Fake It

"Please. It's one ball."
One ball too many.

Being slightly famous with an even more famous family is kind of a hard ship when you don't want anything to do with them. For Layne Avery, this ball was the very last thing she ever wanted to go to, but when a very unexpected visitor comes and asks her for a favor, she says yes. Layne isn't fit for the royal life, or maybe she is. You tell me, but you first you have to read Fake It.


11. Eleven


So, um, the week after our late night rendezvous mainly consisted of Zain blatantly ignoring me. When I say "ignoring me," I don't mean he didn't talk to me. I mean, he avoided me, refused to acknowledge that I was ever in the same room as him, never responded to my attempts to mend whatever relationship we have left, and instructed Edward to schedule any meetings he had on the dates of our wedding planning. AND, on top of that: I can't fucking find my book. 


It's the one book that I can just fucking relax to. It's a book of poems. Beautiful poems made by an amazing person and I can't fucking find the damned thing. Trust me, I've looked all over this big ass castle and it is no where in sight. There's only one place it could be, but I'd stab myself in the eye before I ever posses the power to walk into Zain's office right now. Sure, I have every right to do so. I mean, I'm not the one ignoring someone for a very stupid reason. I'm also not the one who left a fucking thank you note for sex. WHO DOES THAT. NO ONE SAYS THANK YOU FOR SOMEONE ELSE AGREEING TO HAVING SEX WITH THEM. But none the less, I'm not a rude dipshit who just walks into someone's office as if they're not there and take out a book of theirs.


I'm a fucking lady


I take a sip of my Gatorade and ask Hana to retrieve it for me. I also tell her to not tell him it's for me. She looks panicked and says something along the lines of, "What should I tell him, if he asks?" I squint my eyes and say, "Tell him that you wanted to borrow it." Her eyes widened and she shakes her head. Zain scares her, apparently. I pinch the bridge of my nose as I try to figure out a way to get that book. I really don't want to ask Edward. He'd slip up somehow. I sigh and ask him anyway. Let's just say, he fucked it up.


I lean back in my desk chair with my phone in my hand, trying not to think about who hired all of the workers. I love them, but I don't believe the King agreed to hiring all of these people. My chair creaks as I abruptly get out of it to look for Hana. I pray that I've got a meeting or something. I need a meeting or a party or something or I'm going to lose my fucking mind. 


I don't have to walk far. Hana runs up to me with a smile, clutching a bag to her chest. She's out of breath and leans over a bit. I place my hand on my hip as I wait for her to hurry up and tell me what ever it is that she wants. She stands up straight and say, "Princess Safaa is having a tea party at the aquarium!" 


Well, this is not what I meant by party.




Hana forces me into a short frilly dress that Saffaa picked out specially for me. Yes, I'm going to smile when she points it out to me. I'm also wearing an annoying pair of high heels that are probably too small for me and a tight as hell ponytail. When I emerge from my room, Hana smiles at me. She clasps her hands to her chest sighing, "You look very pretty, Miss Layne." I thank her and Hana explains to me that we all need to leave now if we're going to make it on time.


"You all?" 


She winces and quickly murmurs, "I understand that you and his highness are in the middle of a debacle, but Princess Safaa has requested you both to be there."


I clench my jaw and pinch the bridge of my nose, spitting out a, "Fine!" Hana motions for me to follow her and starts walking down the corridor. I walk behind her, trying my best not to fall flat on my face. I don't, surprisingly. 




The car ride to the aquarium was very awkward. Very much so. It was mainly due to Hana's attempts to start a conversation. It was centered around the topic of how nice we looked. I glared at her and said, "You forced me into this dress, Hana." Her cheeks flooded pink and she just stopped trying to talk to me all together. I tried my hardest to just stare out the window and ignore them. When we get to the aquarium, Hana made some excuse about having to help the staff with the cake and that she'd be up soon. She left me with him. Alone. With him. 


Before she left, she pushed me into the elevator, gave me a look that said she didn't want me to kill him, and pressed the button for the fifth floor. I stood at the far right of the elevator, starring straight at the blinking floor numbers. My hands clench at my sides as his signature vanilla scent fills the air. I really wish this elevator hurries up. It doesn't. The elevator stops abruptly and jerks a bit. I don't fall (thank god), but my chest's pressed up against Zain's with his hand's on the small of my back and I can't think of anything else right now. He detaches his hands with a weak, "Sorry." and steps back. I nod, hearing static from the intercom. 


"What seems to be the problem?" A harsh, rough voice mutters. 


"The fucking elevator stopped you dick-head." I yell, because who'd ask such a stupid question?


There's clatter in the background. My heels taps the floor as I wait for assistance. Fucking great. The elevator just had to stop today of all days. Jesus Freaking Christ. A moment later, Hana voice fills the airwaves.


"Miss Layne, there are no need for such words." 


"Hana, what the hell are you doing?" I ask.


"Before I explain, I must say this was not my doing." 


"Then whose doing is it?" I spit out.


"Me!" Princess Safaa squeals, "You guys have been fighting all week. You can't go to my party until you make up."


I rub my temples and say, "Safaa, please give the mic back to Hana." 


A second later Hana says, "Yes, Miss Layne?" 


I start spilling out profanities in Korean. It goes on for a minute before I have to stop to catch my breathe. When I do, Hana squeaks out an, "I-i'm sorry, but Princess Safaa has requested this. It really is out of my hands." 




With my arms crossed, I sit on the floor of the elevator. We've been in here for ten minutes. He can fucking say sorry. It's not like he isn't in the wrong. He is. He's totally in the wrong and he isn't even trying to say something. 


"You could try to apologize." I say. He doesn't respond. He doesn't respond. HE DOESN'T RESPOND. 


"You have to be kidding me." I murmur, slipping off my shoes and standing up. 


I regain my balance and Pointing my finger at him, I yell, "There is no way in hell that you don't feel bad. There isn't. You didn't talk to me for a week. You didn't acknowledge me for a week. You're a fucking asshole and there's no way that you don't feel bad for that." 


"I do. I do feel bad for that, Layne. I don't need you yelling at me." 


"How else am I going to get you to not fucking avoid me. I get it! We slept together. We had sex. Holy Shit. It's the end of the world! It doesn't fucking give you the right to stop talking to me." 


"I didn't know what to say! Okay?! I didn't know what to say to you." 


"SO YOU SAY THANKS?!!?" I yell. He winces and gives me a wry smile. 


"That was a dick move-"


"It was!" 


"I know. I should have said something. I'm sorry." He apologizes.


My shoulders de-tense at that. I can't even be at him for that now. I could, but I'm not and I guess I'm okay with that. I breathe out a sigh of relief. I walk over to him and rest my head against his chest with my arms crossed and mutter out a, "Thank you." I just listen to his heart beat and he presses his lips to my forehead


"Do you think Hana's gonna let us out of here now?" 


"I don't think Safaa thought this all the way through." I tell him.




When Hana does let us out, it's 20 minutes later. Apparently, they wanted to give us "buffer room." They forgot. It's alright though. We spent most of it making out, so alls well that ends well. With my hair tie tucked into my purse, we find our way to Safaa's party. The rooms decorated with pink and purple frills and there has to be about twenty little girls here. I want to cut off my ears from the shrill voices in the room. 


Why a tea party?!



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