Real identity

I don't want to be alone and yet I have to be alone, just because I am a Transparent Girl.

Flashback#

"Hey, pass me the ball!"

"Alright! Here's the ball!"

Laughers and giggles filled the whole place.

I stood there waiting for someone to pass it to me. It was supposed to be a game of passing, passing the ball from one person to another. And yet, there I stood, waiting for someone to pass the ball to me.

"Can I have the ball, please," I asked politely.

They stared at me as though I had just said something shocking.

"I just wanted to play with everyone, can't I" I added on.

Still, everyone stared at me with bulging eyes. Why? Why do they treat me like that?

"Because you're a monster!" one of the children screamed and ran away, hiding behind his friends.

I am a monster?

"Summer, what have you done?! Have you threatened them with your fangs again! I have no choice but to kick you out of this school right now! Come with me!" the teacher dragged me out of the classroom.

I threatened them with my fangs? I am pretty sure I had been polishing them everyday to make sure they didn't grow out.

So why did they still so afraid of me?

Why can't I be friends with them?

And that's why I decided to just stay normal as a Transparent Girl. It is better this way. No one will realize who I really am and I don't have to undergo such torture again.

I just wished for my life as a vampire to end off sooner.

I am a real living vampire.

Flashback end#

I woke up in a jolt with cold sweats dripping down, drenching my pillow. I looked at my surroundings, right I am still in my room with Dylan by my side biting on to his soft toy, deep in sleep. It would have been great to be able to stay young and innocent forever.

Could I still be the innocent and happy girl I am in the past?

Erm... Maybe...

Could I still be able to make new friends?

I hesitated and replied myself in a deep sigh.

No, except one.

One untrue friend who will walk away from me if he knows my real identity. Well, that's what I think I am going to expect from someone like Ryan. He will probably announce to the whole world that I am a vampire and the scientists will come looking after me, trying to do some weird experiments on me.

That's what happens to my twin brother.

He died pitifully under the filthy hands of the scientists.

Ryan, would you stay by my side?

Would you?

Marry or not 3

I hopped out of the car with Dylan in my arms.

"Really thanks a lot for the trip," I said.

"What for, we are going to be a married couple tomorrow," he reminded.

Yeah right, I am going to be a wife in less than an hour's time. Much more, the wife of the most wanted guy. Should I feel happy.

Yes, I should and I am right now. At least, I don't have to worry about not having enough money in the future. I can get a job.

I can't ask for anything more.

Ryan is just a sweet person. He knows that I will reject his offers if he were to give me a lifetime worth of money and such.

"No matter what, I really thank you for your hard work," I said.

"You too. Don't tire yourself up. Doll yourself nicely tomorrow!" he chuckled.

"Yeah, I would. Be shocked to see the new Hollywood hot actress in front of your tomorrow," I giggled.

He nodded and grinned before driving off.

I watched his car left the until it was out of vicinity. I sighed and looked up, staring at the navy blue sky.

Am I really prepared for tomorrow?

Marry or not 2

"Ah... I am so tired..." Ryan literally slumped against a tree, sitting leaning against the trunk. I found myself a comfortable seat and sat down next to him with little Dylan in my arms, sleeping.

"Right..." I yawned.

"Want me to take you back home now?" he asked.

"After you explain to me about everything," I chuckled. That's the main reason why he is here, isn't it?

"Right, I think I should really explain to you," he said. "Well, its just that my parents are forcing me into an arranged wedding with Amanda from our school."

"Yeah, so why? Is she not beautiful?" I asked.

"No, she is beautiful. But I can't accept her," he struggled.

"Why can't you? I thought guys like beautiful ladies, unlike me," I said coolly.

"Says who that you're not beautiful. Haven't you seen the guys in our school oogling at you? They had already had a nickname for you," he said, resting his head against the trunk.

His neck looks tasty.

Should I try to take a small bite?

"They call you the Ice Princess," he continued.

Thanks god that he said something to distract me away from his edible-looking neck.

"Really, then I should have really look beautiful to them," I chuckled.

"And scary too! Ice Princess are meant to look cold, unapproachable, unfriendly and yet strikingly beautiful," he said, his face is close to mine again.

"Really? Well, I heard that there also this nickname going around the school about you crowed by them as the Ice Prince," I laughed.

"Ice Prince? We should have looked like a couple to them," he grinned.

I blushed immediately. This is the first time I am talking to someone unrelated to me for so long and also a talk about gossips.

Is school life always this fun?

Is this what that is lacked in my life?

Why haven't I noticed it earlier? Why haven't I made some friends even sooner?

