Undercover

Chapter Five: My Mistake

So.....this is awkward. The prince continues to send me his murderous glare, while I wait for him to say something. This staring contest is really starting to be nerve-wracking. My speaker distracts me when Nonstop by Drake comes on. I automatically start bobbing my head.

"This a Rollie not a stopwatch ....... don't ever stop."  Drake raps on the speaker. I'm going to need this prince to hurry-it-up with this staring contest. I have a workout and a song to get back to. I also have to find a way to hide that hole in the wall, but I'll worry about that later.

My eyes break away from the prince's frosty stare and travel around the room. I end up finding a fly stuck in one of the lights on the ceiling. I'm surprised it's still alive as I watch its many attempts to escape. That's what its stupid self gets. I never quite understood the fondness bugs have towards lights. When I look back at the prince, I catch that he's still staring at me. His frosty glare is now replaced with a questioning gaze. This is really wasting my time.

I decided to look at my invisible watch to check the time. Oh, would you look at that! It time to stop staring at me prince! I know you royalty and all but this is getting weird. The prince's eyes scan my body from head to toe. The way he slowly examines me sends a chill down my spine. That's when I take in my lack of clothing. I forgot I was only wearing a sports bra and leggings. Great, Omi we're giving him a show.

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My mind flashbacks to my thoughts on the plane.

I turn to see the back of the romper. Gosh, why are my legs so huge? Well they're not really huge, but my behind is really poking out in this romper. Not that I'm complaining either. Shoot...maybe it'll catch the princes attention.

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Look I know I said that before, but I was just joking. Now I'm just annoyed.

"So...are you going to say something or keep checking me out?" I hiss as I go retrieve my jacket from the bench.

"I.." He pauses. "I..." His face turns a crimson shade of red now. "I - I wasn't checking you out." He stutters.

"Hmm" Is all I say as I put on my jacket. As I make my way back to the prince my foot gets caught on something. I almost fall but catch my balance. When I look down one of my Jordans are stuck between the wooden floor.

"How?" I holler at the floor. I try lifting my foot, but it's stuck. Great. Just great. "No, no, no! This can't be happening!" I keep attempting to free my shoe, but it's no use.

"Why don't you just pull it out?" Questioned the prince. Is he mental? I just stare at him and wait for the common sense to click in his brain. That's what I'm doing idiot! He still looks at me and stupidity is plastered on his face. How is he going to be a king soon? I swear, England could make a celery their king and it would be a better ruler than this idiot. An idiot with dreamy blue sky eyes. An idiot with fiery red hair. An idiot with cute freckles. An idiot....stop daydreaming Omi!

"Here let me help you." He offers and strolls toward me. I didn't notice how thick his accent was until now.

"No, I'm ok. I got it." He ignores my decline and squats to the floor. His colossal hands grip my tiny shoe. My hand reaches for his shoulder to stop him. His eyes slowly travel from my shoes, to my abs, and make their way to my face. My body goes rigid.

"Just be careful." I chirp. He sends me a heart-melting smile as I release his shoulder. Those Jordans are my babies. If anything happens to them he's dead!