AN: ok so here's the deal, I wrote this story, it had almost finished then my computer crashed and I lost it. A little advise for other fiction press writers, BACK UP YOUR WORK, I unfortunately didn't, and spent a lot of my holidays in tears, sad I know! Anyway so this story is somewhat based on my school life apart from the relationships. Please read and review flutters eyelids.
Don't you just hate stereotypes, like I'm a prep or I'm a Goth. How much easier would it be just to say, ' I'm me.' But no, my school is the worst for stereotypes, I mean the second you walk in, your labelled. Its different here though, it depends whether your from the aristocracy, I suppose I'm lucky, my parents are Lord and Lady Harlington, so I got left alone.
My best friend Venus, yes that's right Venus, didn't. Her father is an American artist, they are loaded but that isn't enough with these people. I hate the English aristocracy, I hate everything, well okay so I'm over-reacting somewhat, not everything, just most things. So it's the end of the summer holidays and I'm in my Mercedes being driven to school by my driver Carl.
So here's a bit about me, my name is Elizabeth Clemintine Harlington, I'm just staring sixth form this year so that make me sixteen. Arh, the teenage years, supposedly the best of your life eh? Bollocks in my opinion, the teenage years have got to be the worst, I mean come on, the pressure to be thin and beautiful? That can kill. Right?
My school Sloane Court school, that's right named after one of the best places for privet school teens to shop, Sloane Square. Is the most annoyingly conformist and politically smothering places to go to school. I wanted to go to drama school, but no, my parents, the ones paying for my snobbish and completely unappreciated education decided that I would go to the school they went to. So yes its mixed, but the boys that go there are so up them selves, I mean I actually heard them saying ' oh but my father owns more than yours and we are closest to the crown.' Oh god please, doesn't that make your knees weak, no I didn't think so, it has the exact same affect on me, makes me want to hurl quite honestly.
Anyway so I'm on the way to school, my windows down simple plan playing on the CD player loudly, of course, when I hear another one of their songs playing from outside. I sit up and try and fine the place from where the music is playing. I see it, the car next to us, a boy bobbing his head to the music, oh no, I know him, how could I not. He goes to my school, his names William, have you guessed yet, not just any William, it's prince William. I will allow you knees to weaken for about five seconds okay? Five…four…three…two…one… okay times up. Hears what he's really like, okay he is VERY good looking I can give you that much. But god, he's arrogant and self-adoring and honestly thinks himself gods gift to women. I mean every girl wants him at my school, and all the girls he thinks are fit he has slept with and then simply discarded until he wanted them again, and yes he's tried it on with me. And he got one of my best sarcastic, 'um sure wait I have to… no I don't have to do anything, although before I sleep with you I have to tell you one thing, um you can go fuck yourself I will NEVER sleep with you, okay.' I say smiling sweetly.
So anyway he sees me and gives me his ' I'm so fucking fit you know you want me' smiles and I simply give him the finger. He laughs and continues staring at me, I try and ignore him, but since we are stuck and a traffic jam its quite hard, so eventually I turn to him and say.
"Your highness, I was just wandering if you give everyone one you know that look, cause I thought I better tell you, you look positively…. Retarded.' Again I smile sweetly.
He laughs again, and smiles, but not his usual smile, this was is real and as much as I hate to admit it makes my knees shake.
"Lizzie, you are positively charming today, what's wrong honey is it that time of month again? But wait your like that constantly." He says smiling his usual fuckwit smile.
"William honey, did you forget your medication this morning I can see your erection from here." I say, and to my amusement he actually checks.
It's my turn to laugh, and laugh I do, loudly and over the top.
"You should never laugh like that it make you like somewhat like a baboons arse." He says.
"Well I may look like that when I laugh but you look like it all the like." I reply. This is often the case we usually have loud and very public slagging off matches.
"You know you want me." He says in a low seductive voice, I force myself to stop shivering and calm myself down.
"Go fuck yourself." I say.
"But it would be more fun if you joined in." he says.
"Dream on." I snort. Yes I actually snorted.
"I do." William said.
"Arsehole." I spit.
"Oh Lizzie, your so sexy when your angry." William says smirking.
"I've told you not to call me Lizzie." I say angrily.
"You know you love it." William smiles widely.
At that moment the car pulls away, and William leans out of the window and shouts.
"See you at school Lizzie!" he screams.