I am so stupid.

"What're you talking about? This is only the first day of school!" I shot back.

"Yep, and this is the first day we met and yet you are blushing so hard already. Hang on, the part where we kissed twice today is even harder to believe. You know, I haven't kissed someone before you," he grinned.

"What?!"

Are you seriously kidding  me?

And here I thought he is some playboy!

"What what? Is it that hard to believe?" he whined. "Do I look like some playboy to you?"

"Absolutely," I smirked.

"You're blushing," he said, poking my cheeks.

"I'm not. And you can't possibly see if it is red in the dark," I argued.

"Well, I can feel it. Can't you feel the sparks on electricity running down your spine each time I touched you?" he asked, looking at me.

Those sapphire eyes.

Don't look at me with those sapphire eyes. They will let all my secrets out.

"Alright, I shall not bug you on it and continue with my story. Now, no more interruption okay?" he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Aye aye, captain!" I answered it to the tune of Spongebob Squarepants.

He chuckled a little.

"Where did I stop? Oh right. And I don't wanna get engaged to her. I don't like her. I don't want her to be tied down with someone like me. She doesn't deserve me. So, I argued with my parents and-"

"Stop!"

"What? Didn't I said no interruption?"

"No, I just want to make clear something. So, you are just trying to be the saint here?"

"Something like that."

"And where do I come in?"

"I am just about to get to that part," he said. "No more interruption this time. Erm... See! Its your fault for making me not know where I stopped at! Oh, I remembered it now."

He cleared his throat and continued his story.

"So, I argued with my parents and they said that if I could find myself a girl that I like and who likes me back, they will gladly refuse this proposal with Amanda's parents and let me marry the girl I love. But the time they gave me to find my partner is only a month, starting from the last last last week. So, theoretically speaking, I only have four more days to Friday, the dateline. And I became anxious-"

"And you came looking for me," I cut in.

"Yup, I came looking for you because you are one of those minorities wearing the grey uniform. And I thought that you might be willing to marry me for money. Turns out that you aren't that type of person. So, I got slapped..."

"I know the rest of the story." I placed a hand in front of his mouth.

"Right!" he smiled.

"And your point here is?"

He gave me a smile.

"I was just wondering if you could help me out, as a friend. Like just marry me to trick my parents into believing that we really love each other so that I can be saved from the arranged marriage," he said. "I promised I will divorce with you in a month afterwards. If you want something to prove this, I could ask my family's lawyer to type out a document stating that you are allowed to leave the household after a month," he put his hands up in surrender.

"And what is the deal?" I asked.

"Deal?"

"Yeah, deal. You know, you can't just ask me to help you do something that is really wrong right?" I asked.

"Oh right. What about you and your brother coming to live in my house for the entire month? I know that your sister and her husband is going to be out of town until the next month. Your brother's school fees and all your meals and everything will be prepared for you. You don't have to work part time after school for a month and afterwards, I will ask my manager to help you arrange another part time job in my company," he said.

"Great deal!" I said without hesitation.

Who would turn down such a great deal?

"Really?" he asked.

"Of course. And it is just going to be a month," I smirked.

"Well, thank you, my wife," he said, kissing me on my hand.

"Shall we get going now?" he asked, carrying Dylan off me and standing out, heading to where his car is.

This is going to be a great month!

A prince in dream

Now, let me address this issue properly.

Number 1: I am in the garden plucking out the weeds as a punishment.

Number 2: For some reason, a sweet guy came in with my brother in hand.

Number 3: That sweet guy kissed me.

Number 4: That sweet guy is none other than the famous billionaire Ryan Stevenson who just so also happens to the the number one most wanted guy according to all the magazines.

And I was captivated by his kiss, his sweet scent.

Well, where should I began describing from? Right, the setting of the scene.

The garden was beautiful, I should say. It was like a magical fairytale garden that all girls would want to live in or have in their future home. The fences are pure white and the flowers blooms even at night. It was a full moon, a beautiful setting where you would expect a werewolf come howling at you.

Well, that was what I thought about it.

And I should move on to talk about the kiss. Right, the AWESOME kiss.

When he pulled apart from the gentle and romantic kiss, I almost felt like pulling him closer to me and kiss me again. But he would think of me as a complete weirdo or some psycho. So, in the end, I chose to resist the temptation and breath in gulps of fresh air.

"Haven't kiss someone so passionately before?" he chuckled as I clutched the pieces of fabric covering my chest and engulfed in deep breaths of air.

The kissing part was good but the aftermath was not. I was suffering from extreme lack of oxygen.

"You're the first I ever kissed," I admitted.

