Teen Ink
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TeenInk "I'm a firm believer in Karma." - Emma Watson in Sofia Coppola's The Bling Ring featured at Cannes Film Festival... http://t.co/AtwVoR8xyT
She couldn't help but roll her eyed. "What a gentleman." She said sarcastically.
"Of course I'm a gentleman," he said as he led her along, out of the park, and down the sidewalk a little ways before pausing. "Should I get a cab? So you don't die of blood loss, or risk the chance of falling again?"
"I won't die of blood loss. I'll be fine. Unlike some people, my blood clots." She sighed. "Honestly, I just want to get this cleaned up, cleared up, whatever and get some rest."
"Alright, alright." Yeah, she'd probably be fine. He continued walking, his hand still holding her arm. "Oh, I don't think I ever caught your name..."
"Salia. Just call me Salia. It means Princess. Its very ironic and contradicting if you ask me." She let out a lazy humorless chuckle.
He chuckled, one corner of his mouth pulled up in a smirk. "Very ironic indeed; you'd think a Princess would be a bit more graceful than to fall flat on her pretty face in public."
"Believe me, I know some so called 'Princesses' who are clumsier than me. One broke her ankle jogging. How, I don't know." Salia yawned afterward.
"Eesh." How would jogging break someone's ankle? It didn't make sense to him, but whatever. "Am I your Prince Charming then?"
Salia rolled her eyes. "Honestly, I pictured my Prince Charming a little more prettier." She laughed.
Jasper feigned a grimace. "Ouch. That was cruel." He smirked though; of course he was no Prince Charming. He had too many issues.
"Oh please. You're pretty, just my 'Prince Charming' would be prettier." She smiled at him. "Any damsel in distress would be lucky to have you save them .. only thing is, I'm not a damsel in distress."
He snickered, glancing at her as he shook his head. "You're right," he muttered. "You're no damsel in distress. Just a chick who can't walk on a flat surface."
She had to smile. "Nice, real nice." She laughed. "Sue me for not paying attention to where I'm going. I was mentally distracted, so what?"
"Well, if you're a Princess, being sued for a couple hundred dollars shouldn't be much of a problem, right?" His apartment was close now; he could see the building, just a block away. "Mentall ydistracted by what, may I ask?"
"The latest mystery novel...and wondering what it would be like to be a detective in one of the novels." She blushed and dipped her head. "I'm sort of a bookworm."
"Ah." He nodded in understanding. "Yes, books can really help get you out of reality, can't they? Our world is just never as interesting."
"Yeah, they tend to do that. Our world leans more toward violent and dangerous rather than mysterious and interesting.'
"Yes, unfortunately." Finally, they made it to the apartment building and he led her inside. "Now, can you walk upstairs without breaking your neck, or should we just take the elevator?"
"Alright, that's enough. I tripped and injured myself, I'm not going to die every time I go to walk." She pulled away from him. "What floor are you on?" she questioned.
He smirked apologetically. "Third floor. Quite a trek, if you're against elevators. Fine by me either way."
