princess

"I'm sorry for ditching you at the mall the other week," she nodded to herself proudly. This was better than nothing. "My friends needed me."

"Believe me, I know I'm beautiful. Without makeup, I'm twice as attractive as any broad around here.. but why settle for twice when I can be ten times more?"

She saw how nervous the boy was, it was as though he was expecting an insulting response. Do I really seem that bad?

"What's your favourite? Mine's peonies," she grinned, hoping that with her encouragement Nyle will relax and open up more.

"You've only ever seen me with it on, how would you know?"

As they sat in silence waiting for the signal to go, India decided to put the time to good use. She grabbed a lipstick from her purse and applied another coat, smirking at her reflection in the rear view mirror as she did so.

India had never been known for her intelligence. She could give an hour-long presentation on the difference between open-toe pumps and round-toe pumps, but anything actually academic was a whole different story. Especially algebra. The only reason she wasn't flat out failing the class was because she made a deal with the teacher. An hour or so of extra tutoring a week and he would 'forget' that she got an F on her test.

Who did this girl think she was? Yes, she was her newly appointed tutor, but that was no excuse for her to be acting so high and mighty. 

India sat down in a chair opposite to Cherry, smiling arrogantly. She placed her equipment (pen, pencil, ruler, sharpener, calculator, etc) one by one on the desk, taking as long as she possibly could in an attempt to annoy the girl even more. 

"Uh, okay," he said, climbing in. Oh, if his friends could see him…He’d never hear the end of it, that’s for sure.

Nyle had no idea how he’d ended up as a groomsman at the same wedding in which India had ended up a bridesmaid (probably because it was held in his garden). He also had no idea how he had gotten out of kissing her when the rest of the groomsmen and bridesmaids had kissed for the fun of it.

All he knew is how radiant she’d looked in her dress. Now, as they sat upstairs after being kicked out of the after party once the adults started drinking, all he knew is that she looked even better than earlier. A simple kind of pretty. She’d taken off most of her makeup and dress. India currently had on a pair of skinny jeans and a sweater his mum had scrounged up (The sweater was his. The skinny jeans he had no idea about.)

Once upstairs, in his own outfit of sweats and a sweater, he had sat on the floor, and India had in front of him, putting her legs partially over his.

Currently, after asking him multiple questions, India looked him in the eyes. “You still owe me a kiss, y’know?”

The question caught him off guard. A soft pink dusted his cheeks. “Do I really hav-” She cut him off with a nod.

Nyle sighed, putting his arms around India and pulling her forward to kiss her softly. “There.”