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Monarchy under a Complete Jerk

Chapter 2: Expect the Unexpected

That was the first time I've done that to him. Darien I mean. I've never been so careless with what I say or do with him. Never. Ever. See, there's this thing with me and guys. I don't touch them, they stay away from me. Unfortunately, Darien seems to be an exception to this case. Okay, so he has the greatest build and whatever. But he just can't stop bothering me. He is just about the only person I could ever dislike in the world. And I don't just dislike him; I'm scared of him too. You see, this goes all the way back to the time when we were children. We lived in the same apartment complex back then, and even thought I don't want to admit it, I used to think he was really cute. He was always the nicest to me and he would share everything with me. There wasn't a person in the world that I could've been happier with as my best friend. But then everything changed when his parents passed away in that car crash. It was raining and they were driving through a mountain road when some lunatic sped by and knocked them off the side, and the car skidded and flew right off the cliff. It was a miracle he survived. I was so relieved that day he came back. I was walking up the stairs to his apartment and I saw him at his door. I yelled his name with happy tears in my eyes and rushed to him to give him a hug but he only sprung out his arm and hit me across my chest. Hard. I fell back down the stairs and landed on my head. And ever since then, he has been pretty cold. I'm guessing he was in a good mood today because he wasn't exactly too mean to me.

Still deep in my thoughts, I hurried along the street and eventually crashed into something. Embarrassed, I thought it was another wall or pole or some other permanently stable object but when I was about to walk away, a masculine voice said, "For Christ's sake meatball head, can you not hit me or hurt me in any way just for one day?" Yes, I recognized that voice. And then, my nose picked up a scent. A rather nice smelling scent might I add. But it was familiar all the same. It was the Darien smell. I don't know how I came to know how he smelled but I do. And boy does he smell good.

"Are you listening to me? Or are you still daydreaming about my wonderful stomach muscles?" he said mocking me.

Surprised at his very last comment, I recovered my posture quickly and said, "Gee, I'm sorry Mr. Chiba. But where is your fan club of ladies? I don't see them admiring your nice stomach—" and in that instant, my hands clamped against my mouth.

Darien stared at me, shocked for a moment before he chuckled, somewhat evilly I might say. Soon, that chuckle became a loud laugh, and before you knew it, the almighty Darien Chiba, owner of the apartment complex, was on the pavement, clutching his stomach and trying to breathe between guffaws. Soon, he was clutching onto my leg, trying to say something, but never getting anywhere past the first syllable. I tried walking off of this embarrassing scene, but he just hung on tighter, still laughing. I dragged him all the way back to the arcade to find Andrew.

Darien eventually didn't have enough energy to hold onto my leg any longer so I just left him in a heap in the middle of the arcade floor. Being the understanding person he is Andrew automatically presented me with a glass of water, which I (gladly) poured over Darien's face. He sputtered a bit, and then just continued on laughing. People were starting to shoot me weird looks now, and one daring and o-so-charming young man decided that this was the time to tell me to put the "crazy man on the floor" into an insane asylum. Was he still laughing at me? It wasn't that funny.

I massaged my throbbing temples with my fingers and sighed. What to do...what to do...

At this point, Andrew decided to clear his throat and ask me what the hell happened to his best friend. I smacked my forehead and growled in frustration.

"Get this guy some help, Andrew! He is, after all, your best friend," I shot a pleading look into his green eyes and then turned on my heel and quickly walked out of the building.

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My feet quickly carried me home, and soon, I was in the comforts of my wonderful room. I sighed again. So I think his abs are nice. So what? It's nothing to laugh about. Especially like that. It was such a disgrace. That was the one time I was ever so embarrassed to be around him. Yes, he was immature at times, but he would always be able to keep up his posture when it really mattered. Like when we were inside the most popular hangout place in the whole neighborhood. I stared at my white desk. My head dropped onto the wood. Thunk. Thunk, thunk, thunk. I wonder if anybody came for him with a strait jacket yet.

Suddenly, my phone rang annoyingly in my pocket. I groaned and pulled out the device, flipping it open. "You have 1 text message" it said. Curious, I pressed the confirm button and stared at the unfamiliar number. Who sent me this thing....?

"You know you think I'm sexy Serena. Why don't you just admit it?"

My cheeks warmed against my wishes as I suddenly realized exactly who sent me this msg and exactly what he was talking about. I stored the number (for future prank calling I guess) and shut off my phone.

Yes, sexy, sexy Darien. Ha! Maybe in his next lifetime.

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Yes! Chapter 2 finished. It's still pretty short—sorry about that—but for a Stuyvesant student; I really can't accomplish much during my procrastination hours (which totals up to about an hour and a half per night).

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