Christabel's secret

Next morning, waking up as always,I quickly went into the bathroom to freshen up and return after a few minutes with towel wrap around me,I opened the big wardrobe which has four ranks, the top has some of my party wear mainly Ball gowns and the second my outfit and the third my home dress and the last my footwear,I selected a blue ripped jeans and a plain white armless crop top and a blue jean jacket with a matching white sneakers,I wore them,I sat down on the dressing stool, packing My hair in a simple ponytail, drawing One of the drawer besides the dressing table which contains some of my jewelry,to my surprise to find two red boxes there.

"What's this"I asked inwardly bringing it out and a piece of Note fell to the floor, I bent to pick it up.

"Sorry for leaving without informing you, hope you like our gifts"was bodly written on the note I smile after reading it.opening the two boxes one has a beautiful but simple diamond necklace and the other a heart shape gold necklace.

" simple but speak Richie''s, just My style"I thought inwardly wearing the gold one with a satisfactory smile,I put my notebook inside my back pack and grab my car key and phone on the desk and head downstairs to the sitting room.Charles was already all dressed up in a white Big t-shirts and Electro Bondage Rave Gothic Cyber Chain Goth Jeans Punk Rock Pants with a pocket Prada black faux leather boots, he look so damn beautiful, without his short hair and dressing he can be mistaken as a girl, he Sat on one of the cushion and working with his laptop as always.

I stood there Lost in My own thoughts.

He slowly raise his black eyes with a single blink that can drove anyone crazy.

"Anything?"he asked rudely as always.

"Uh-mmm Good morning"I greeted.

"Is heartbreaking that such beauty is wasted on this a**hole,fake"I thought inwardly with a scoff before walking to the fridge,then opening it and take out glass jug filled with lemonade ,grabbing a glass from the dinning table, pouring the lemonade Into the glass, slowly gulping it down and put away the glass and the lemonade before taking an apple from the fruit bowl in the middle of the dinning table,then to the kitchen to get a plate and knife ,I pull out a seat and Sat down to peel the apple , after peeling I began to eat when the door bell rang twice but Charles who was just a few steps to the door ignored it.

"Hey, someone is At the door, c....."

"Not my problem"he said nonchalantly cutting me short

Burning up in anger ,I close my eyes and take a deep breath to calm my self "you can't lose yourself Alison"I said to my self getting up to answer the door . reaching the door I turned on the video intercom.

"A delivery guy,I didn't order anything did that punk order anything?"I muttered glaring at him before opening the door.

The delivery guy Looking At me with his mouth open in bewilderment immediately he set his eyes on me.

"How can I help you?"I asked

"Eh-mmm Did Mr Charles live here?"he asked lowering his head In Embarrassment.

"Yes" I replied.

"Here are the food he ordered"he said handing the food package to me and gave me something to sign.

"Remember to rate me"he added before leaving.closing the door behind him I Walk back to my apple passing Charles.

"Hey that's my...."

"Not My problem"a said with a grin reaching to the dinning and I realize my apple has turned slightly brown, clenching My fist and blowing out air in annoyance,I pick up the plate with apple and walk to where he seated.

I stood there for some minutes glaring at him and probably if look can kill he will be 6 feet under, but he ignored me as if I was a ghost,I drop the plate with apple loudly on the glass center table.

"Fake"I added walking to the dinning, quickly pick my bag and phone not forgetting the food and leave the house in angst,I threw my back pack and the food package into the car.

"Really, what an big jerk"I said in frustration before entering the car and drove out of the house in full speed.

Meanwhile Charles was still trying to understand what transpired.

"What's wrong with her?"he asked the empty room taking up the plate,he threw the apple in the bin before putting the plate away . gathering his things and leave for the bus station.

The time he arrives , the bus was about to leave,he ran quickly into the bus before the door could close,he closes his eyes and exhale, all the people gaze Fall on him with their mouth drop.

He slowly open his eyes and all the girls in the bus threw their hand to their mouth to prevent them from gaping loudly. ignoring All the girls signals and stunts and the boys glare he went and sat beside a crying girl dressed in a red gown at the back all the gaze and glare never left him.

"HI"the girl greated in teary voice sniffing back her tears.

He stared at the girl for some minutes before digging his hand into his pocket and brought out a handkerchief and gave it to the girl.

"Thanks"the girl appreciated collecting and wipe her face.

"My name is Cherry"she Introduced with a false smile but Charles being Charles ignored her.

The bus stop in front of Standford university , Charles alighted walking away when he a voice called his name from behind.

He turned to see the girl he met on the bus running towards him.

"Charles,I will wash your handkerchief and send it to you"she said.

Not surprise how she knew his name because everyone in Standford knows him for his beauty and intelligence.

"No need,I....."

"Wow, amazing " a voice interrupted him from behind .

"Blake!" Cherry called the guy in shock.

"Isn't it amazing,I broke up with you just a few minutes ago and you are already showing your real face, you bitch"he said raising a hand to slap her but Charles held it midway before returning it with a mighty punch forcing him to the ground and every girl stop to witness the event wishing they where in the girls shoes.

"Showing your strength to girls"he said feeling disgusted .

"And for you"he said with a cold expression as always turning to face Cherry.

"A friend of mine once said "you should end a relationship if it always makes you suffer and unbearable""he said before walking away , All the girls tried to talk to him but he gave them the same cold expression as always.

***Stanford university school of medicine***

Driving into the school parking lot in a full speed,I pick my bag and the package before alighting the car and slam the door in anger.

"That car did nothing to you"Christabel said from behind.

My anger replace with a smile, turning to look at Christabel who is dress in in blue pleated high waisted denim mini skirt and a white armless crop top with a blue jean jacket and a black knee boots and her hair losen.

"WOW, But what's the unhappy face?"I asked realizing her sad expression.

"I need to talk to you"she said entering my car and followed her back in.

"Any problem?" I asked .

Exhaling sadly he look at me with the look of some who's about to reveal a dark secrets.

"Promise you won't tell anyone"she said.

"You have my word".

She open her bag and brought out something that looks like a credit card.

"What's that?"I asked and she reluctantly hand it to me.

"I promise I won't t...." My eyes widen with my mouth drop in shock.

"What?!", this is unbelievable, you are a royalty?"I said flabbergasted looking at the royal ID card in my hand.

"Keep your voice down "she said in low tune.

"You never told me you are a princess not to mention you are from San Francisco?"I asked in a low tone.

"Well,I wanted to tell you when you told me you are the Jones's heiress but I thought it wasn't necessary"she answered.

"Why?"I asked noticing a bit of sadness in her voice.

"Well, It All started when my father wants to marry my mom"she said exhaling before resuming.

"My grandparents forbade my father from marrying my mom due to she is non Royal but my dad stubbornly gave up his title as the crown prince and married my mom leaving San Francisco to California ".

"Wow, but why are you worried?"I asked again .

"That's not the end of the story "she replied.

"I was sickly when I was One,so... My parents sent me to live with my grandparents,I grew up with them, My aunt and uncle took me as their younger sister, when grandpa want to choose a successor, my uncle who rooted the royal tradition flew to Korea,got married with two sons and my aunt refuses to be tortured by tradition escape to Mexico leaving I the only option to be the successor,I wanted to decline but my father said I should accept to save our family the shame".

"What a weird family "I said flabbergasted.

"You think so?"she asked and i nod my head in response and she began to laugh which gradually turn to crying.

"Are you okay?"I asked pulling her into a hug.

"My grandpa is---is D-dead"she said amidst tears.