Author's Note: This story is insipired by Nicki Minaj's Super Bass. This is a RolfXPrincess tale. I like trap music from time to time and regret absolutely nothing.
"Where is he?," Angela asked, looking at the clock on the wall above the door.
"Hmm?," Double D asked as he tapped away on his phone.
"Where's your boyfriend with this special case of his?"
"I just sent him a text and...," Double D said as he checked at his messages again, "apparently, they just got out of practice. So let's give them another ten minutes, okay?"
"Fiiiiiiiine."
Edd had the nerve to giggle, and even laughed after she shot him a death glare.
"You're lucky I work for my mom."
"I know, and I promise you that your work here will be greatly appreciated," Edd said as he gently patted her arm.
They were in the school's multimedia communications room. She was the editor of the school newspaper and current co-editor of the yearbook. Edd came to her with a request: help one of Kevin's friends with a project they had for their Media in Communications class. It was a gen ed class offered to fulfill the communication arts requirements in order to graduate without joining the newspaper, yearbook, student radio or tv classes.
She had a meeting with the yearbook staff after school and told Edd to bring whoever it was by after that meeting. That ended an hour and a half ago. She was supposed to be at the receptionist's desk at her mom's salon at 5. It was now 530. Sure, this was cutting into her paycheck big time, but her mom cut her some slack because it was for school.
"Just get here when you can," she told her when she called her at lunch time to ask to come in late because her friends asked her for their help.
Thundering footsteps came down the hall and Kevin and his friend came through the door.
"FIN...ally," Princess said as her eyes went wide and her heart decided to gallop like a herd of wild horses in her chest as a colony of butterflies took flight in her stomach.
The special case was Rolf. The basketball team captain and her crush since freshman year. They were all juniors now. She cursed a blue streak in the direction of her genius best friend. In Portuguese. He laughed and she raised her hands to throttle him but thought better of it because Kevin was standing there and she didn't want to deal with him going on a possessive streak. She just pulled at her Afro in frustration instead.
"Sorry, Ang! We got here as quick as we could," Kevin said giving Edd a stink eye. Edd just laughed harder. "No need for Portuguese. I prefer French."
Edd snapped his mouth shut and the caramel afro'd Princess went red. She had just accused Edd of playing with her goddamn fucking emotions by letting him be the one that just needed her help, knowing that she needed to climb him like the goddamn tree he was.
"You know Portuguese, Barr?," she questioned.
"I've taught him well. Perhaps too well," Edd said as he stood to leave giving Kevin a stink eye of his own. The redhead just smirked at him. "We'll leave you two to it. C'mon Kev, we need to study for your math test."
"You need to study. I've got this," the redhead retorted.
"You have a C in that class!"
"Which is average. I'm good."
Edd just rolled his eyes and dragged his boyfriend from the room.
"Can you help me?," the tall caramel mocha latte asked.
"Yeah," she said as she shook the mouse on the desk she was sitting at to wake up the computer. "Let's get started."
They spent the next hour and a half going over his project. Sure he had been in America for a good 15 years at this point, but Mr Gooch wasn't the best at presenting concepts in basic terms. He was so used to dealing with his advanced students like Edd and herself that many students struggled in the basic class. She and Edd were always helping their fellow classmates with projects for the class.
She willed her hormones to calm the fuck down and managed to get the project done in time for the janitors to kick them out. When they walked to the student parking lot, it was empty save for her Bug and his Ford Ranger. Which were parked right next to each other. It was just a coincidence. Not like she knew his schedule and where he parked.
"Is this your Buggy car?," he asked.
"Yeah, my dad got it for me. I kept bugging him for a car, so he got me a Bug."
Rolf laughed at that and she melted at the sound.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Princess Angela," he said before heading to the cul-de-sac.
"Bye, Rolf."
She got to the salon in time for her dad to bring them dinner from home. Chicken chili and cornbread. When her mom asked how her extra time went, she wanted to cuss her out in French. Talking about this in front of her dad was not gonna happen. But like a good girl, she answered her mother's question.
"It went alright," she said as she gave a nonchalant shrug.
"Who did you have to help this time?," her dad asked.
Shit.
She was a terrible liar and cursed her parents ability to see right through her.
"Rolf, he's the basketball team captain."
