Prince Of Blood {Completed}

Richman

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"Day Trip"

I didn't sleep well.
I was plagued by a variety of strange dreams. Although, I'd excepted that the Blood Bind affected me like that.

I couldn't remember much of the dreams though.
Just bits and pieces, flashes.

A ballroom. A master bedroom. A tropical island.
A conference room. A photo shoot. And a pair of wide blue eyes.

Absolutely no pattern.

When I opened my eyes I looked at my alarm clock.
It read 7:58.

Son of a bitch!

I'm gonna be so late!
And, of course, nobody came upstairs to wake me up.

Typical.
They all had their own agendas. Which, sadly, I totally understood. I couldn't be bothered with them either.

I scrambled out of bed, and went over to my windowsill. Where my phone was charging.
It was, of course, the first thing I did everyday. Get my phone.

I grabbed my phone, and glanced at the screen.
I had a new text message from Austin.

Shit, I hope he didn't figure out I used a sleep spell on him yesterday.
Cautiously, I opened the message. It read:

Hey, wanna ditch w/ me 2day?

Tempting, tempting. . .
But, I'm expected to go to school today. I texted my reply:

U no I can't

I put the phone down while I dug through my closet.
I heard my ringtone go off a second later. I went back to read Austin's message:

Y not? U won't get caught. C'mon plz? I wanna take u somewhere

Hmmmmm, should I?
I mean, what have I got to lose? Getting in trouble with mom and dad? They were pretty laid back parents. They wouldn't punish me very severely. If they even found out.

They wouldn't be home all day.
If the school called they would just leave a message, I could delete it if I got home first. And then bring in a fake sick note tomorrow.

Worth a shot.
And then again, I would've been late anyway. I texted my reply:

Well, ok. . .

At least now I wouldn't have to rush.
I took my time going back to my closet. I picked out a pair of jeans I was gonna wear. Then my ringtone sung again.

I skipped back to my dresser, where I had left my phone.
I looked at Austin's message:

Awesome! Wear something nice

Huh?
I texted my reply:

y?

He responded like two seconds later.
Not surprising. . .I could text fast. . .but Austin and Kate were like speed demons when it came to texting.

I read his message.
Not surprised by the lack of a real answer. It read:

Just do it . . . plz tell me u own a dress

I made a face.
Did he really think I was tom-boyish enough to not own a single dress?

I have dresses

It was hard to pack enough ice into a text message.
But I think he understood the icy-ness the message contained.

I made a move for my closet when my phone went off again.
His message read: