Someday My Prince Will Come (epic love story)

Someday My Prince Will Come (epic love story) by sarah faith Read Free Book Online

Book: Someday My Prince Will Come (epic love story) by sarah faith Read Free Book Online
Authors: sarah faith
tomorrow by the fountain outside the library, ok?"
     
    For a moment, Arianne looked doubtful. She was still looking straight into my eyes and it was making me feel a little bit let's not go there! I could see her struggling with herself in them. Like she was having an inward battle of whether or not to say yes, or no.
     
    "Fine!" She suddenly said, a little louder than expected. So I was right. She was battling. "I'll go. What time?" " 2:30." I said enthusiastically. I felt like a little boy who just received a puppy. I grinned broadly and, as much as I didn't want to, I let go of her shoulders. "Goodnight, Arie."
     
    "'Night."
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 9
     
    Arianne
     
    When Freddie pulled my arms and I could feel the warmth traveling through my cold body, I knew I was fair game. NO matter how much I thought that I didn't want to talk to him, the reality of my feelings overcame my emotions. Every stinking time! Freddie kept pulling me closer, like he was going to kiss me, then stopped. My heart secretly sank. I wouldn't look at him; I had made up my mind; until he started pleading. Begging me to look into his eyes! That was it. I hoped it didn't show, but as soon as our eyes linked, there was that instant connection. Like a magnet
     
    "There we go. Not so bad right?" Freddie said softly and in spite of myself I smiled. It was cute how he was always trying to say things to make everything better. "Look," He began again, "I have to see you. More than just passing through the hall, or in class"
     
    "Freddie" I was going to tell him how much I wanted him to leave me alone but he cut me off.
     
    "No, no. Really, Arianne. Please?" Aww, there he was begging me again! "Meet me tomorrow by the fountain outside the library, ok?"
     
    I knew the doubt of if trusting him was a good idea or not, showed on my face. Why should i? Just because I always felt happy around him? Just because when I looked into those 'jungle like eyes' I felt myself resisting the pull between us? Just because when he smiled, I went weak at the knees? I was having an inward battle. My heart was literally singing, GO! But my always 'do things by the book' mind was screaming in protest.
     
    Yes, no? No, yes? I don't know!!!
     
    "Fine!" I said, a little too exuberantly. I hoped Freddie didn't notice. "I'll go. What time?"
     
    The change in his entire appearance was immediate. Delight filled every cranny of him as he grinned. "2:30." He then looked at his hands, still on my shoulders and carefully removed them. Yeah, thanks. Shoulda done that before they sucked the life out of me. "Goodnight Arie." He said finally.
     
    "Night." I closed the door. I walked to my bed. I closed my eyes. I tried to sleep, but to no avail. All I could think about was meeting my prince charming tomorrow in eleven and a half hours. UGH!
     
    ~
     
    The time came to leave for the courtyard. I had gone up to my room after my last class and decided to freshen up a smidgen. Don't ask me my reasons because, in truth, I didn't know myself. Ever since I had met Freddie, I had actually taken a care to how I looked. He had more than one affect on me.
     
    I took one last glance at myself in my trusty mirror, and actually convinced myself that I didn't look half bad. I was wearing skinny jeans with a few tatters in the knee and a cranberry colored t-shirt covered by a black vest. My hair was down, falling in wavy cascades over my shoulders, make-up light but effective. I decided to wear blat 'Tom's' instead of converse, and then I stuffed everything I needed into a little wallet. Driver's License, College ID, Cash, Debit Card. Why carry a purse if you aren't on your monthly blessing???
     
    As I walked out of my door, I put my wallet in my back pocket. My breaths were coming short, and I was nervous as heck. I prayed I didn't sweat; this makeup didn't go on easy and breezy.
     
    The fresh air hit my face with approval and I liked

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