"That tall kid with the farm?," her mom asked.
"Uh huh."
"I need to get to the Farmer's Market he goes to. He always has the best tomatoes."
But her dad's face had gone to stone as soon as she said his name. Her mother quickly took notice.
"Monty."
"She's only 17, Liz!"
"I met you when we were in seventh grade. And we turned out just fine. She'll be 18 in December."
It was Februrary.
"And then she can move out and make crazy decisions about boys."
"I'm sitting right here, guys."
Her parents sighed.
"He's a nice boy, Monty."
"Don't care."
"Well, I do," Angela said.
Her parents snapped wide eyes to her. Sassing wasn't allowed, but if she was anything, she was her Mother's Child. Elizabeth Jackson had a sassy streak that was a country mile wide and as sweet as ice tea.
"I like him, ok? Thing is, he doesn't notice me, so it doesn't matter. I'll be single til I'm dead."
"Don't talk like that," Liz said. "I will have grandchildren."
But LeMont Jackson wasn't having any of it.
"We'll adopt a dog. She doesn't need any other men in her life. Edd and Kevin are enough."
"Edd's bi, Daddy. Kevin's gay, though."
Her dad nearly chocked on his second helping of chili and she giggled, his stink eye not even fazing her.
"Go check the front desk, Ang," her mother said.
She knew that her mother was going to talk to her dad some more. It was past high time for her to be given some more freedoms in her life. She was second in her class only to Edd, was the president of PCH's National Honor Society chapter, she volunteered regularly with her grandmother's church, her mother's sorority and her father's fraternity, sang in the school choir, was captain of PCH's dance team and generally kept her nose clean. Why she wasn't dating anyone was the biggest question amongst her friends, second only to what plans they needed to pull together for the weekend.
She took calls and made appointments, studied for her history test, helped her mom close up the shop and went home. As she was getting ready for bed, she heard a soft knock on the door.
"Just a sec!," she called out as she tugged her night shirt over her head. "Alright, it's open!"
The knob turned and the door was kicked open. Her father's large 6'2, 200lb frame stood in the doorway.
"Wassup, Daddy?"
"Your mother seems to think it's ok for you to start dating now. I disagree. So we're going to be ok with you dating now."
She grinned. He pouted.
"Thanks, Daddy," she said as she went to give him a hug.
"You're welcome, Angel. Just know, if things get uncomfortable or out of hand, you call me."
"Noted."
School trudged on. March brought Spring Break. And harvest time for Rolf's award winning spring tomatoes, which were second only to his award winning fall tomatoes. The guy could raise the hell out of some tomatoes.
She went to the Farmer's Market whenever she could and packed her Bug full of tomatoes. They needed the tomatoes. But she also needed a date for the Spring Dance in April. Then it dawned on her that no one knew she could start dating.
"Edd! Edd! DOUBLE D!," she screamed as she ran into the lunch room two weeks before the dance.
Edd had jumped into Kevin's lap in fright. Not that the jock minded, he loved Edd, Edd loved him and everyone knew that the safest place for Edd to be was attached to Kevin.
"Jesus, woman! Why you scaring my man?!," Kevin said as he cuddled a startled Edd closer to him.
Roling her eyes at the overprotective jock, she leaned across the table and shook Edd by the shoulders.
"Edd! Edd! Guess what! Guess what!"
Edd peeked out from under his beanie to his best friend's beaming face.
"Chicken butt," he deadpanned.
Kevin nearly chocked on his burger but managed to keep a good grip on Edd as he fell back with laughter.
"Ha ha, Smartass. Daddy says I can start dating now!"
"It's about damn time," Nat said as he strode up, Rave following behind him, script for the spring musical in hand.
"About damn time for what?," Nazz asked, as she dumped Marie's soccer bag down next to her own lacrosse bag.
"Angela here can start dating," Edd explained as he straightened up from his safe cubby hole that was Kevin's strong embrace against his chest.
"Hell yeah!," the blond fist pumped.
"So how do we bag Old McDonald?," Rave asked, tucking his script away. Like he could get any work done with this much drama around.
The Princess groaned into her palms as she sank into her seat.
"Why's the Princess sounding so sad?," Rolf asked as he sat next to her.