Well, you can't expect more from a Transparent Girl right? In fact, being able to kiss someone at 16 is already a miracle.

"Really? That's hard to believe. Should've told  me earlier. Then I would have made that kiss even better and sweeter," he licked his lips seductively.

Am I just dreaming or is he just downright sexy?

Either ways, I just feel like stripping off his clothes now.

I am really a psycho.

"What're you here for?" I asked, resuming to what I had been doing all the while earlier.

"To bring your little brother to you? You said that you are worried about him," he smiled, standing close to me.

"Apart from that, I mean. You aren't the type of person who would just come to bring my brother to me and end the story like that," I said, wiping off the sweat on my forehead with the back of my hand.

"And you know exactly why I am here for. I told you this morning right?" he replied, squatting next to me and plucking out the weeds in the garden. "Ouch!"

"Hey! What're you doing?" I took his hands and saw the blood oozing out from his delicate hands profusingly. Such delicate hands are just not meant to do such things.

"Helping you of course," he pulled away from me and continued to pluck out weeds.

"But your bodyguards..." I said.

"They aren't here. I told them not to follow me," he said while plucking out the weeds. "Ah... There's still so much left. When will we be finished with this?" he asked.

I smiled.

Where on Earth can I find a guy as sweet as him?

"Sum-mer, I want to help too!" Dylan waddled towards me.

"Alright, alright! Haha! You'll help too!"

And where on Earth can I find a little brother as sweet as Dylan?

Don't we look like a happy family?

"Ka-cha!"

I thought I heard the clicking sound of a camera and turned behind to look.

Strangely, no one was there.

"What's wrong?" Ryan asked.

"Nothing. Maybe I was hearing things," I chuckled awkwardly.

If only I had went forth to check things out.

After school

"Hey," I turned back when I heard someone calling.

I was busy pulling out the weeds in the garden. It's already eight and I am still on this even though two hours had passed.

"Yes?" I replied.

I was stunned when I saw who is here.

"Sum-mer!"

There is only one person who I know who will call my name with much difficulty.

And that's my little three-year-old brother.

I swoop him off the ground into a tight embrace and kissed his cheeks.

"Dylan! Why are you here?" I asked.

"That brother over there brought me here. He said that you are still in school," he pointed to Ryan.

Ryan waved at me a little and I smiled back. He is really a thoughtful and sweet one guy.

"Well, I see. But the next time someone says that they are bringing you somewhere to meet me or Kaithlynn, you cannot follow them alright? You can only follow me, Kaithlynn, your teachers and Michael, alright?" I said. Michael is sister's husband.

"Then what about that big brother over there?" he pouted, pushing himself and jumping down to the ground, hugging Ryan's leg.

"Well, I guess you can. Ryan's not a big bully. He is a nice guy," I said, blushing a little at what I just said.

"Sum-mer, your cheeks are red. Do you like big brother too? Because Kaithlynn says that when you see someone's face is red, it means she likes someone."

What the hell is Kaithlynn teaching Dylan!

"Look Dylan, dont listen to what Kaithlynn says-"

But I was cut off by something.

Something soft and sweet was on my lips, massaging it. It felt good to the point that I was almost addicted to the feeling. Then, something wet wetted my lips, poking at it gently asking for entrance. I gladly opened it and it slid it immediately and massaged my tongue.

Is there even such a massage?

Curiously, I opened my eyes a little to apprehend the things in front of me.

What I saw was a pair of closed eyes so close to me as if someone is going to or is kissing me.

Kiss.

Kiss..

Kiss...

What the hell am I thinking about?

To my mum in heaven,

I am sorry but I had actually kissed the same guy twice in a day and I actually thought that he felt sweet and tasty.

Am I a psycho?

Becoming best friends ever

I breathed in a deep breath before opening the door the our homeroom.

"Relax, nothing is going to happen. I can just use my authority to scare the hell them off," he patted my shoulder.

"Thanks very much," I said sarcastically.

I placed my hand on the door knob and turned the knob slowly.

Relax, everything is going to be alright. The teacher is not gong to notice a Transparent Girl.

I opened the door finally and dashed to a nearest empty table, hoping that the teacher did not notice me.

"Well well, I suppose the two up there are Summer Carlson and Sir Stevenson," the lecturer down at the stage said,

Oh right, I forgotten to say that this school is for the rich and a classroom just meant a luxuriously decorated lecture theatre. Everyone got to wear uniforms.

There are three types of uniform, the white, blue and grey, according to their society status.

Normally, only one person in each year is given the white uniform but this time, there are five.

Me? I just so happen to be the minorities wearing the grey one.

