The Bad Boy's Princess

Suspicions & Excuses

"So, how do you think your girl is doing this fine morning?"

"It's half past noon, so it's the afternoon, and she's probably doing homewo-" I glare at him as I realize what he made me say. "She's not 'my girl' and she's probably doing whatever the fuck she wants,"

Caleb grins but doesn't say anything.

On que, my family's main butler, Jarvis, comes in.

"There's someone here for you Alec," he tells me leading Caleb and I to the main foyer.

I don't typically get visitors. Scratch that, I do. I have girls here one after the other, but haven't recently.

In the foyer stands Sasha, holding school books and looking like she hasn't slept.

"Hey hey! Speak of the devil," Caleb says and walks closer to Sasha.

"You guys were talking about me?" She asks, with the innocent look that always sits in her face, even when she's annoying me.

"What do you want?" I say, but it comes out rude. "Sorry, uh, whats up?"

"I need help with something from English and you're in my class," she responds. Something's off with her.

"Anna is in our class couldn't you see her?"

"She was busy..." She says back.

"I'm not the smartest, and I haven't started my homework, but I'll help," I tell her and Caleb starts to leave.

"I'll leave you two alone," he winks suggestively and leaves.

Leading Sasha back to my room, I ask what she needs, but she is distracted.

"What assignment do you need help with?"

She stares blankly down at the stairs below in front of her.

"Hey, Shorty! I'm talking to you," I say louder, flicking the side of her head playfully.

"Hey Dick! I'm talking to you," she mimics me, punching my arm.

I almost say "ow" but catch myself and grimace instead. She holds a strong punch. She notices my face and looks up at me, concerned.

"Oh god did I hurt you? I'm so sorry!"

"You've deeply wounded me, sorry but I refuse to have contact with a rude person like you," I say, sarcastically.

"No!" She grabs my arm just as I enter my room. "Sorry, I need help..." She apologizes when I stop and look at her.

"Ok..." I say eyeing her as I go to sit down on the couch.

Her petite frame follows shortly and she puts her books down on the ottoman spreading out the various notes and worksheets.

Fun.

Why did I agree to do this?

"Ok so what did you need help with?" I ask, looking at her. She's staring down in her lap, distracted again.

I tug a strand of her hair and her head snaps up. "Sorry what?"

I repeat myself and she glances at me, sheepishly.

I look at her expectedly.

"I actually don't need help. I just brought my stuff to look like I did. I-"

"You could've just said you needed whatever you're here for now, and a call or text telling me you're coming would've been nice," I say, smiling. "Ok so why did you come?"

She sighs before speaking.

"I just have had a lot on my mind lately. I do have questions though. What would you do if you felt like someone was cheating on someone?"

"Whoa 0-100 real quick, princess," I say playfully.

She glares at me.

"Ok well I would investigate, duh. Mind telling me who this person is?"

"Uhm," she shifts, almost looking uncomfortable.

"It's fine if you don-"

"It's my mom," she blurts a my eyes widen.

"Oh well, I don't know her but you said she was on a business trip right? You mentioned it sometime and that she's coming back today?"

"She changed it to next week. I have my reasons to suspect it. I called last night after her not keeping in touch and someone was talking in the background. She was awfully distracted and didn't even act like she wanted to talk to me which is weird because she's always been there for me. I mean you've got to understand why I'm so upset, she's been the one I trust, besides my father, to care for me especially after the-" she stops her rambling and stares at me with wide eyes, like a deer caught in headlights.

We stare at each other for a few minutes until I realize she is waiting for me to give me advice.

"Well, I'm not the best when it comes to these things, but I'd investigate. Sherlock Holmes that shit. Call her frequently throughout the week and slither in things that may get her to admit. And if you haven't gotten your beliefs confirmed, go further into depth when she gets home. Also, I wouldn't recommend getting your father involved until absolutely necessary," I tell her, trying my best to give good advice. I look at her curiously, wondering why she cut off what she was going to say.

"You seem like you have a lot on your mind, you can tell me if you want," I tell her, honestly. "I swear and promise I won't tell anyone. Like a 'swomise' a swear and a promise,"

She just looks at me like she's thinking hard but at the same time will explode if she doesn't share what she wants to.

"Nah I shouldn't have come here," she says almost as if she wants to be here but feels bad for coming.

"It's fine, but how did you even get on the property?"

"I followed a car in before the gates could close," she responds.

"We need better security," I mumble.

"But I actually need help with math," she says honestly.

"Ugh," I groan. "That's my least favorite subject, so don't expect me to be able to help much," I tell her scratching the back of my neck sheepishly.

"That's fine, I just want to stay here," she says, not realizing what she said. I smirk at her.

"Uh its a really nice house, duh," she says as an excuse.

I laugh softly and look at the math shit in front of me.

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