“Seven minutes in hell?” I scoff, “That’s exactly what I’d expect from you, Princess Prude.”
I’m slammed back into the door as she shoves me, giving her the space she needs to turn around so we’re face to face… breasts to chest…
Shit, I haven’t thought this whole ‘turning around’ thing through.
“Why the fuck do you call me that?” she asks.
I still can’t see shit, but I can feel her breath on my face, she’s shorter than me, so I know she’s probably having to crane her neck to direct her words to my face. I’m also very aware that I’ve never been this close to her before.
“What?” I ask.
“That stupid nickname. Why do you call me that?”
“Oh really, you wanna go there?”
“Yeah, I wanna go there.”
“Alright, fine, because you’re a fucking princess for starters.”
She huffs and I can imagine the exact face she’s making.
“Okay, you’re going to need to explain that to me because I have no idea what that even means.”
“Look at you,” I say, “look at your perfect little self.”
“Perfect? What the fuck are you even talking about?”
“Come on, you live in your perfect little world, with your perfect little life, just being so fucking perfect all the time. Iknow you don’t live on campus with Donovan; it’s probably not up to your high standards of living or whatever, and it’s so obvious you think you’re too good for all of us. The way you stay long enough to study with Donovan but disappear as soon as you can, back to the rich side of town. You have no fucking clue what real life is like, just like a princess, hidden away in her tower.”
I stop to take a breath, wondering how she’ll react to my outburst, but she says nothing, her soft breaths are the only thing I can hear.
“And prude?” she eventually asks, “What about that part?”
“Maybe because of the way you’re playing my brother?”
“I’m not playing him,” she says.
“I don’t believe you. The way I see it, he dotes on you, and you give him nothing in return. I’ve never even seen you kiss him, and he told me you two have never fucked. So, what are you stringing him along for? Is he some story you tell your rich friends about back home, how you go slumming with some poor kid from the other side of town.”
“Fuck you!”
She shoves me back into the door again, this time pushing with her hands on my chest.
“Yeah? Well that’s the other side to the story I’ve heard. Tell me, does Donovan know about all the guys you’re apparently fucking on the weekends, while he’s here with us?”
“What exactly is it you’re accusing me of? Stringing along your brother as my boyfriend but refusing to have sex with him, then fucking other guys on the weekend behind his back. What would even be the point of that? Can you hear how ridiculous you sound?”
I can, now that I’ve said it, it does sound ridiculous.
“So what’s the truth?” I ask.
“The truth, Diablo, is that you don’t know shit about me, and you don’t know shit about my family. But I don’t care about that, you want to think of me as some rich snobby princess in her ivory tower, go ahead, I don’t care. But I will tell you this, Donovan is my best friend. We’re not together, not that it’s any of your business. And the only reason I’m even telling you that, is so you’ll leave us the fuck alone.”
“Excuse me? None of my business? That’s my brother you’re talking about—”
“Yeah, I was, and the stuff you just said about your brother, about me ‘slumming it with some poor kid’ was disgusting, and if I ever hear you talk about him like that again—”
“You’ll what?” I interrupt, leaning towards her.