Right, because I came in with a scholarship.

"Miss Summer Carlson, care to explain why are you late?" the lecturer asked, pushing up her spectacles.

She can see me?

"Want me to excuse you from this? I can do that," Ryan whispered into my ear.

"I don't think I need that. I will just accept whatever punishment she has for me," I moved away from him. We were seated at the last row of the small lecture theatre.

"Well, Miss Carlson," she said.

I swear I saw a hint of sarcasm and anger in her eyes.

"I have no excuse," I said bluntly.

"Wow!!!" the guys in our class clapped and whistled for me.

"Aren't you brave?" a guy sitting next to me, lifted my chin up while he inched his head forward.

"Let go off me!" I exclaimed.

You serious? Doing such a thing in school, during lesson time, with a teacher in front who doesn't seem to care a thing about that.

"Why? Don't you enjoy doing this? A grey uniform? You must have gone fucking with that Stevenson there for money right? I can give them to you too. How much you needed? And I will gladly give you double and make you feel even better than that Stevenson," he sniggered. His face was dangerously close to mine.

Please, don't let him kiss me.

Please, someone just save me.

"That's enough for now, Parkers," Ryan covered my mouth with his hand.

"Mr. Parker. Can I continue what I am going to say?" the lecturer asked.

"Go ahead. I am done here," he answered.

He was wearing a white uniform, like Ryan. Another super rich guy.

"Right, Miss Carlson, you are going to serve detention after school standing in the sun and pulling out weeds in the garden. You may leave the school when you are done," she smirked.

Is this how the system works in this school? The rich can do whatever they wanted and escape from punishment?

"I get it," I said dully.

"Hey you sure? The garden is really big," Ryan nudged me.

"But what can I say? Even if I have to stay until morning, I still have to get it done," I said. "But, I am more worried about my little brother. There is no one at home to help me look after him. Sis is put of town," I said.

"What about your parents?"

I froze a little.

"My parents.... They died a few years ago," I stuttered.

"I'm sorry, I didnt mean anything," Ryan apologized.

"Nah... That's something long ago," I put up a brave front even though it was clear that I am broken from the inside. Mum and dad died when I was only ten.

"I see," he said.

An awkward silence soon dawned between the both of us.

I give you only a minute

"You said it, only a minute," I said. "When a minute is up, I will just turn my ass and walk off."

"Fine, ten minutes then." he chuckled.

And I laughed along with him.

"Ringggggggggg!"

Great the school bell just rang. And the both of us are late on the first day of school.

"Seems like we have to wait until we serve our punishment before we can have a serious talk," he said.

"And what if I don't want a serious talk?" I chuckled.

"I guess I shall force you to listen to me? Like half kissing you and half explaining to you? I know you love me kissing you," he said jokingly.

For some reason, I was able to talk to him really fine and easy.

"Really? I thought you had bad breath. Oh god, now my mouth seems to stink a little," I breath into my cupped hands and sniffed it.

He laughed.

"Really? Then I shall kiss you more to make your bad breath go away," he looked at me with perverted eyes.

"What's with that logic?" I chuckled.

He suddenly held me tight to him and I chuckled again.

"What's with you suddenly?" I asked.

"What's with me? I am just going to run to our home rooms and prepare to get scolded by our teacher," he said.

I rolled my eyes at the thought of it.

"How many minutes late are we now?"

"You really like to talk about time. We're around ten minutes late," he bumped his head gently onto mine, rubbing our nose together.

"Ten minutes? Sounds like something else," I chuckled.

"Enough of talk now. My princess, which class are you in?" he asked, holding up my hands to his lips for a gentleman's kiss.

"1-1," I answered.

"Wow, some class as me," he said.

"Really, then shall we hurry up now? We are fifteen minutes late already," I said, pulling him on his wrist and draggin him along with me.

Marry or not

What the hell is wrong with the high school I am in right now?

Am I hearing things?

Did I just heard that the famous and most wanted guy on Earth is now proposing to me?

"Don't be weird! How could we get married on the first day we met and.. And we are in high school! Are you out of your mind," I asked.

"You don't like me?" he asked.

"I like you! I mean as a friend yes, as a lover, no no! I had not like a guy in my entire life so how am I going to like you and even.... Marry you?" I shot back, facing a stunned face.

"I thought you might like me. Guessed I should find another girl," he smiled.

What does he mean?

One moment, he is proposing to me and the other, he is saying that he is going to give up on me and find another girl to marry to? Is he that desperate?

"Hang on," he stopped in his steps.

"What? I have nothing to do with you now," he scowled.

