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Chapter one
Royal Pains: Rewrite!
I'm Prince of England, and I can do anything
“It’s great that you could come, James.” Marie gushed, suddenly appearing and clutched his right arm, so hard it wrinkled his black tux. He pulled out of her locked embrace and his eyebrows were drawn together.
“Marie.” James greeted coldly, not happy to see her again, “I didn’t know you’d be here.”
“Well your mother had said-” She looked over her shoulder to see the queen shaking her head violently and motioned to cut it out. James sneaked a glance at his mother; his hair was cut so it was out of his face, revealing his striking green eyes. “-that you missed me.”
“Why would I miss you?” He snarled, placing his drink on a passing waitress’s plate. “I don’t usually miss a girl who cheats on me. Let alone with my best friend.” Marie’s brown eyes filled with tears, her blond hair swept out of her face. Always the drama queen... James thought, “Why don’t you just go back to France, there’s enough drama in my life without you in it.” It was late, and he was a bit drunk, but he still walked away from the party, already sick off it.
James unlocked the door to the truck, swung it open and climbed in. He rested his forehead on the steering wheel and let his thoughts run through his head for a moment. He turned on his car, and sped off.
That’s when she was confronted with a pair of bright head lights, and the screeching of tires.
And suddenly everything went black in her sight.
“FUCK!” James swore, and ripped his seat belt off and opened the door with surprising speed. He looked at the fallen girl on the road, and looked left and right and saw that she had been walking to her car. He swore again before kneeling before the girl. Her eyes were shut, but her fairly toned skin shone in the headlights of his truck and her hair was messy, and her arms were curled around her stomach. James rolled up his sleeves and tucked his arms behind her neck and legs and lifted her bridal style. James grunted and opened the door with one of his hands and seated her in the passenger’s seat and strapped her in, and then he realized what he was doing.
“Am I seriously going to bring this stranger home?” He muttered to himself, looking over the girl again. She was actually very pretty, but what was she doing in a graveyard? James just shook his head and shut the door and rounded to the driver’s seat, and started the engine again. He continued his route back to the castle.
She screamed and screamed and clutched the blanket to her chest.
James ran out of the bathroom and into the bedroom topless, revealing his toned chest for her to stare at.
“What the bloody hell are you screaming for woman?” He asked, running his hand through his wet hair, glaring at the girl. She gaped at him,
“Why?! Are you serious? I wake up from being hit by a stupid truck to finding myself in someone’s bed and changed into clothes that aren’t me and you’re asking me why I’m screaming?!” Kristen snarled, lifting the heavy blanket off her. She tried to sit up but gasped at the pain in her side. James walked over to her side to pull the covers back on her and lay her back down.
“You were hit in the side by my truck.. I’m sorry but you’ll have to stay here for the day.” James explained and pointed to a new set of girl clothes, “You can change into those.”
“I don’t even know you!” Kristen muttered loudly, and James raised his eyebrow.
“I don’t look familiar?” He asked in wonder. She’s British! Of course she would know who he is!
“Not a bit.” She shot back, obviously irritated. He rolled his eyes.
“I’m James.” He held out his hand for her to shake, but she ignored it.
“And James why didn’t you take me to the hospital? I mean seriously,” Kristen lifted the hem of her shirt to check on the bruise, which at this point was huge, “It looks like someone beat me!”
“Why do you ask so many questions?” James opened his white closet door that matched nicely with the peach colored walls, making the room look like it was meant for royality…
Whoa wait a minute! Kristen thought for a moment, and looked over James once more, before covering her mouth and muffling another scream, but James hurried over with a black long sleeved shirt in his hand and croutching by the side of the bed,
“What’s hurting? I can send someone to help-” Kristen shook her head furiously.
“You’re- You’re… the prince!” She gasped, wide eyed. James smiled and shrugged,
“It took you a while.”
“But- but-” She stuttered, and pointed at his face, “What the hell were you thinking?!” She sat up quickly and ignored the pain, she was too angry.
“What?”
“You heard me! What is wrong with you? Hitting girls with your car, taking them to your damn castle and changing them, and putting them into a bed with you, all while they’re unconscious? What the hell! For all I know you could have raped me!”
“I didn’t rape you!” Kristen opened her mouth to say something, but James covered her mouth with his hand, “And enough with your questions! Lemme ask some!” Kristen crossed her arms across her chest and glared. “What’s your name?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Of course you can!”
“Ok correction: I won’t tell you.” James ran a hand over his face, frustrated.
“You’re a really stubborn girl.”
“I try.” There was a knock on the door, and James got up from the floor and opened it to revel a large black man with a raised eyebrow.
“So.” The man started, leaning against the doorway, “You brought home a girl.” He looked over James shoulder to get a look at Kristen, “Oh look she’s going through shock about how bad the sex was- OW!” James punched him hard in shoulder.
“We didn’t sleep together, you asshole. I slept on the couch and she got the bed.”
“And why’d you bring her here?” Kristen started to get and grabbed the clothes set next to her and walked into the bathroom and coughed lightly, and they both looked at her and she blushed.
“I’m going to take a shower now…” she stated quietly. They nodded, and she gave them a threatening look, “You open that door and I swear your ability to reproduce will be over, you hear me?” They nodded again, clearly amused. Kristen rolled her eyes and stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. They continued their conversation in hushed tones.
“Adrian you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone she’s here!”
“But James-”
“But nothing!”
“Maria is downstairs and she wants to see you.” James made a face in disgust,
“Tell her to leave. I’m NOT going to see her.” Adrian nodded,
“I tried to tell her to leave and she kept saying that I didn’t know what I’m talking about, that you WANT to see her.” They rolled their eyes in unison and grinned, and did their funny little hand shake, “Alright man, I’ll see you in a bit.” James nodded and closed the door behind him. He rested his forehead against the door frame and heard the water stop in the bathroom.
“Fuck I don’t have any underwear!” James heard her say in the bathroom.
“Just wear the ones you wore last night.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“Well if you think I’m going to go out and get some for you you’re way wrong.” James heard her sigh in defeat behind the door and he smirked.
The door opened a few minutes later with Kristen walking out with her new pair of clothes and wet hair.
“Well.” She started, looking at James, “I best be leaving then.”
“What?” He asked, shocked, “I don’t even know your name!”
“And it’s best that way.” Kristen started for the door, grabbing her old clothes and jacket from the floor when James lightly grabbed her arm.
“Please? You’re name?” He asked politely. She rolled her blue eyes but gave in,
“Kristen.” James nodded.
“I hope you know I’m going to find you again.” James warned, and Kristen smirked.
“Wanna bet?” She questioned, and he laughed.
“Alright. If I find you in 2 weeks, I get a date with you.” She raised her eyebrows, and he shrugged, “And if I don’t find you in those two weeks, you’re welcome to come back here and I’ll take you out to dinner…” James grinned and Kristen scowled.
“How about if you don’t find me in 2 weeks I have the privilege of living without your presence and if you do find me you take me on a date?” James shrugged then nodded. “Fine. Well, good bye you’re highness.” Kristen said sarcastically. James shuddered.
“DON’T call me that. I’m not my father. It’s just...” James sighed, “James.” Kristen raised an eyebrow and shrugged.
“Well good luck.” She closed the door behind her, and James whispered
“Won’t need it.” He looked up at the camera on his nightstand and smiled and grabbed it and looked at the picture of Kristen awake. “I’m the prince of England,” he muttered, “I can do anything…”
