Chapter Twelve
Thank god for sane people!
I mean, seriously. I didn't think that this kid could be any weirder, but ha! She's proved me wrong!
She kept giving me these really weird looks all through dinner and didn't even touch her filet. Which, you know is kind of rude and everything since I'm paying; the least the freak can do is eat it instead eating all the bread. Leave some for us! Geez!
And she hasn't touched the champagne I order just for her… well kind of. She just taken these tiny sips of it before excusing herself to the bathroom and get this, with a book in hand. Who the hell takes a notebook and pen to the bathroom? Her, obviously.
Little freak.
And she was gone for ages and when she came back she acted even weirder and she kept trying to shift away from me for some reason.
And her knees are really bony, though Matt has pointed out that without her uniform, you can see her legs really well and not to mention her butt and hey, her legs, they're kind of hot! Though it is a pity about her knees, they ruined a perfectly good set of legs. And her butt is fairly hot too!
I wonder if I'll be able to get my hands on it tonight.
And then on Monday, with Moscovitz in hearing range I'll tell everyone about what a hot arse the Princess of Genovia has. That'll send Moscovitz over the edge. Ha!
Anyway we had to leave soon after that, you know for the dance, though really I didn't want to go. I wanted to see if I could convince the princess into us going and finding a nice corner somewhere and having a good make-out session so I could get a real feel of those long legs of hers, but the kid was up and almost out the door before I even had a chance to suggest it.
I did get to put my arms around her though. It's a good thing she is so close to my height because, I have to admit, my balance was a little off after all the champagne I had consumed, but whatever, I was in the back of my Dad's car soon enough (her bodyguard was driving!) and I had time between there to school to sober up a bit again.
Speaking of which, what do ya know, they actually turned up!
It's amazing what one little phone call to one of my dad friend's who works for the Times can do. And it looks like there is more than the Times who have turned up. Fantastic!
Uh oh, what the hell is she freaking out about now?
