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One Night with the Prince
By: T.M. Mendes
ISBN: 978-1-62761-999-8
© T.M. Mendes 2014
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Epilogue
Chapter one
Anna
My principal sat in front of me counting to ten and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to stay calm. I just stayed there picking at my nails, trying not to laugh at this whole situation. It’s really hard not to when the principal’s head is redder than a cherry blow pop.
“Miss Williams.” He started.
“Yes, Mr. Anderson?” I spoke like that dude from the matrix. I’m always poking fun at his last name; he counted to ten again slowly.
“Care to explain why there is a cow on the second floor?!” He boomed.
Huh, I guess counting doesn’t work after all. I gave him an innocent look.
“Why sir! I’m appalled to think that you think I had anything to do with that prank!” I said in false shock, and might I add it was awesome! He looked like he was going to have an aneurism!
“There’s a sign on each side, saying: Anna Rules!” He yelled. I couldn’t stop the slight chuckle that escaped. He looked ready to kill.
“Aw! C’mon, Mr. A! It was funny and you know it! Besides you’re lucky I decided against using an actual bull, so you’re welcome.” I shrug.
“Get out!” He screamed. I stood up and saluted him.
“Yes sir! How long this time Cherry?” I asked him. Hmmm, I like calling him that because it seems like any time I’m near him his head turns to that color.
“Two weeks.” He spit out.
I smiled at him widely, and sauntered out, but not before turning around and saying, “You might want to give that poor cow some hay.”
He looked ready to strangle me, so I booked it out of there, laughing. I saw Mrs. Henderson, the secretary of the office, on my way out. She chuckled at me.
“A cow Anna? Really?” She laughed, but kept it quiet as to not disturb the bear in his office. She was one of my favorite faculty members here. She was in her late fifties, and had a round face, but still as feisty as they come.
“Well, yeah! I couldn’t get a hold of an elephant on such a short notice.” I shrugged, joking. I grabbed my side bag from the chair, and headed out with a new kick in my step. I wanted to kill some time before 4th period was over so I can see my best friends Danny, who was my gay go to guy friend, and Missy who was shy, but was good for a lookout, and gave amazing pep talks.
Bathroom it is! Heading in there I fixed myself and combed through my soft colored red hair that goes down to my shoulder blades, and fixed a smudge under my hazel eyes. Today they’re greener in color, while other days, they could be a light brown.
“Dang, I got to get a tan.” I muttered to myself. I had pale white skin that Danny adored but I hated to no end. I did not want to look like some sparkly vampire thank you very much! The bell rang above me, and I walked outside my science class, waiting for my friends to come out for lunch. Danny was out first.
“Danny boy!” I yelled. He rolled his eyes at me, but smiled and picked me up, doing a spinning hug. I laughed as he put me down.
“I have to say Red, that cow thing turned out pretty genius.” He praised. We gave each other high fives, and just then Missy came out. I gave her a quick hug before we set off to leave.
“How’s your foot?” I asked, trying not to laugh. He huffed.
“That stupid cow! I know we blind folded it, but did it really have to step on me?” He complained, hobbling along. Missy and I laughed at him.
“Well, you shouldn’t have called her fat.” I shrugged; he gave me a flat look.
“She’s a cow. They’re supposed to be fat.” We all laughed as we saw animal control walk in. We all usually walk to my house after school. It takes about twenty minutes, and sucks if it’s raining.
We lived in northern Montana, and it was pretty here except for the dang snow in the winter. I hate the cold, but it was close to the end of the school year, and that means we’d all be adults living in the real world. I sighed as my sundress swished and my cowboy boots clacked against the sidewalk.
“What’s wrong Anna?” Missy asked. She never called me Red, for some reason. Maybe she thought it offends me? I looked into her pale blue eyes, as her long dark brown hair flew with the wind.
“We have three and a half months until we graduate! And I’m still not sure on what to do!” I complained while resting my head on Danny’s shoulder. He pats my cheek, and laughs.
