I'm back with another update, and yes Simba's an asshole in this story at least for as long as you can guess. No give aways I won't tell anything, just want to thank everybody for reviewing. The quicker people review the quicker an update jk Well here's chapter 2, chapter's 3 done as well whenever I update that next. Review once again and enjoy. ;)
Weeks had passed by and he didn't even feel a bit of sorrow, he strutted along with a big proud grin on his muzzle. Chuckling to himself he walked back along the dirt trail that lead back down to the waterhole. The sun beated beaming over the land it was a hot moist day most of the time, even the shade didn't provide any comfort. He panted heavily his tongue hanging out the sweat started to stick into his fur. Girls weren't even on his mind as of now the only thing he desired was to dive into the clean, pure, blue, fresh body of water before it get's too dark outside to swim. But he knew he might find trouble if he headed to where he knew Tasha would be.
As the Prince passed by rolling down the hill he gave a few pretty girls some cheeky winks that were sitting idolly on the rocks near the tree they smiling back staring into his amber glossed eyes.
''Hii cutie.''
''Heyy pretty.'' Simba greeted pointing his two index fingers. He strutted along happily bending down to take a lick to quinch his thirst, when across the water he could see tasha, she was on the verge of tears. He just shook his head with disgust and gulped some water then walked off. From his back turned he could hear her crying into her friends shoulder.
''Why doesn't he like me anymore? I-I-I don't g-get it?'' Tasha sobbed.
''Shh Tasha, he's just a stupid jerk that's why!'' Rita comforted rubbing her back gently stroking up and down trying to ease her pain.
''B-but I still like him.'' She pleaded stuttered uncontrollably.
''You want me to try to talk to him?'' Rita offered, Tasha nodded trying to wipe the tears that rolled down her cheeks like a broken dam.
''Mhmm please.''
''Okay sweety, hold on. Hey Simba! We need to talk! Now!'' Rita shouted, Simba cringed his teeth ''Dang!'' Trying to fasten his sip of water quickly as to make a desperate escape.
''Look chick leave me alone why don't ya.'' The Prince walked off shaking his head.
''No! We need talk about Tasha.'' Rita leaped right in his clearview blocking his path, her arms crossed angrily she growled but Simba just chuckled to himself.
''I'm not talking about anything, now uhh move.'' He tried shoving but as not to hurt her physically, he may be a player but he would never hurt a girl physically.
''No.'' Rita persisted in staying in his way.
''Rita move, or I'll have to make you move.''
''No!'' She yelled catching his every step with his paw.
''No, I'm not lettin you go playboy till we talk. You really hurt her!''
''So what.''
''So what? You're such a jerk! You know what? Tasha doesn't need you anyway go head and live with you're miserable life Simba.'' She spat furiously shaking her head in dissapointment.
''Ya know? You're never gonna have a REAL girlfriend. I actually feel sorry for you, after what you did Tasha just make me wanna puke. I don't care how hot you are you're just a big stupid jerk!''
''Pshh! Uhh huh.'' The golden cub rolled his eyes.
''You just wait you'll find out later in time. No girl's ever gonna want you.'' Rita smiled walking off until she heard Simba say something back to her. Sure he'd taunt when she had her back turned but he wouldn't dare say anything to her face.
''Hah! Yeahh right, you just wish you were my Princess.'' He smirked showing off his perfect white pare of teeth that shoned so bright in the sun's light.
''Uhh excuse me?'' Rita raised her eyebrow confused.
''You heard me.'' Simba smirked then gave Rita a quick peck with his lips on her cheek, she blushed but then quickly became enraged and slapped him hard on the cheek with her paw. A bit of blood seeped out for a moment.
''Ow! What was that for?'' The little Lion whined rubbing his pain.
''For Tasha! Achk you're sick! How dear you kiss me. Hrmph.'' With her words said she held her head up high with pride and walked back to comfort her friend.
''You know you liked it!'' He yelled back, but their was no reply she strutted along without turning back. Everybody was now looking at the Prince busting out with humiliating laughter.
''Hahaha hey everybody look at redface hahaha.''
''Shut up!'' Simba yelled nearly crying.
''Aww Simba's gonna cry.'' Tojo yelled back pretending to rubb his eyes like he was crying. Malka jumped up to give Tojo a high five, as well as some other boys that were tired of Simba's way. It's about time he got what was coming to him.
The Prince stormed away but slipped rolling back down the hill and right into a mud puddle, the laughing grew louder around him. He got up with dignity and ran as fast as he could away from the waterhole going back up the trail trying to contain his anger.
''Girls, they're all the same. Puh! Whatever I don't need this.'' He told himself rubbing his cheek it was a bright red, and it felt like it started to burn. A sense of shame being dejected by a girl for the first time in his life it actually hurt him, but not nearly as much as he had hurt Tasha's heart. They had been dating for a couple weeks then all the sudden he just splits without warning. A smug angry expression was fixed on his face.
''Good some water.''
He found a puddle and washed himself off.
As he was walking down the trail it would be alot longer home this time back, he went to get some water to quinch his thirst intead he got a slap on the face and a group of girls that now hate him. What was he doing wrong? Girls play tricks with boys all the time, so why was it wrong for him to do the same. All they ever wanted to do was break his heart anyway. Best to hurt them before they hurt you that was his dilema. The first time he ever dated a girl, the first kiss, the first everything he ever had with the one girl that he trully cared for and what did she do? She ripped his heart out, and stomped it into the ground. It was from that day he vowed he would never let this happen again, so he became a player and enjoyed it. He remembered it was like yesterday his father was giving him a pep talk about one day he would find ''the one'' and they would be betrothed by the rules of the Pride.