" Care to explain everything to me? Care to explain why you want to marry me?" I asked.

"Is there even a need to explain? I just wanted to make you mine, that's all," he said. "I love you."

This guy could just say it to any one?

"Tell me the real reason and I would think about your proposal," I said.

"I don't think I need to waste my time telling you why I want to marry you when you should be the one begging me to marry you. Aren't you poor? Don't you need money? If you are going to marry me, I could give you everything!" he said.

Screw that bastard. Did he just said that I am poor?

Little did I had the time to comprehend what I just did.

I looked at him, face stunned, hand holding on to his left cheek.

Great job, I just placed my life on the string. I had just slapped the world's richest man's son's face.

And now, the bodyguards pulled me away from him, handcuffing me.

"Young master, are you alright?" his butler asked.

I had expected him to take the opportunity to slap me.

But instead, he pushed the bodyguards holding on to me and removed the handcuffs on my wrists.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He pulled me into a tight embrace, head colliding into his hard chest.

"Don't you dare touch my toy," he growled.

The guards immediately backed down and obeyed his commands.

A t.. Toy? Am I just a toy to him?

And I thought he is one great guy.

"And don't you dare touch me either!" I snarled at him, glaring at him with a look of disgust.

"Summer," he said, calling me back.

Dont look back.

"Summer, listen to me," he said.

"You are just a guy I met ten minutes ago. I have a right to ignore you since I don't know you!"

Great, I just turned back to look at him.

"Hey Summer, I know I am a jerk to just say marry me or something, but I really like you. And I really need you to marry me. Could you give me a minute after school or during your lunch break to talk about this? Just at least hear me out and give a second thought to my proposal," he said, pulling me on my wrist.

God, this is way too dramatic.

And I thought I could get away from everything since I am a Transparent Girl.

And yet, I got dragged into a marry-or-not situation with the world's richest boy and he just told me I am beautiful.

Are you fucking hell serious?!

An awkward position

... Rumored to be a damn hot and sexy person. And yes, this guy in front of me is downright hot and sexy and cute and whatever, but to think that Ryan Stevenson would come to a local high school is just too absurd. I had heard from sis that he is supposed to go to London for high school so there is no way he would be here.

"Don't believe me?" he said.

"Of course!" I answered.

Is there even a need to ask? Isn't it obvious that I am not going to believed a word that he says?

"Young master, your class is about to start, please allow us to escort you to your classroom," a group of people suddenly appeared from behind us.

When are they here?

"They have been following us since then, if that's what you are thinking about," he said.

I have him a shocked look. He is mind-reading me?

"And I'd you think that I am mind-reading you, you are just thinking too much!" he chuckled.

He definitely is mind-reading me!

"Come on, Summer. We got to hurry up to our home room for lessons. It's about time," he said pulling me on my wrist again.

"I can.. I can walk on my own," I stuttered.

"Aren't you blushing right now? You look so cute when you blush," he commented.

Did he just said that I looked cute?

That is the first time I heard someone complimenting on my looks. And to think that it comes from someone like him... It got to be true right?

I blushed even deeper when his face inched down to look at me, stopping in his step as a result.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"What am I doing? What does it seems like to you?" he asked, face inching more towards me.

He stops until our face is only an inch apart. "You are beautiful."

That was the last thing that I heard before I felt a tingling feeling on my lips.

My brain just cannot comprehend this.

My first kiss is stolen away by someone of such a high status, someone who is wanted by all the females in the world, someone who is just too beautiful to be real.

"I love you, Summer. Can you marry me?"

I got to be hearing things.

What the hell is wrong with my first day in high school?!

Notice me

I was never a girl who anyone's notices me, a completely dull looking face and plain character. I w non-existence to my classmates as though I am a transparent person, living in a world filled with people who I can see but can't see me. Think of me as a leaf, lying on the ground. It would have been a lot happier if I am a tree, at least people would notice me but a life being a leaf is too pathetic.

I used to have my long black hair up into two plaits in which schools always say and think of it as the style in which the role model should have. That's why I purposely had them tied up like that, so that the principle and the teachers would notice me, but none did.

So, with a hairstyle I had not tried before, I entered high school, not hoping for anything and for anyone to notice me because I have already resigned myself to a transparents person. I no longer wear the spectacles that I used to wear, instead I wore contacts. I cut my skirt short because I like it and now, I am finally living my life not under the shadows of the others but as a person and life that I like.

That is the me right now, Summer Miranda Carlson.

"Hey, who's that?" I heard people talking.

I knew that they were not talking to me so I continued walking.