“You could probably get in
to any college with your grades!” He smiled. I scrunched my nose.
“I don’t want to go to college! Hmmm, maybe I’ll travel the world?” I suggested. That sounded pretty cool. Danny laughed lightly and brushed the stray blonde hair out of his deep brown eyes.
“That sounds like you.” He nodded to himself. Missy agreed, and I finally knew what I want to do, that made me grin but then it faded.
“Crap!” I exclaimed. They looked at me.
“What?” Missy asked, as I put a hand to my forehead.
“You need money to travel. And I doubt my middle income mom would want to pitch in.” I sighed. Not that I’d ask her anyways, she works too hard as it is. There goes that plan.
“Why don’t you ask your dad?” Danny suggested. I punched him in the arm and he winced.
“No! You know I’m not speaking to him!” I huffed. Missy gave me a sympathetic look, while hugging me from the side.
“He would give you the money you need.” He went on.
“He left my mom and me for some home wrecking teenager.” I spat. He sighed. “She was not a teenager but I see your point.” And drops it.
I vowed not to talk to him again, and since he has made no attempt to contact me, I can only return the favor.
I hooked my arms on either side of my friends, and leave all that behind me.
“So, how long this time?” Missy asked.
“Two weeks.” I shrugged, laughing. Danny laughed too.
“Wow, he’s going soft!” He joked.
“Oh I know! I guess it’s better than the month long sentence he set for me.” I said with a smug smile. Danny started cracking up along with Missy.
“I totally forgot about that! Man that was good! I still, can’t believe you stole Anderson’s keys, locked yourself in his office, and sung Starstruck into his speaker system!” He smiled proudly at me. I shrugged.
“What can you do? I had that song stuck in my head, and had to get it out somehow!” I defended. Missy shook her head at me disapprovingly, but she was hiding a smile.
“And how was drawing mustaches and uni-brows on his family pictures part of getting a song out of your head?” She asked sarcastically. I gave her a sheepish smile.
“I was expressing my artistic side?” I offered. She shook her head, chuckling. After skipping to my house - yes skipping - while we sang ‘we’re off to see the wizard’, we got inside my empty one story house.
It was a soft yellow color with white trim, and a white picket fence. Cute right? I’d rather have a gothic style house, just so I can sit on the porch and screech at the kids walking by about how to stay off my lawn. That would be fun.
I walked into the kitchen with my friends in tow, and we snacked on some delicious cookies that would make you want to do a happy dance. So that’s what I did.
“Oh, no, she’s at it again.” Danny rolled his eyes at me, but joins me after a moment. I knew I was incredibly random, but that’s just who I was. I started doing the running man, and Danny was doing the robot. Missy’s laughed at us, but otherwise didn’t join since she’s the sensible one of the group.
“Can’t touch this sucka!” I yelled to no one in particular and did the hammer dance. What cookies do to me.
We didn’t have much time before both Danny and Missy had to go. I gave them hugs and once they left I drummed the counter in boredom, not knowing what to do.
This suspension is going to suck.
Chapter two
Anna
“Weeeee!” I yell as I spun on the computer chair. I was spinning so fast that I fell out with an ‘Oomph!’ and groaned into the cream colored carpet. Gravity is so mean, but man I’m so bored. Watching paint dry sounded exciting right now! I turned over to my giant stuffed penguin.
“Louis? Am I insane?” I asked seriously.
“Yes, yes, you are.” I sat up abruptly; looking shocked, and knelt down beside him.
“Louis? Did you just…talk to me?” Fear crept inside me. Holy crap! Am I really going insane?! Crap!
“No, honey, you’re still sane. Well maybe.” I felt someone’s lips at my ear. I shrieked and spun around to see my laughing mother. I glared at her for a moment before I started squealing and jumping in her arms.
