Going home

*Benjamin's POV*

"Habibie, don't act this way." I walked after Jasmine as she almost ran through the hallway. "I am not your habibie. Go back to Nadine," Jazz suggested angerly.

I caught up with her and grabbed her wrist. "Let me go!" she yelled. "Calm down first," I ordered. "Fine," she snapped.

I let go of her and Jasmine crossed her arms looking irritated. "Habibie, Jazz, just listen to me." I stroke my finger through my hair, wanting to pull them out.

"I didn't mean to hurt you and I wanted to tell you last night. It was just that. Well I don't know. All I know is that-" I couldn't find the words and I didn't want to bring up Nadine again.

"Now you listen to me," Jazz said icy. "You have jeopardized everything for me. I looked up to you," she said in a calmer voice. "You knew how much I longed for all the lectures you gave me and you took advantage of that. Why would you want to ruin me?" she almost whispered.

"The fact that I don't care much for marriage, doesn't make me someone cheap as Nadia." She looked at me in a way that send a sharp pain to my chest. She thought I did not care for her. She could not be more off.

"Jazz, it's not like that. You know I would never take advantage of you. If I'm honest, you have become one of my closest friends and on top of that... I mean... Your eyes haunt me when I'm not with you."

"Benjamin don't you dare," she said sounding offended for some reason. "Habibie, I have to marry within a year." She looked at me, eyes wide and her mouth fell open.

"No," she said outraged. "Habibie, if you won't marry me, my grandfather will find me another bride." In the heat of the moment Yass fiercely grabbed me by my jacket. "Ben," she breathed. She smelled as sweet as honey.

"You deserve someone who wants to be a wife. I could never give you what you want, simply because I don't want to."

I took her face in my hand. "So all of this," I began my sentence, while stroking her cheek with my thumb. "Was all in my head?" I had trouble breathing.

"No," she said bewildered. "But I believe you will find your true love. It is not me, and it certainly is not someone like Nadia. Just find someone whom you could also be friends with... Just really fall in love Benjamin... not just lust after someone."

"But that is exactly how I feel for you," I admitted to her.

She was quiet for a while, staring at me. Her lips twitched. "If that was so, you would not have touched another woman," she said with a tremble in her voice. 

I thought I had hurt her for not telling who I was. I never figured that this was what she was actually upset about. "I know you feel the same," I said not wanting to talk about Nadine.

"Regardless," she breathed. "I don't want to marry and you will find someone that does. Become friends with someone who is honest with you from time to time," she laughed. "GOD, you are so spoiled, you need that. Then fall in love and get married. It just won't be me."

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*Benjamin POV*

As I sat in the limo, on my way to the airport, I pondered about love, friendship and marriage. One year to become friends, fall in love and get married.

No one year to meet someone, become friends and get married. I ran both my hands through my hair and sighed heavily. True love, Jazz had said. I could only see her cat-like green eyes.

I promised her I would try, as she promised me to forever shine.

"Your highness, can I help you?" my driver said looking into the rearview mirror. "Do you believe in true love?" I asked. "I mean an all-consuming love that lasts a lifetime," I added.

The smile on the drivers face widened. "Do you believe in true love young master?" I thought Jazz was it. She was it to me. 

"Well I don't know," I smiled in response. "Although I do think being a prince complicates the heck out of it, since there are so many factors I need to take into account. Sometimes I'm afraid true love, if it indeed exist, won't mix with what my duty requires.

*Saphira's POV*

Today was the day grandma would take me to the country club. Last night I dreamed again. I dreamed that I was standing in front of my big glass wall and I was looking at the ocean. No, not looking at the ocean.

I was actually looking at a guy that was surfing on the waves. I felt intrigued by him, in a way I never felt before. I couldn't stop looking. Every time I tried to look away, he waved at me.

I woke up with this warm fussy feeling. That was strange, I thought. The alarm clock said it was 7:30 AM. Mom wouldn't be awake yet and my grandma wouldn't come to pick me up until noon.

I pondered for a moment. Then I decided I might as well get ready for the day and try out that bubble bath.

I walked into my 'closet' and attempted to find something appropriate to wear. But what do you wear to a country club lunch? I grabbed my tablet and searched the Internet for an answer.

If I couldn't come up with anything, I could still ask mom. But I liked this challenge, so I wanted to do it myself, if I could. I mean it couldn't be that hard, could it?

'Casual chic.' It said. What the heck was that suppose to mean. Was I to wear casual or chic?

Who came up with this nonsense.

Then I did see what my grandma meant by the closet being 'poorly stocked.' On the left side there were also four closets but these were empty.

Still I think, I've never owned this much clothes in my in whole entire life. Not even if I would of saved my clothes from birth till now. This would most definitely, be any girls Walhalla.

Finally I got my outfit together and held it in front of myself, while looking at the big silver mirror, that was standing against the wall. This will do, I thought.

I picked out a tricot, dark Grey, high waist, knee length tube skirt. above that I picked out a button down tight T-shirt, that was several shades lighter then the skirt.

After I took a nice long bath and washed my hair. I slipped on the clothes and put the towel over my head, so that it could dry my very long hair.

When I flashed a look into the mirror. I think, I got what they meant by 'casual chic.' I was almost positive that I got this right.

I never wore any make up. So I just braided thin braids on each side of my head and where the braids touched, I placed a pretty sparkling silver hair clip to hold it all together.

On my feet, I put on some silver VERA WANG jeweled ballerina flats and headed down the stairs to get some breakfast.

After I finished the fried eggs and toast I made, I looked up at the clock, 10:30 AM it said. There still was no sound of mom waking up.

I looked out the glass kitchen door and stared at the ocean for a while. I was thinking about continuing my treasure hunt today, when suddenly mom was in front of the glass door and opened it.

It made me jump a little. "Good morning, pretty daughter." She said and then froze in place.

"What's wrong?" I asked, feeling all self-conscious now, since she looked at me with her mouth wide open.

"I could go change... It's your fault really... You've never explained to me what CASUAL Chic meant." I said almost ending with an angry tone.

I immediately felt sorry. But it was still true though. Mom never cared about what to wear.

Right now she stood there with a pair of dark blue ripped jeans on and a white v-neck T-shirt and green flip flops to go.

"Don't be silly Saphira, you did just fine. I was actually astonished that you did know what to wear for the occasion. I almost considered the idea, mom dictated you in to wearing this." She made a face while saying that and I rolled my eyes at her.

That made me think of something. "Mom I've noticed every single piece of clothing is exactly my size and even all the shoes fit. How long did grandma know we were coming?" I asked.

I had only known we were moving for about a week this time. Even for my mother that was very sudden. I wondered how she pulled that off.

"About three months," she confessed. "I wanted to be sure we could settle our differences first," mom explained.

"Do you know what this is, though?" I waved a card in the air. "That was fast," hse said sounding a bit irritated. What was fast? I thought.

"They've already tricked you into being dependent of them. But on the other hand congratulations, you can literally shop till you drop," she said a bit sarcastic.

I thought I'd probably have to change the topic, this one in particular seemed to get my mom all grumpy on me. "Where have you been just now." I asked trying to sound Innocent. "The beach." Mom replied, smiling again.

"Maybe you could go explore, While I get ready for the day?!" mom suggested. I thought about it for a minute and then replied." Sounds good. "I decided.

Maybe today would be the day I would win my treasure hunt. I certainly hoped so.