As Planned

What?

I just look at Beatrice for around half a minute, trying to understand if she's being serious or not. She just crosses her arms and looks at me with her big blue eyes, waiting for an answer.

If we are being serious, the truth is that even I don't have that answer for myself. I don't know why she generates so many feelings in me, so much rejection… But I don't want to be serious with her.

Why? I simply don’t feel like it. So I’ll give her the simplified, assholish answer.

"Because you're weird," I say, opening my arms in surrender. I can tell she wasn't expecting that because she takes a literal step back, "You're very weird, and you're practically harassing me right now. I don't like being forced to do anything, but you looked me in the face and took a stance against me that first day we met, when you told me I would marry you even if I didn’t want it. In my opinion, that was a declaration of war. I don't like you because you're a fucking princess who has no business bein