"not sure, but she looks damn hot! Which class do yo think she is in?" a guy asked.

"Trying to hit on her? She's mine, mind you," another guy answered.

So, there are hot babes in this school too.

Never did I know that they were referring to me.

"Look at those long sleek black hair and brown hair. She looks a bit like Asian." a guy said.

An Asian girl? Someone from this school is also an Asian girl like me?

Lost in my thoughts, I accidentally bumped into someone.

"Sorry, are you alright?" I asked, looking up just to meet a muscular chest. I looked up further to meet a pair of blue eyes and black hair.

"I guess I'm alright," he answered with a smile.

Am I just imagining? Or is it that I really saw a prince in front of me?

He is really cute.

"Are you alright? You seemed to be spacing out," he asked me.

He is worried about me, a nobody?

"I am alright! See!" I hit my forehead just to feel a stingy pain.

"See? That's what happens when you bump your head into a basketball," he chuckled.

I smiled awkwardly. He seems like a really nice person and is really...

Hot!

"Come, let's bring you to the infirmary," he pulled me on my hand and ran towards the infirmary like a little kid.

He knows his way in this school? That means he is a senior.

"Ah!" he suddenly spoke.

"What?" I asked when he stopped round the corner.

"I lost my way. This is my first day in school," he answered.

"What?!"

"What what? It is pretty easy to digest that right? I am a new student here, so I don't know my way in the school. Do you know?"

"Of course I don't! I am a first year too!" I answered.

Right, this guy is not cute. He is a blockhead.

"That's great. Then we can get lost together."

And he still dared to smile.

I swear to tear off those smiles off his face.

"What's your name?" he asked.

For some reason, the anger inside me subsidized.

"Summer, Summer Carlson," I answered.

"Ryan stevenson," he said his name.

"Ryan Stevenson? That's cool having the same name as the child of our prime minister and also the heir to the Royal organization," I laughed.

"Is that really funny?" he asked.

"Yup! You know how much I abhors that person? He has all the light shining on him like no one else business and yet he doesnt care. He didn't know how much I yearned for that kind of light. I.."

"That's me, I am the Ryan Stevenson you are talking about," he answered flatly.

He is Ryan Stevenson? Yeah, I know that the Ryan Stevenson on TV is rumored to be a damn

Worst day ever

Today is gather worst day ever.... Just finished English essay writing and right now there is still a chinese speeding and wushu to worry about.... Worst still, I haven't study and practice and they are all counted into test results! Oh god...

Chinese sucks... I can speak but not write.

Wushu is complicating. What you thought you have learnt today, you will forget tomorrow

Today is a long day

Pictures of story chapter 1

What I thought the school should look like... Though it still seemed a bit weird....

Can't really find suitable guys and girls for the characters so, I will leave it up for you guys to imagine until I found suitable ones!

A day with Prince Tyrant

prologue

Standing out is what I, Summer Miranda Taylor, hates. In biology, it is said that every human is born equally, hence there is no such things as outstanding and out shining every one else. A runner with no legs, an archerer who is blind, a table tennis player with one hand, yes, they are good but you can't say that the neglected ones are not special. 

To me, everyone is special.

To me, no one is supposed to be in the centre of attention.

That's why I hate Ryan Stevenson.

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Chapter 1

"isn't that Ryan Stevenson?" 

"Ryan Stevenson, where?"

"there! Can't you see it? He is just over there!" 

"who? Where are you pointing to?"

"obviously to the one who has just stepped out of his Lamborghini!"

"that's him? He is so freaking tall!"

Ryan Stevenson stepped out of his car when his fan girls started screaming out his name. He is popular enough to make it to the top most wanted bachelor last year and this year, on account that he joined the entertainment industry, he had just made the whole worlds' girls go crazy over him.

Except for one.

"KYAAAAA!!! He is looking at my direction!" 

"I know how it feels, it just seems so surreal..."

Just by looking at him, one of his fan girls had almost fainted. 

Just what is so good about him? Apart from his really awesome and muscular and ... Ahem, torso, there is really nothing else that's good about him.

He seemed to be scanning around the surrounding looking for something. Then, he locked his eyes on me.

He sent me the smirk and could sent millions of girls to hospital for excessive loss of blood. Lucky enough, I am Summer Taylor.

He walked towards me, dragging me away from the paparazzi and everyone else.

That's why I said that I hate him. He attracts too much attention.

"what are you doing? Where are you bringing me to?" I tried to shove is hands off me.

He ignored me and continued pulling me behind him as he dragged me to school and strode through the corridors.

