Hey! I'm sorry for not updating sooner! My classes are kicking my butt, and they're doing it well! But here's chapter 12!
Chapter 12
As soon as the door was locked, and we were alone, Alek's emerald green eyes were all I could see. They reflected a fire that revealed a determination I didn't think his princeliness possessed, but it shocked me a bit. The wall I'd built around my heart and emotions when my Da had died lost a few bricks in his gaze. His beautiful, warm, emerald gaze…
I took a few steps back, shaking myself out of his gaze, and emotionally placing those lost bricks back in their places.
"Blisters, your princeliness. You don't need to be in my face. I have my space, too, ye know." I informed, my Scottish lilt surfacing a bit at the end.
His eyes narrowed and his mouth pursed into a straight line across the lower part of his mouth. The way he did it gave him a royally displeased air, and I wasn't happy about it.
"I don't believe you deserve the space you think you do, Dylan." He sneered, giving an extra push on my name. My Scottish temper flared at his tone despite him being a prince.
"Look here, you bum-rag. I don't know wha' yer problem is, but it won' kill ye to be not so daft." The angrier I got, the more my accent came out, and it wasn't the prettiest sounding lilt in the world, but it usually got the point across.
And by the way his eyes got big and he looked surprised, I think my point was there.
Taking advantage of the silence, I took the chance to survey the scene of the crime, (even though I already knew…)
The stall walls had stark white toilet paper strewn about them, over, under, around. The spotless white urinals had water leaking out of them (don't barking ask me, I don't know what I did.), and the grand finale, the barking topping to the cake?
The seats to the toilets from the toilet paper stalls were glued barking high up on the granite walls.
I turned back to meet Alek's undecipherable emerald gaze, which had been glued to my back as I looked around.
"Who did this?" I wondered aloud to him, pretending to be innocent to all of the barking genius going on around us.
His eyes shot to slits in an instant.
His face once again invaded mine and all I could see was his warm eyes.
Stop it, Deryn Sharp. You can't do this. You're a barking ninny. I mentally berated myself.
"You ninny," I shoved him away, hard.
He stumbled backwards, his boots making loud, clicking noises on the linoleum floor of the head.
He threw his arms out wide, trying to stabilize his balance. He quickly regained it, and, to save himself from looking too daft, pretended to straighten out the wrinkles in his wrinkle-free white button up shirt.
"You dare push Prince Aleksander von Hohenburg?" his voice was low and dangerous. But the ninny didn't realize I could be too.
"Do ye barking want me to do it again? I'm not afraid to fight ye, ye daft prince." my voice and posture matching his.
This time, when he got in my face, I didn't feel anything when I looked in his green eyes.
My fist balled at my sides and feet spread apart and ready to spring, I was ready for anything he had.
"Sorry. Am I interrupting anything? I really do need to speak with Dylan."
Who is this mysterious speaker? Is it Newkirk? Aurora? A new character? Hopefully, I'll write soon because I bet y'all wanna know! I mean, I know who it is, but y'all don't. Okay, I'm done bragging. Let me know what y'all think! (Yes, yes, I know. I say y'all. I am a Southerner. It happens when I'm tired.) Anyway, night. Peace! Enjoy!