The Bad Boy Prince

People say that he is a gentleman, I think he's a bad boy prince. But for some reason, I obsessed with him.


3. The Rude Awakening (Meeting the Prince)

The next morning, in my new royal bedroom, I woke up.

By tumbling out of bed and landed on the floor with a thump. "Good morning, princess!" chirped Tracy. I looked up from where I was laying. Tracy's blond hair was tied up in  a messy bun and was dressed nicely. She was wearing white collared dress and matching flats. 

Her glasses were neatly attached to her eyes. "Are you ready?" 

"No." I grumbled.  


 I slipped on my white ballet flats and checked my hair in the mirror. Applying strawberry lip gloss to my lips, Tracy let out a squeal. "You look perfect! He's is going to love what you're wearing."

"Hmm. So... Caleb told me that Zayn is a gentleman is that true?" 

"Oh yes! He is very gentleman-like!"

I smacked my lips and gave her the "Really?" look. Tracy sighed, "Ok fine. Zayn is a bad boy. He seduces, steals and sneaks out to private clubs and parties. It's crazy to me. Truth is, he sorta seduced me and I-"

"Wait...he did? What kind of royal is he?!"

"I don't know but he is a very good kisser!" she gushed. I rolled my eyes. "But that's not important. Honestly, his mother caught him sleeping with tons of princesses and duchesses. Again, crazy to me." I felt kind of jealous that Zayn kissed her. 

Maybe I was next.

Tracy and I left my room and stumbled upon nobody else than the prince himself. His little fedora fell to the ground. He bent down to pick it up. 

"Hello there." I smiled, looking down. Damn he looked better in real life. 

He got up and wiped his hat. Tracy nudged me to say something else. I was speechless. There was a moment of silence where I just stood and stared at his face. "...Well, nice to see too, Zayn. Meet us in the dining room?"

Zayn said nothing but nod. Tracy walked away. Zayn's eyes traveling Trace's body as she walked away. Trying to hide my anger and jealousy, I stuck out my hand so he could shake it.

He turned to see my hand. "Hi. I'm July, nice to meet you."

He let out a small cough and walked around and kept walking. 

"Wait! I'm confused...aren't you supposed to shake my hand and say 'I'm Zayn, nice to meet you too'?" I asked, turning to see him keep walking. 

I ran after him.

"Hey! What's your deal? Woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, your highness?" 


Turned me on in an instant, people.

"Well...I just said hi. What's your problem?" I asked, now getting angry. "I thought you were a gentleman."

Zayn grabbed my arm and pinned me against the wall, letting his cool minty breath hit my face. I let out a small scream.

"Listen up, don't believe everything you hear because I'm not. Sure I'm a gentleman but I'm never gentle around girls like you. Your virginity will go missing because of me, before you tell me to stop. Don't let me repeat myself, ok princess?"

His eyes were dark and staring into my soul. It was frightening. I nodded slowly. 

"I hope Tracy warned you."

"S-she did." I stuttered, quietly. "Good." He smirked and walked away from me.

I gulped and ran to the dining room. 


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