I couldn't help but admire how hot he looks in his tight-fit shirt and how his muscles moves as he ran. His longs legs, his sexy ass, his broad shoulders, his warm hands, his blue eyes, his kissable lips...

They are just too much for me to handle that I thought I would break and turn into jelly right now. Too bad that I couldn't.

Suddenly, he pulled me to a corner and pinned me against the wall. I knew just where this place is. Our classroom.

He leered near against me, eyeing at me with his amazing blue eyes, as if they could shoot blue laser into my green ones. His lips are just a centimeter away from me. Just what is about this guy that makes me blush so deeply and my heart to start racing at a dangerously  high speed.

"to a place that belongs truly to me and you. A place out of sight by everyone else in the world," he finally answered my question and smashed his lips on mine in a passionate kiss.

He finally pulled off when the both of us were out of breath.

"good morning, my girlfriend," he greeted me.

I blushed again.

Right, I hate this guy and yet I love him. He is just so sweet.

"good morning, prince tyrant," I answered, greeting him with the nickname I had given him.

He chuckled, dimples forming on his cheeks, eyes forming a straight line,  brown hair flowing to the rhythm of the breeze.

Just how the hell did I get such a wholesome great boyfriend? 

Summer Miranda Taylor dares to swear that right now, all the girls in the whole world is jealous and wanted to be in this position with Ryan Luke Stevenson, having kissed by him almost every morning and to be able to admire how hot his chest look without clothes on.

I am just too ironical.

.

"where do you want to go now, princess summer?" he said in a hot British accent. Did I ever mention before how seductive his british accent sounds like? Well, although it was fake out, but it seems so real and hot.

I blushed a little at out close proximity. He was really tall, towering me completely, making me feel like a midget getting close to a giant. A hot and sexy giant, that is.

"erm, sit down in our classroom until school starts?" I asked. "I haven't completed my homework," I explained. 

He gave me a shocking face as though he was rally shocked by this fact.

"yes, I am stating the truth. I haven't completed my homework," I said in a monotonous voice  and sent him chuckling softly again.

Then, he looked at me again with those soft eyes before kissing me again, this time, not tongues involved, just a sweet and light kiss.

"I havent too," he said in a serious tone.

"huh? Why am I not surprised by that fact?" I teased. 

He smiled and started tickling me at my sides.

"stop it, Ryan! School is starting and we cant afford being seen by the others," I tried to escape away from him.

He stopped immediately in his steps. "why do you not like the idea of making our relationship go public?"

He took a large step and successfully trapped me in between his arms and the wall again.

"because I... I..." I stuttered, trying to evade his eyes. It's the look in his eyes that I knew I would lose to.

"look at me," he demanded, lifting my head lightly but I refused to. "look at me," he said again. I refused to even though it's a sin to disobey Prince Tyrant's command.

He lifted my chin and kissed me urgently. I struggled free but to no avail. I should have known better than to waste my energy trying on something unfruitful. In the end, I surrendered to his kiss and went forward to kiss him back, twice as hard as he did, eliciting a sexy groan from the back of his throat. He pinned me harder on the wall, burrowing his head into my neck, nibbling the smooth skin his wet tongue had touched. His hands had trailed far above where it should have been, lifting up my skirt in the process. Well, for obvious reasons, I am glad that I had chose a black lacy pair of undergarments today.

"Ryan... Ryan!" I screamed out his name when I felt his finger touching my sensitive area. Even with a fabric lining that separates us from direct contact, I could feel myself getting even more tensed up, getting even more wet than I thought i am ever capable of.

He stopped immediately, pulling out his hand from my skirt.

"sorry, I was a little carried away," he apologized.

He apologized? Does that mean he didn't want to do it to me in the first place? He doesn't like my reaction?

"you don't like it?" I muttered softly even though no none was there.

He turned to face me startled. His eyes widened and his hand moved forward to touch my face, wiping away a tear on it.

"I didn't mean that, honey. It's just that you seemed to be very uneasy about it," he explained, pulling me gently into a tight embrace.

"great action down there," a male student from came from the corner, holding up his camera. On its screen, there was the photo of us kissing. "Ryan Luke Stevenson and Summer Miranda Taylor"

Just how much drama could a usual high school morning contains?!

"And who are you, may I ask?" I could feel Ryan tensed up when the hand he was holding on to me clutched tighter and his jaw clenched. 

For whatever reason, the student dared to laugh at Ryan Stevenson, the world richest man.

"my name?" he asked and then turned back to look at Ryan. "right, how rude of me to not tell you my name first before hand," he stopped his arrogant laughter and answered his question. 

Ryan glared at him sternly.

