"I hate this plan," Logan mumbled as he watched the hoard of make-up artists do my hair for the ball. "I really, really hate this plan."
I rolled my eyes at him, "Please. It's a genius plan."
"And stupid," Damien added as he walked through the door. "Don't forget stupid."
"Whatever," I winced at a brush yanking my hair. "It'll work, nonetheless."
"Jess, listen," Logan huffed. "You've never met her. She's..."
"A complete bitch," Damien replied flatly, probably not liking at all what I was about to do. We settled on not talking anymore. Things were awkward enough with Logan and Damien in the room. You could taste the tension in the air.
Once the hoard of people left, it was just Logan, Damien and I in the room. I was once again decked out in a full-on princess costume, but one thing was different. It looked more Elsa than Belle; it was more modern, but still princess-y. Damien stared at me. When I saw him, he looked away.
"You look amazing," Logan broke the silence. "But I still hate this plan."
"You're just jealous," Damien smirked.
"I'm not jealous, Damien, I just don't like the plan."
"A plan that involves me taking your girlfriend to the ball."
"Ladies!" I shouted. They both stopped. "I know it's not the best plan, but considering from what I've heard about this chick, she ain't too bright."
Damien and Logan nodded and shrugged, agreeing with my statement.
"It's settled, then," I walked over to Damien. He looked strange in the prince-y getup. Except his hair still flew all over the place. He had refused to touch his hair. I didn't blame him. His hair looked like it was about to fall out from too much dye.
"I guess I'll go then," Logan kissed me. "Good luck to all of us."
He left, leaving Damien and I alone.
"Are you nervous about seeing her again?" I looked up at his face. He looked pretty pale.
"Yeah," he said. "But not because of what she did."
I tilted my head.
"Because when she sees me with you, I'm nervous about how pissed she's gonna get," he smiled.
"Wait, was that a compliment?" I asked.
He shrugged.
"Damien, you can't flirt with me," I smirked. "I already have my prince."
A flicker of sadness went across his eyes, but his original smirk returned.
"Okay, Miss Off Limits," he held out his arm. "Shall we go piss a bitch off?"
I took his arm. "We shall."
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The Actress and the Prince
Teen Fiction“You're the actress and he's the prince." Jessalyn needs a school scholarship. Logan needs a princess. They both meet each other by chance, but how will they stay together without eventually falling apart due to a huge problem called college?
