Page 89 of The Prom Queen Project
“See you tomorrow, Princess,” he drawled.
I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.Oh, no.Why did I let myself think about his face? His smooth skin. Those piercing blue eyes that pulled me under with every glance. The way his cupid’s bow framed his lips so perfectly. They looked so soft. Without thinking, I touched my own lips. Theyfeltsoft.Shit. I was spiraling. I needed to snap out of it, but my mind was already tangled in thoughts of him. And then, like a bucket of cold water, reality hit me—I hadn’t told him about the party.
“Oh, wait!” I yelled into the speaker. “I almost forgot to tell you.”
“That I’m extremely charming and handsome? I already know.”
Yes.“Abercrombie,” I deadpanned. “Seriously.”
“Fine. What is it?”
“Ryan’s having a party this Friday. I thought it would be a good idea to go for Prom Queen campaigning and stuff. Did you wanna come or…?” The line crackled as silence filtered through the air. “You don’t have to. I was just—”
“No!” he shouted back. “I’ll go. I mean, I’m not one for parties, but I’ll do it…for you.”
“For me?”
“You’re my Princess. So yeah, for you.”
“YourPrincess?”
“Do you want me to come or not?”
“Yeah, but I don’t understand—”
“You deserve to be treated like a Princess. Just accept it. Kay?”
“Kay.”
I was his Princess. And he was my Prince.
So yeah. I definitely had to tell him how I felt.
No. Fucking. Way.
“No.” I shook my head. “No way I’m getting on a motorcycle.”
“Surprise.” Elliot smiled a cheeky grin.
“Dude, I’m wearing a dress and…and this is insane!”
“Catch.”
I held up my hand just in time to catch the motorcycle helmet he tossed my way. I stood frozen, feet rooted to the pavement, staring at the glint of light reflecting off the silver plating. My gaze was trained on the metal death trap in front of me.Jesus.What would my parents say if they saw this? Elliot swung a leg over the seat, sliding the helmet onto his head.
“Look, Abercrombie…there’s no way in hell—”
He revved the engine with a flick of his wrist.
“You getting on or are you planning to walk the whole way?”
I frowned as I cautiously climbed onto the back of the bike. Never in a million years had I imagined myself riding a motorcycle with my fake boyfriend, yet here I was.
“You kill me, and you’re dead.”
“That’s not how it works, but okay.”
I squeezed my eyes shut as I slipped the helmet on top of my hair. Hesitantly, I draped my arms around his torso. Elliot’s fingers gently grazed my forearm as he pulled me closer, tightening my grip on his waist.