She went red and wanted to die. She just shoved her lunch tray away from herself and barricaded herself in an arm fort.
"Princess?," Rolf asked gently as he poked her arm.
She squeaked. Her friends snickered and she wanted kill them all. She just cursed a blue streak in Italian in her head. She must of muttered a few words outloud because she heard Kevin say something about how he prefered French to Italian and then muttering in pain before kissing apologies to his boyfriend for being sassy.
Once she composed herself, she sat up. And there he was, looking at her with slightly worried brown eyes.
"I'm fine. I'm fine."
"Are you sure? I can have Nana make you some tea."
"No, no. I'm fine," she said as she reached for her tray and picked at her lunch. Her appetite was gone, but the butterflies and wildhorses were back.
In study hall, she and Nazz tried to construct a plan to put her on the basketball captain's radar. He was in gym breathing a sigh of relief at the news Kevin dropped on him. He had noticed her since sophomore year. But he was a bit of a late bloomer.
Nazz texted Nat. Nat texted Kevin and Kevin talked to the best planner he knew.
Edd.
"Here's the deal," Edd told her in homeroom three days later, "You two need to at least exchange phone numbers or maybe friend each other in Facebook."
"We're already friends on Facebook. I stalk him all the time," she said from the safety of her arm fort.
"Send him a message then."
"Whaaaaa?"
"Look, Ang, there's no need to complicate things. You do not want to do that."
She nodded. She remembered the "are they or aren't they?" drama that was Kevin and Edd's relationship freshman year. If Nat hadn't twisted Edd into a dancer's dip in the middle of the cafeteria two days before the Spring Fling, who knows if they'd be together now. Kevin nearly lost it. He tried to play it off that Nat had nearly made him dump his lunch on himself because he walked up as the peacock swung the genius around. Edd knew better, though. He mange to wrangle himself from Nat's grasp, walked up to the redhead and told him to "either get it together or leave me be," before walking out of the lunchroom with tears streaming down his face..
It took Kevin another 15 minutes before he went to go look for the cutest egghead in school. And in that 15 minutes, Rave and Marie threatened to break up with Nat and Nazz and take Edd to the dance themselves. But not before Eddy threw Double D's chemistry book at his head and Angela shook him so hard he got a migraine whilst calling him an idiot. In French.
The look Ed gave him was what made him finally make up his mind about how he felt about the boy. You do not hurt Big Ed's friends. And you never disappoint the big lug. When even Lumpy can see what a cockup you're being, it's time to straighten up. When Kevin saw the threatening look and disappointment in his eyes, he moved. And showed the entire Peach Creek High School second lunch period why he was the "quick footed quarterback with rocket right arm."
An hour later, Kevin changed his relationship status on Facebook from Single to In A Relationship with Eddward 'Double D' Vincent. Watching them slow dance together at the dance two days later was just about the cutest thing everyone had ever seen. Two years later, they're still going strong. But neither would wish such a complicated, rough start on anyone.
So with her heart rate exceeding the laws of physics and her stomach threatening to explode, she tapped on the messenger app to the world's largest social media site and composed a message to the object of her affections. Edd watched with a knowing smile. 15 minutes later, she put her phone away.
"Well?," Edd asked.
"We're going to see a movie on Saturday."
"It's a start."
"It's a super start," she grinned.
He picked her up on Saturday and brought more tomatoes for her mother. Her father glowered at the taller male as best he could. And she willed the wild animals in her core to settle down. They went to a movie, got dinner at a diner on the edge of town and then went to skip rocks and talk at Peach Creek Lake.
When he brought her back home, her heartbeat ran away and straight into his arms. It was a simple kiss goodnight, but the caramel Princess was suddenly very much in something. And so was the basketball playing farmer.
"Will Princess Angela be free to dance next Saturday?," he asked breathlessly.
He had to see her again.
"NO!," came her father's voice from the other side of the door. Then they heard a loud pop, followed by him cursing a blue streak in English as her mother opened the door.
"She'll be free, Son," Liz told them before shutting the door again and going off on her husband in French.
The next Saturday, as Kevin and Edd took a two year anniversary spin on the dance floor, Angela and Rolf took their first.
And as the thundering bass coming through the DJ's speakers matched her heartbeat, his ran away to hers. And two heartbeats became one. And it was super.