“Mom!” I yelled happily. She chuckled and hugged me tightly back. I get a lot of my looks from her. I had her hair, and eyes. Heck, I was even short like her. I was 5’1 while she was 5’2. She was my rock in my life, especially when my dad left.
“Hey sweetie, I missed you too.” She said into my hair. I can only see her a few times a week if I’m lucky due to her job hours. She works at some company as an editor. It was a small one, but growing. She pulls back and looked into my eyes.
“Now, mind telling me why you were talking to your stuffed penguin at home, and not in school?” She said sternly. I gave a nervous chuckle and scratch the back of my neck.
“Err…” I started, looking down. I hear her sigh as I looked at the carpet in my room that was suddenly very interesting.
“What did you do this time Anna?” She sounds tired. I held my hands up in defense.
“It was just a harmless prank!” I try, but she just shook her head.
“How long?” She asked. I cringed.
“Two weeks?” I said with a timid smile. She groaned, and sits on my bed.
“I would ground you, but seeing as that you get suspended more times than you’re actually in school and somehow manage to keep straight A’s, I really don’t see the point.” She muttered before giving me an amused smile.
“What did you do?” She asked. I laughed. Ah, got to love my mom! She really doesn’t care too much about me getting suspended as long as I kept my grades up. I was lucky to be born with an awesome memory. Some say I should use it for good, but where’s the fun in that?!
Like what would you rather do? Work at a top of the line bank because you can remember a ridiculous amount of numbers or memorize the pin to Mr. Anderson’s lock to his condo, and egg his house? I thought so.
“I may or may not have put a cow on the second floor in school?” I grinned. My mom cracked up laughing, and slapped me on the back.
“Good, one! I heard it’s impossible to get them back down, because they can’t go back down stairs!” She giggled. I laughed with her.
“Yeah, you should have seen it! I put a sign on either side of old Bessie, saying, ‘Anna Rules!’ Ha! And then there was the fact that Mr. Anderson’s face was redder than a cherry blow pop!” I smirked. She shakes her head at me smiling.
“You’re going to send that man into an early grave.” She sighed, slightly amused. She didn’t like him either ever since that parent teacher conference, because he said she was failing as a parent. Yeah, that ended him with a slap to the face. I say I turned out awesome!
“You and I both know you wouldn’t mind that.” I rolled my eyes, and she tried to hide a smile. I laughed and pushed her sideways slightly, making her laugh. She patted my leg.
“C’mon, how about I make us some burgers?” She asked. My eyes light up at the thought of her mouthwatering burgers.
“I would say heck yeah!”
She chuckled at me and made her way to the kitchen. I sighed and fell back on my bed for a moment, before turning over to see Louis.
“You and I will chat later.” I said sternly as I made the ‘I’m watching you’ gesture with my hands. I skipped into the kitchen and sat on a bar stool, watching my mom cook. I already knew not to ask to help, because the last time I ‘helped’, well, let’s just say there’s a reason why we don’t have curtains on the windowsill anymore.
“So when do you have to work again?” I asked, rolling an apple in my hand, keeping them busy so I’m not tempted to ‘help’ her. She was chopping up onions to mix into the meat.
“Tomorrow.” She sighed and I pouted. I loved my mom to bits; she was the best mom I could ever ask for. She washed off her hands.
“I’m sorry Nala.” She gave me a sad smile. I grinned at th
e nickname she always used for me. My favorite movie of all time was The Lion King, and so my mom just started to call me Nala after the girl lion. I got up and gave her a hug with my head resting on her shoulder.
“It’s okay mom, I know you have to go. I’ll just have to have Louis keep me company.” I shrugged. She laughed and tapped me on the nose, making it scrunch up. She chuckled at my face and went back to cooking.
I rested my face on my hands on the counter, bored to near tears and it was only the first day. The doorbell rang and I all but sprinted to the door, ready for something somewhat exciting. My mom was laughing behind me as I threw open the door. I squealed and dragged my friends inside without as much as a hello.