She's Romeo Alright!

Chapter Thirteen

My heartbeat accelerated right when my eyes landed on something so radiantly beautiful one day after opening the door to my dorm room.

Right before me at the center of the room stood a blonde angel.

“Hey, beautiful.” I thought that I was just seeing things like my mind was playing with my head since I haven’t seen or even dated a girl for as long as I can remember.

So I immediately grasped her hand and kissed the back of it just to know that she was real.

“Uh…” She backed off, surprised I guess.

“I’m Brooke, and who might you be?” I introduced myself instead, not leaving my eyes on her amazingly gorgeous gray eyes which seemed so familiar.

She had a long shiny golden-colored hair with a black-laced ribbon on one side and she also had a black lacy dress on which reminds me of a gothic character in an anime like Misa in ‘DEATH NOTE’ maybe?

“I’m… uh… Prince’s sister… Princess” She looks so cute looking like a lost puppy, mumbling out her own name rather shyly.

“Wow, I didn’t know Prince had such a pretty sister! Shame that he didn’t introduce us as early as possible.” I started to flirt with her.

She, however was having a hard time looking into my eyes, she’d only make a few eye contacts for merely a second before staring back hard on the floor.

Oh, so she’s the shy type? I couldn’t help but grin at the thought.

“Anyway, I was just dropping by and wouldn’t stay long so…” She started to explain.

“Whoa. Not so fast, sweetie. I’d like to get to know you more… go out on a date with me sometime?” I started to fish my phone out of my pocket without breaking eye contact, ready to exchange numbers with her.

“Oh, I don’t think I could…”

“Why not?” Is she rejecting me already?!

“Because…” Perhaps she’s thinking of some reasons to excuse herself from me?

Last time I checked in front of the mirror, I still looked as good-looking as ever so I just don’t get where this is heading.

Just then the door banged open and I heard her say, “He’s my boyfriend.”

That’s when I felt like my heart just got hit by an arrow of heartbreak.

I looked over to the door where Jagger was standing dumbfounded as I grasped my aching chest.

Dramatic, I know… but why him of all people? When I’m also handsome and not emo-looking…

“What the?” was all Jagger had to say before Princess dragged him by the arm, away from me.

That just explains the matching black sense of clothing.