30 Days with Prince Obnoxious, What Could Go Wrong? [Part 8]

I feel so full of hatred right now.

"So you're just using me to get away from the Duke whatever-his-name-is' daughter?" I said through gritted teeth. And yet, the effing Prince doesn't notice - or simply ignoring - my anger here. He calmly nodded like it's all fine!

Well it's not!

"I hate that girl. She's always driving me nuts. And somehow, my parents still wants me to be with her," he said bitterly.

He's single?

Why am I suddenly happy?

But I kept a very moody face.

"Could you at least slow down?"

"Never. I like going fast; the speed makes me think-"

"Of what? Your death?" I snapped. He glared at me. "Eyes on the road, your highness," I grunted.

"So, where are we going?"

"Somewhere."

"Very informative," I said sarcastically.

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"I'm done," I said, throwing the fork onto my plate. I'm in pain. My stomach hates me.

"Hm? And we haven't had deserts yet," he said and paused, looking at me dead in the eyes. "And here I thought you were a pig,"

I glared daggers at him. He smirked.

"I'm just kidding."

So deserts came, and despite my tummy aching, I ate it anyway.

"After this, where are you taking me?" I asked.

"Probably stay here for a while," he answered.

"How long is the girl going to be in the palace?"

"About...the whole night," he replied. I wriggled my nose.

"Figuratively right?"

"What part of that sentence sounds figurative to you?" he said, rolling his eyes. I stare at my half-eaten pudding.

"But...tomorrow...I have a job to do - you know, taking care of your sister," I said. He shrugged.

"I have a flight to New York tomorrow, so?" he said.

"Well...first of all...I need some sleep, I'm not sleeping in your car."

"That's why we are going to a place,"

"Where?"

"Somewhere."

I slapped my palm on my forehead. This guy is a real pain in the ass.

"You're such a pain you know that?" I snapped at him, ignoring the mustache-guy playing the violin in a very depressing tone next to us.

"I know right?"

"What?" I snapped impatiently, kind of shock that he would admit it in just a split second.

"I'm being such a jerk to you and only you,"

"So you're saying that normally you wouldn't be like this?" I asked; I never knew violin could sound THAT annoying!

"No, not really. I've been a jerk to almost everyone I guess. But I've been a bastard the most...to you," he said, smirking. Sadistic son-of-a-

"Would you stop that?!" I suddenly yelled at the mustache dude. He kept playing, however. So I got up from my chair and took his violin's bow before throwing it far, far away.

Unfortunately for the couple who sits at the far, far away place, the bow landed in their soup.

"You're a bastard Alexander!"

Every eyes in the restaurant was looking towards me. I know they know who I was with, and I know that was probably the most ill decision I had ever made tonight.

"You brought me out here, on your so called 'date' crap, and have been doing nothing but insult me and test my patience all night!"

"You have patience?"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT THE EFFING HELL UP!" I yelled. And a few nanoseconds later, my eyes were blinded by flashes. Of what, I don't care.

"I have done nothing wrong to you!" I continued. "Why do you hate me so much?!"

I hate him. I hate any people who is too judgemental, and for someone to hate me is just an awful feeling to bear! His Royal Highness was awfully silent, but he was staring at me sharply.

"Check, please."