By the time I wake up from my nap, it's sunset already. I glance at the alarm clock on my bedside locker and see it's five minutes after eight. Damn, I really dozed the afternoon away. I'm glad though, I feel well rested.
My mind instantly goes back to this afternoon. I can't believe Roman gave me a ride home. Again. More shocking is how civil we're becoming with each other. I climb off my bed and walk towards my bathroom to wash my face and then proceed to brush my hair which never fails to look like a rat's nest after every time I nap or sleep.
My stomach grumbles in hunger, reminding me that I hadn't eaten anything since lunch at the school cafeteria. I decide to get something to eat but not before I send a text to Roman. I'm surprised I have no missed calls or texts from him, it's been nearly four hours since I promised to text him and he doesn't seem like a patient person, but I guess he must possess more self-control than I imagine. I proceed to text him.
Sexiest Man Alive: Am I permitted to speak now? Uh... What is he on about now? Me: What? Rather than reply by text, my phone starts ringing with an incoming call from Roman, or rather from "Sexiest Man Alive," Why I haven’t changed the ridiculous caller ID he saved his number with on my phone is a surprise. "Hey" I speak after answering the call, my voice sounds embarrassingly breathy that I have to clear my throat a few times. "I asked you if I finally have your permission to talk... The wait was agitating, Cookie" He groans as he says my name- ugh, I mean his nickname for me, what the hell is wrong with me? "What are you on, Roman? Since when did you need permission from me to yap about anything?" He laughs, "Since you told me to shut up, you know I like doing what you say, you can command me anytime. I like a girl who knows how to take the lead" I try to understand what he's saying
On Wednesday school ends and I get my wish, I don't see Roman the whole day. This is weird because I see him every day in school, either in class running the bottom of his pen over his lower lip, his full pink attractive lower lip- ugh focus Lindsey- or walking in the hallways surrounded by his basketball buddies and a few cheerleaders- of which Whitney is always among- or walking to his car with Robyn in the parking lot at the end of the school day. I always see him at least one or more of these times. Not seeing him at all today just reveals how in tune with his presence I'm becoming, how used to his smirks and grins I'm getting. It's hard to admit but I can't lie to myself, it's hard enough lying to Cassie and everyone else about how much Roman's presence appalls me when deep down I know it's turning into the opposite. I really have to get myself together before his arrival today, drooling or gazing at him lost or infatuated is not allowed, I warn my mind, already in an i
"Your room is... different from what I expected" he finally comments on it. "What? Is it not up to your standards, oh Your Highness Prince Roman" I counter mockingly. He chuckles, “Thanks but I’m not royalty, just wealthy" “I was being sarcastic. Prideful much?” I finish the rhetorical question with an eye roll whilst crossing my legs, trying to sit in a comfortable position. Getting comfortable on my bed has never been a challenge before so I'll blame Roman for this one. “It's just different, very pink" He widens his eyes as he says the color "pink" all the while taking a seat on my pink chair behind the matching pink desk. Okay so sue me, I like the color pink, so what? I squint my eyes at him, feeling judged "Don't tell me you're one of those guys that discriminate against the color pink?" "Nah, it's cool. You just don't give off that vibe" Is his explanation. "Really? And exactly how do you summarize that I don't give off that vibe?" I ask, making air quotes for the phrase “
"Uh, what? Wait, Why January 1st?" His confusion pleases me, he wasn't the only one allowed to be annoying and weird. "Because it's the first date of every new year, fascinating right?” I grin up at him. "Uh, no. I never took you to have such a weird side" He furrows his brows, trying to figure me out. Not happening, bro. I remain silent, having nothing to add to his comment on his new found discovery of my weird side. "Back to the point, that's not what my question meant. I asked about your ideal date, you know date like when you go out with a guy? I'm sure you're familiar with the term. Rixon Hills isn't that archaic" He leans forward to the chair to rest his arms on the matching pink desk. I can't lie, he looks like a black haired Ken from the Barbie shows in that setup. I let out a brief chuckle at the sight. "I don't see how that matters here" I finally answer his question, there's no way I'm indulging him by telling him what my ideal date is, that would be the end of any pr
"What's your happiest memory?" The question catches me off guard. With how playful he always is, I wasn't expecting such a serious question from him. "Uh..." Yep I'm speechless. "Give me a moment to think" I take a few seconds but rather than thinking of an answer I'm debating how to get out of answering the question as a whole. My happiest moments require thinking about Dad before he died. When we were a complete family, a happy one of four. My expression must convey my sudden solemn mood because Roman asks, "Are you okay, Lindsey?" His use of my actual name and not his nickname for me startles me. "Yeah. I am" "So, do you want to talk about it or...?" He tries to weigh my mood but I'm not giving anything away, there's no way I'm willingly having a heart to heart conversation with Roman. "Nope" my voice sounds firm, thankfully, and leaves no room for argument. "Okay", he relents, then proceeds to ask me
I'm quietly walking Roman out, not wanting Leo to hear us and come downstairs. Whatever it is that's going on between my brother and Roman, I don't plan on encouraging it. The last thing I wanted was for them to become bros. I have no doubt they'd partner up to annoy me, so I'm not planning on taking any chances.We nearly make it out safely, when a throat clears behind me. I instantly freeze, a part of me hopes that if we cease to make any sudden movement, the person behind, who I strongly suspect is Mom will forget she saw us.Unfortunately..."Where do you two think you're sneaking off to?" Mom's voice asks from behind us.Roman glances back at me with wide eyes before fully turning to look at mom, his adorably annoying innocent smile is already in place, ready to charm mom's pants off and I'm already dreading how the entire conversation would go. I'm tempted to run upstairs to my room and leave them up to it but when I turn and see Mom standing
Roman’s POV Today I spent so many hours with Lindsey that my mind is still reeling from how exhilarating the whole experience was. I’m pleased I also got to meet her family. I can’t wait to get to know them better. Although I know Lindsey will do her best to prevent me from getting even more acquainted with her loved ones. Her stern refusal at me having dinner at her house was pretty obvious but I’m not easily dismayed. I got to spend time in her personal space, and her room, and learn more about her personality and her likes and dislikes. Convincing Mr. Daniels to pair was together was an absolutely fantastic idea. Although he is pretty wary of me now, he thinks I am nothing more than a wealthy opportunist who exploits others and circumstances to suit my advantage… he’s right. When I need to I will use my influence and when it comes to making Lindsey mine, I need to and I will. As I park my Porsche in our exorbitant garage filled with similar extravagantly luxurious vehicles I c
My sleep was riddled with restless dreams that were filled with a certain boy whose name I would not be mentioning. Due to this, I wake up groggily and tired, more tired than I was before I went to bed last night. So much for a well rested sleep. Ugh. I reluctantly go through the motions of my morning routine to prepare for school. If I hadn't already skipped on the first day I would've skipped today but the punishment I'd be getting from Mom would make me live in a lifelong regret so I dead the idea and get dressed. My outfit of the day consists of jeans, an oversized shirt, and sneakers with my hair completing the messy look in a messy bun, and not the cute type of messy bun but an actual messy bun. "You look like shit, Lin" is the good morning greeting I receive from my lovely twin brother as I come down the stairs and into the kitchen for breakfast. The table is already set, courtesy of Mom I'm sure, Leo and doing early morning chor