Chapter 43: Chapter XIX Realization-2

"You're smart," I shook my head. "Not on paper," "You are fluent in three languages," "Not when writing it!" we had a blast. The ocean stayed warm until late the evening when the security team pulled us away, stating they didn't want sick royalty. We weren't entirely dry when we headed back to the hotel, having to fill the insides with towels. Our throats hurt with laughter as we teased each other, making silly assumptions and basically resorting back to our childish selves. It was a change of scenery to feel this free again and I was treasuring every moment of it. "This was a fun day," I admitted, staring out the window with an expression of awe. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves so much, tourists roaming every inch of the place while the locals seemed contempt with how their day was progressing. Still, it was strange to see so many people in swimsuits. As we rode past I spotted one of the local beaches. A massive crowd was formulating, a stage with a DJ booth standing tall on the beach. Coloured smoke rose up over the people, music blaring while people were dancing. I had never been at a beach party before. I looked towards Alejandro with an excited question, pleading eyes. He sighed and looked over me at the crowd before slowly nodding his head. "Why not? Driver, please stop the car," we parked near the beach and he escorted me down to the crowd. We had put on sunglasses but with this crazy amount of people and lights blinding, there was almost no way we'd get recognized. I grabbed his hand and dragged him a little ways into the crowd, my excitement taking over as I danced like a maniac. I didn't know how to dance in these kinds of situations. Give me a choreographed routine and I'll do it, but this? Swinging my hips felt so strange yet surprisingly pleasant. Alejandro felt and looked awkward but soon joined my sad attempts at dancing. People bumped into each other and I was sent flying into Alexandro's arms. He could only laugh at my shocked expression, dancing with me in his arms. It felt strangely familiar. My mind went to Sarina and I remembered how we had danced under the moonlight in the park. It felt different back then, but it felt more satisfying last time. We had been alone and there were no eyes on us. It was personal and it had touched my heart. We had stared into each other's eyes and it was connecting. Now, with me being so short and everyone tugging at our sides, I could only lay my head on Alejandro's chest. It felt good to just move around a little, releasing built up tension I didn't know I possessed. But honestly, if I could, I would rather have Sarina in my arms than Alejandro. And that thought scared me. ♕♥ ♕♥ ♕ "My head is so sore. I wish they could've turned the music down a little," I groaned the next morning, Alejandro seated next to me as we rode towards the airport. "But you looked like you enjoyed yourself," I nodded in affirmation. "Indeed. It was a change of pace, and I enjoyed it. I had never done anything like that so it felt strange to be a part of something so large. I feel like I'm contributing to something," Alejandro smiled and scooted next to me, taking me into his arms for a hug as he gently patted my aching head. "One day, you will do much more and I can't wait to see you like that. You are strong and confident, but you don't believe in yourself. You should be a little less selfless and treat yourself," I chuckled at his words, shaking my loose hair against his chest. "Well, I'm basically on vacation now, aren't I?" he rolled his eyes in a sarcastic manner. "I guess so. So for the next week, you have to stop thinking about everything that's going to happen and just live in the moment. You deserve that much and more," I stayed quiet for a moment, internally shocked at how well he could read me. He barely knew me and could already tell what I was thinking about. Was I that easy to read? "Why are you so nice to me?" he scrunched up his face and chuckled at my question. "That's a strange question," "Well, I'm just someone you got stuck with because of our parents," he shook his head. "That's not true. I wouldn't just treat anyone like this," he smiled at me, but I furrowed my brows at him in question. "Well, I kind of wanted to get to know the Princess who socketed her boyfriend so hard that she fractured her hand," I couldn't help but to laugh at his response, sitting up straight to regard to him. "Even princesses can get angry, pretty boy," he rolled his eyes, shaking his head at me in disbelief. "But not every princess has feelings for another girl," at his words, my face scrunched up in many different emotions. I felt confused and full of questions, but I also felt guilt and embarrassment. Why? Why did I feel like this at his silly tease? "Maybe you should climb down your high horse and come see reality," I responded, rolling my eyes in annoyance. "I already have," he stated, and I looked up at him with question. "I saw how you and Sarina are. I've seen friendships before, and you and Sarina aren't just besties. There's something between you two," I scoffed at his accusations. That's what they were, just accusations. None of it was true. I didn't have that sort of feelings for Sarina. I was sure of it. "No. No there isn't," I told him sternly, shaking my head. He shrugged his shoulders, looking at me innocently with a knowing glance. "Denial," he told me with a sly grin, his adorable nose scrunched up. That just proved it even more, didn't it? I thought Alejandro was good-looking and I was attracted to him and his personality. Sure, I don't think I'd ever want a real relationship with him because of our different livings. He was looking for a Queen, and I was looking for a King but they were for two different countries. And he was older than me. It would never work out between us, so I never let my mind drift to far from reality. So why was I so affected by his teasing? "I do not like Sarina! I don't even swing that way," I tried to make him understand how silly he was being, but he just gave me the same grin. "Maybe you need some time to think it over. I don't think you've realized your feeling before," this was getting ridiculous and I seriously disliked how he was convinced he knew me. He didn't, and he certainly wasn't going to if he kept accusing me of untruthful facts. I scoffed at him, turning my head away to look out of the window. I could still feel his gaze on me but I didn't dare meet it. My thoughts were jumbled as I regarded the beautiful island we were leaving, but I didn't even take the time to appreciate the sight. Instead my mind went to the other person Alejandro had made a victim of. Sarina wasn't like that anyway, so what did it help to even think about it? She was my friend, and she was always there for me. She cared for me and always listened to my problems, not once letting her own feelings get involved as she was unprejudiced. Sarina was the perfect person to have by my side. But was that all I truly wanted from her? The thought struck me light a bolt into my spine, my hand moving up to my lips to contain my gasp. I couldn't stop thinking about her and I had more than once admitted to myself of how beautiful I thought she was. She was elegant and amazing, and I didn't want to hurt her. I tried to keep my problems from her because I didn't want her involved. I cared for her greatly, more than I care to admit. I preferred her over Caleb and even Alejandro, and now I wasn't so sure of myself. I knew before that she wouldn't leave me and I trusted her more because she was open with me. But was that all? Was that the only reason why? I felt emotional and I couldn't understand why. I felt as if I had just uncovered a massive secret about someone I knew, just like when I discovered Caleb cheating on me. But this felt even worse. My heart was pounding and I wanted to cry but I couldn't understand why. I was happy and terrified and miserable all at once. Bloody hell, why did she have to be so perfect? "Alejandro?" I addressed, thankful that my voice didn't crack. I didn't look back at him as he responded to me. "Yes?" "You son of a bitch,"