Disclaimer: you know the drill. If you intend on sueing me anyways, a before hand warning: all I have left after my friends visited my house is an empty potato chip bag and half an orange.

Monarchy Under a Complete Jerk

Chapter 1: My Dear Blown Up Bunny

Yes, life is good. Absolutely nothing can compare to a freezing cold double chocolate fudge cappuccino on a day off from school. With my fingers clutching the orange and yellow striped straw in a death grip, I stirred the mush in my perspiring cup. I crushed some more of the ice chunks before taking a sip. Being that I was stationed next to an open window and that it was an exceptionally breezy day today, some of my loose hair kept flying into my face and my hand went up to brush it away every few seconds. In the split second I was wrestling with my golden mane and not paying attention to my snack, it was swept off the table.

"Double chocolate fudge? This stuff will make you fatter than a blown up bunny if you don't watch how much you drink."

I automatically know who that masculine voice belonged to but I've come up with a theory lately, after argueing with him so much, that it's just easier to ignore him. I just brush past and make my way to the counter. In case you were wondering, he is Darien. I live in his apartment complex and since he controls the entire building and the residents, I have to listen to his every order and wish. When something doesn't go as planned, there would bound to be another family hiring a moving truck out. So this is my life. Complete monarchy.

I call for Andrew, and order with him, another double chocolate fudge cappuccino. As Darien looks annoyed at the cup of mush I left in his hands, I look off in the other direction, pretending that the newly tinted windows were more interesting than the rest of the world around me.

"How much of that crap are you going to drink anyways? Aren't you afraid that you'll become 500 pounds like those people on TV and then be unable to find a husband?"

My head flicks back around to smile at Darien.

"That's what athlete's metabolism is for."

His eyes widen, "So you can eat all the junk food you want to and pig out every day and not gain weight?"

"Well what do you think? Don't you see my eating habits often?" I smile wider at my touch of sarcasm. With him being the genius, it wasn't often that I get to lead the arguement.

"Athlete's metabolism huh? I'm guessing that the athlete part is all the running you do to school in the morning since you wake up late everyday," Darien replies smoothly.

I hesitated for a moment, my mind blank as of what to retort with. Finally, "W-well gee, I don't see you working out. You probably don't have any sort of muscles. You just sit around and read some stupid physics book all day long."

"Well, for the physics part, it's not a subject most people can take. You have to be good at math so I'm sure you'll never get the pleasure to take that subject. And about the muscle part..." Darien set down the cup onto the counter and slowly unbuttons his shirt 4 buttons from the bottom. My eyes widened and I blushed profusely as the six-pack came into view. Even with my pride, I had to admit...that was a nice stomach. But it's not like I was going to admit that. I stuck out my tongue and poked Darien's stomach. Hard as a rock.

"Stop showing that to me! It makes you look like some prostitute or something...people are starting to stare at you Darien...put your shirt down!" I hissed.

Darien grinned a devilish grin and said (rather loudly I might add), "Well gee Meatball head, I didn't know you get jealous when other pretty ladies look at my well formed abs."

"You wish there were ladies staring at you. Stop flattering yourself; I can see your head swelling up."

And with that one last sentence, I shoot off of my seat and stalk out of the arcade. As soon I push out of the doors however, I suddenly realize I left my cappuccino in the arcade. Both of them. Oh well, no matter, Darien can just pay and drink both. It's not like I care if he becomes a blown up bunny.

...yea ok...the first chapter is kind of stupid...but it gets better...I think