''It's an ancient tradition son blah! blah! blah! Love sucks! I'll never find the one. There is no 'the one' ''He mocked his father not knowing the most annoying thing that could possibly make his day any worse was right behind him.
''Evening young master!'' The little blue hornbill greeted.
''Oh great, it's Zazu. Evening zazu!'' He sighed barring his teeth growling to himself.
''Why such an attitude, you're father didn't raise you to talk like that you little ignorant brat. And what's this I hear you got the girls in a frenzy hmm?''
''Nothing Zazu.'' Simba smacked his face with annoyance.
''Oh no you don't! No walking away from you're elders. Not this time.'' Zazu flew blocking Simba's way.
''Grrrr... why can't I just go home? I had a bad day I don't wanna talk about it.''
''Oh well then fine grumpy! But you're father is gonna hear of you running off again without permission.''
''But Zazu-'' Simba pleaded trying to save himself from punishment.
''No buts, now come.'' He strided through the air keeping his eyes on the cub below.
''Ugh fine.'' The Prince sighed knowing he was defeated.
There was a long silence on the way home. The hornibill noticed how sad Simba looked for some reason. It wasn't like he didn't deserve it however.
Whatever that boy is sad about he had it coming Zazu. Let it go, let it go. Well daww I can't. Zazu finally decided to see what was troubling the young cub other than just shouting at him for not following rules. He swooped down landing right in front of the tired little Lion.
''Something wrong Simba?''
''No.'' He sighed turning his head trying to avoid eye contact.
''Come now I'm not going to bite.''
''Look I don't wanna talk okay!''
''Piff, fine have it you're way I was only trying to help. Carry on then keep following m- Now what's this, did someone hit you?'' Zazu shrieked grabbing Simba's cheek.
''What?'' He grew nervous knowing their was no hiding it. The mark was like his uncle Scar's scar, it wouldn't go away from a while she did slap him hard and her claw seemed to have nipped him.
''You have a red mark on you're cheek. Hmm'' The hornbill examined rubbing it.
''Ow! Uhh I mean no I don't.'' Simba blushed feeling embarrassed and ashamed.
''Somebody hit you, tell me who now.''
''Nobody Zazu, can we just pleaseee go home I don't feel good.''
''Don't feel good I heard that one a hundred times. Who was it Simba?'' Zazu asked in an appeasing tone putting his wings on his hips awaiting an answer.
''N-n-nobody. Okay?'' He stuttered almost nearly crying looking down to the ground, hard thoughts going through his mind. He fought to contain the dejecting tears he felt and the embarrassment. She slapped him right in front of all his friends, everyone was cracking up laughing. This was the first time ever somebody made fun of him. His whole reputation felt destroyed, he was never going to get another girl after this. He started to feel guilt as way, now he knew how Tasha felt. But he couldn't take any chances with another heartbreak, not after what Sandra had done to him. These girls have no idea how his heart felt when his first crush stepped on it. Why she did that was beyond him? How could she do that to him, he really liked her, almost loved her he could say. Nobody understand how he felt and now after that incident just hours ago he had a feeling aside from punishment for leaving without asking permission, what Tasha's parents are going to say to him back at home, and how his popularity is going to fall after Rita slapping him in front of everybody. Never has a girl turned him down and now since it has happened everyone witnessed it, so he's gotten more girls than most boys couldn't even dream of getting. What did they have the right to make fun of him for? For what? All because of 'one' girl slapped the Prince? When all the other wannabe players get slapped like everyday for trying to get a girl, they just didn't have his looks.
''Well wait till you're father hears about this! Come along now it's getting dark.''
''Zazu no!'' Uhh I mean-please don't tell him. Please?''
''Hrmph maybe if you had given me a better attitude when I picked you up I would consider it, and even then I wouldn't it's my job to watch after you.''
''Fine whatever tell him I don't care!''
''See! That's exactly what- ahh nevermind just come along.'' Zazu inhaled his breath trying not to show his anger over his reason, he could tell Simba was hurting inside about something it had to be too embarrassing to talk about.
The sun shifted and let the moon rise it's white glow over the grass, the stars shone ahead. As they reached Pride Rock Mufasa was out watching the night sky calmly listening to the winds.
''Ahh Zazu. What has my son done this time?'' Mufasa glared down piercing his brown eyes into Simba's making the cub coware with sadness his head hung low to the ground.
''Well sire I'm not quite sure other than he left without permission.''
''Again?'' Mufasa asked in his deep bold voice not sounding happy.
''Yes I'm afraid so.'' Zazu sighed.
''Hmm you know better Simba, I told you not to wander. I know you're getting older and soon you'll be a teenager. But I can't lose you I don't know what'd me or anyone else would do without you.''
''I know-'' The depressed cub admitted.
''We'll talk about this tomorrow son, give me a hug and get some sleep.''
With embracing his father with a hug he padded into the shade of the den's dark gloom and went to his personal sleeping spot. His mother happened to be awake and saw that he wasn't looking happy.
''Simba? What's wrong honey?'' The Queen Lioness asked with concern.
''Nothing I'm just tired.''
''You sure? Well hmm okay. Good night sweet dreams my Prince.'' Sarabi smiled. But she knew something was trouble Simba, she hated seeing depressed it was unusual. Simba was always a confident, young, outgoing, happy little cub since he was born. She knew when he didn't want to talk he was deeply hurt, she hadn't seen him this sad looking since that girl he liked from the other Pride broke his heart.
''Night mom.'' He managed to crack a smile seeing his mothers face and fell into a deep sleep.
As he went into a slumber his dreams were filled with nothing but constant laughing and crying, it was terrible. Why did he deserve this?
Hah, looks like Rita taught ''playboy'' a lesson. Hope you all liked. This was hard for me to write then again everything I write is hard to write. It brought up some old memories.