"Vincent Parker," he answered, looking down on the ground, shuffling his feet. Then, he moved forward to look at me. Ryan wrapped a protective arm around my waist.

"hey there, don't be so protective. I am not that bad a person," he laughed.

Ryan showed no sign of retreat as he glared at him harder.

"well, maybe I am. I am so going to show this close up photo to the media and see their reaction. Ahhhh, everyone finally got to see who the mysterious girl who is dating Ryan is," he said. "ah, I'm so sorry. I should have said 'prince Stevenson'"

"don't you dare," Ryan growled.

"do you think I wouldn't?"

"how much?"

"don't think you could shut my mouth up with just some money," Vincent smirked.

"what's the deal then?"

Vincent turned his attention to me again.

"make her my bride," he smiled.

A cursed evil smile, that is.

Wedding dress Arc 1 Chapter 1

Well, I came up with another new story and I hope that you guys will like it! Thank you very much!

Arc 1 – Meeting after six years

Chapter 1 – He left me alone

My legs turned jelly the moment I saw the plane he was taking taking off for Britain. He did not even tell me that he was going there. He did not even wait for me to arrive at the airport.

“Mirabelle!” Angeline and George had finally caught up with me, just to see the pathetic side of me. Mirabelle crouched down to my side.

“He left me… He left me… I haven’t even got the chance to tell him that I love him!” I cried, disregarding the fact that I was actually crying in front of at least a million people in the airport and that people could just have taken a photo of me crying and make a great fuss over it. At least, Angeline and George were two kind souls to embraced me and cover me from the crowd gathered.

“hush, Mira. He’ll return. Trust him,” Angeline patted my back to cool me down. It reminded me how much she resembled my mother.

I sniffed back another cry and felt Angeline’s smooth hands wiping away the tears on my face. “Yea… He’ll return.”

“Now, if that jackass didn’t return within a good half a year, consider him dead.” George assured me. I nodded my head and chuckled softly, standing up from my original awkward position. A huge crowd had gathered around me, with cameras flicking non-stop and reporters shoving their mikes at me.

“Are you Mirabelle Carlson?”

“Could you please answer us?”

“Why are you crying?”

“Who is the ‘him’ that you have been referring to?”

“What is your relationship with ‘him’?”

“Did you get dumped by ‘him’?”

“Miss Carlson, could you please answer us?”

The paparazzi is making my brain go berserk and I was almost on my verge of exploding when George shoved me into the car and shut the car door close.

“She didn’t get dump by him!” he answered them on my behalf and get into the driver’s seat. He pulled over the handle with immense force and started the car.

“You didn’t have to say that you know, George,” I said, looking out from the car window.

“What? It is true that Ryan didn’t dump you. In fact, you guys are never in a relationship!” he answered.

I kept my mouth shut for a few seconds.

“Mirabelle?” Angeline turned behind to look at me.

“I’m fine. You’re right, George. Ryan and I were never in a relationship. So, I have no right to expect him to tell me everything,” I sniffed back another urge to cry.

“H-Hey, I’m just speaking without thinking, Mira,” he apologized.

“It’s alright, George. I’m just… I’m just envious of how you and Angeline can be together. It must have felt good,” I plastered a smile on my face. I could feel Angeline’s concerned eyes staring at me for a good long time but I decided to look away, ignoring her.

Just how far away is Britain from the US? I wish I could reach there now.

To think that I’ve actually stayed up late for his phone calls for several nights is crazy. That guy had not called back.

He is an idiot. Leaving me here without telling me when he would come back.

Maybe I am the idiot to have waited for him for half a year.

But that’s all history now.

A time like this

I am not sure if that happens to a lot of you here, but for me, during times when I am sad, I would think of happy stuffs. Happy memories to be exact. And thats why I came up with so many stories. I remembered a time when I was in primary school, I met a boy, same age as me. I was primary three then. Our teacher had made a seating arrangement for the class such that every girl sits with a boy. She thought at this would make the class go quiet but it didn't work out as well as she thought. Well, that boy was tall for his age and Had pretty decent looks. He had jet black hair with a fringe long enough to cover his right eye. He had huge eyes and a pair of kissable lips. For that reason, I was stuck with him for a half a year, not talking. We were strangers then. It was only until the time when he borrowed my correction tape and broke it and wrote a letter to me, giving me a new correction tape and a set of name stickers then I really get to know him. He was a righteous boy. A good person. Since then on, I treasured those name stickers to the point that I went bonkers when I thought I lost them. I had insomnia for three days until my father found them under my bed and handed it to me. Finally, I could calm down and had a peaceful night that night. -to be continued-