I wa-"
"You have no idea why the fuck not," I suddenly shout at him, taking him by surprise, "Pick another pet-name for all I care, but you have no right to call me your little 'Princess'," I explode, my fury escaping me at a force and Chase flinched, seemingly shocked at my outburst, "you can bully me, you can order me around, 'do whatever the fuck you want' with me," I imitate, "But don't you ever, and I mean EVER, call me your little 'Princess' again," I yell at him, but the last few words come out only as a whisper, my body trembling at this point.
How dare Chase call me that, just some 'cutesy' nickname that he probably calls all of his flings, probably all swoon over it, and he decided to spring on me in the spur of the moment. He had no idea how much it hurt me to hear someone else call me by that nickname.
Only one person had earned the right to call me that name; Princess. It just sounded tacky and wrong coming from anyone else's lips but theirs. And those lips are certainly not Chase's.
I watched as Chase's shocked expression morphed back into his confident and cocky smirk, "I knew you had it in you somewhere, Princess." Adding an arrogant wink on the end, just to push my buttons that little bit further.