"GIGI!" my mum yells in her bitchy, high pitch voice, "DRACO IS HERE!" I glance at my clock, it reads: 9:15.
"I"M SLEEPING WHORE!" I yell as I turn over and try to go back to sleep.
"Oh she's so funny sometimes...," my mum says to him. "She'll be right down, WON'T YOU, PRINCESS?"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT, YOU HAG!" I yell sitting up, "ONLY DADDY CAN CALL ME THAT YOU SLYTHERIN SLUTBAG!" I go into the bathroom and start the shower. How dare that bitch call me princess? I'm so not in the mood for - CRRREEEAK- the fuck was that? We need to fix that floorboard in my...wait. Oh shit, who's in my room? Fuck, it better not be… the bathroom door opens. I peak from behind my curtain and see his blonde hair and gorgeous gray eyes. Wait, what am I thinking? Bad Gigi bad!
"Get out of my bathroom, Malfoy," I say finishing up my shower and turning the water off.
"And miss a chance to see you naked?" he asks, "No way,"
"Um...yes way, because I don't show my goods to assholes," I say while putting a towel on and stepping out of the shower. The blonde he-devil wore a black suit, it's obvious his mum dresses him, seriously, and I'm not doing that if we get married.
"Oh come on..." he begins to say with a smile.
"The answer is no Malfoy," I say, shivering. "You're fourteen..."
"Oh yeah, what about Zabini?" he asks, with a hint of jealousy.
"What about Blaise?" I ask, innocently.
"He's fourteen and you fuck him," he says with jealousy.
"You aren't jealous, are you?" I ask smiling. "The Draco Malfoy jealous of someone other than Potter? That's a surprise."
"I'M NOT JEALOUS OF ANYONE!" he yells, making a run at me, but he misses.
"Aw it's okay baby, I won't tell anyone," I say sweetly. Boys these days sheesh.
"You wouldn't want our secret to get out, would you?" he says with a smirk.
"You wouldn't," I say, glaring at him, he wouldn't, would he? No he doesn't have the balls, or does he?
"Oh yes I would," he said with an evil look in his eyes.
"You wouldn't," I say. "You can't!"
"I can and I would," he said. He really is a pain in the ass, but if people found out they'd be too scared to talk to me and then I'd fail the Boss. What should I do? I speed walk to my closet and shut the door in his face. I decide to wear black booty shorts, red lace tank top, black zip-up hoodie, red and black striped knee-high socks, and multicolored high tops, while Malfoy says:
"Aw come on," he says, getting irritated.
"Why don't you just ask Blaise how he gets me in bed?" I say walking out of the closet, "It'd be easier for both of us."
"I'm not going to ask my friend how to get my fiance in bed," he says getting pissed.
"Um...it's only fiance if it's willing..." I say, sitting at my desk and start writing a letter.
"The last thing I wanna...what are you doing?" he asks, looking completely confused.
"Writing a letter..." I saying signing my name. Malfoy gives me a pissed looked and says:
"Who are you writing to?" he says, his pale skin starting to turn red.
"Huh?" I ask, giving the letter to Nightmare, "Oh, I'm inviting Blaise to hang out." I sit on the desk and notice the blood starting to rush to his face. "It's not like we're -" He puts his hands on either side of the desk and kisses me. Great, just fuckin' grea-...am I enjoying this? I can't, he's a bastard, an asshole, arrogant, cruel, a bully, sexist, and...an incredible kisser.
"PRINCESS! PLEASE COME TO THE STUDY!" my daddy shouts.
"COMING DADDY!" I say, gently pushing Malfoy away. I walk down the hall leaving Malfoy to gloat...