Chapter 1

Yrene's PoV

"Ah, Fuck it we're gonna be late! fifteen minutes and we're on, bitch!"

"Shut up Nene, you're giving me anxiety! I'm just left with my lipstick! I need two minutes!"

" Katie we're on in 15 goddamn minutes and we're still doing make up!"

" You don't get to have a say in this: all you had to do was paint your lips pink and wing your eyes! Some people aren't as gifted as you Yrene Jones and have large noses that they have to contour!"

" Shut up! Look at yourself, you're so pretty , dumbass!..." Pinching the bridge of my nose to keep from bursting with nerves and anger i turn to my other best friend, " Care to help me out here Aelin!?"

"Katie you look stunning, what with your platinum hair and ruby lips, trust me anyone to deny this fact would be a douche."

At this Katie and I both smirked, ever the sweetheart Aelin Matthews would never swear.

" Okay, deep breaths, in through the nose and out through the mouth, now let's go ROCK THIS SHIT!"

" Finally...."

Holding my strappy sandals in my hand, I ran through the ancient, stone passageways and corridors of the Right Wing, making my way to the Main Building and The Centre Amphitheatre.

Ladies and gentlemen I present to you Stonecastle Highschool, no, no, it is actually a modern high school with modern technology and everything, it's just set in an ancient castle on the Northern side of Britain.

I nearly tripped on the soft fabric of my dress a couple of times as I tried to fly up the cobbled steps of the senile staircases and so I was cursing at it throughout my journey.

Ha! A couple more steps and I'd be backstage; this was the only thing in my mind well, obviously alongside: ' Holy Mother of All That Exists, I'm going to be FUCKING LATE AND I AM THE MAIN LEAD TOO!' And, ' OH MY GOD MISS PENTALINE WILL BE PISSED OUT OF HER WITS!'

Nevertheless, with speed that would put lightning McQueen to shame, I continued through the winding passageways and unending stone staircases.

My speed and nerves of being on stage were such that I didn't even see him standing there. Which was why I crashed into him. I crashed into one of the most beautiful male specimens I have ever seen in my entire life and trust me I come from from a family of fashion designers, that is, I have awoken to suited and booted male models coming over to my house to sign deals with my sister in law and mother.

Therefore, when I say, 'most beautiful', I really do mean that he was truly handsome; so much so that I seemed to lose myself in him completely. I turned my gaze to his and I was struck by the power, the authority, and the pride he had entrapped in his honey coloured eyes. This was most definitely a man who was used to getting anything he wanted whenever he wanted and wherever he wanted it.