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Dear Snow White,

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

You're the fairest of them all.

It will be hard; it will be tough,

But even you can overcome all that stuff.

Yours truly,

Prince Charming

I situated myself in the bed as Sebastian raised his hands to the ceiling. He always did stuff like that to show off how tall he was. Well, and to accentuate his muscular arms or his "guns" as he called them.

"Did you grow in the past few months or?" Leaning over the side of the bed, I wanted to see if he wore shoes with lifts or something. Nope, just his standard Air Jordan's.

He nonchalantly shrugged. "I'm six-eight now." Yeah, like everyone could claim that height. Still, he didn't let his arms drop and instead flexed them a few times until the veins looked like they would pop. Holy shit, he must have spent the entire summer in the weight room by the looks of it.

"Good God, Sebastian, what's your mom feeding you?" I asked, "Miracle Grow?"

"Don't call me that," he scoffed. And here I thought he'd be more offended by the Miracle Grow statement than me addressing him by his actual name.

I held my hands up for a fleeting moment. "Fine, Bass, whatever. I was just making an observation is all."

For some weird reason, Sebastian liked the odd nickname of "Bass" I started calling him back in second grade. Even stranger though, I was the only person allowed to use it.

Sebastian lowered his stance and strode to the edge of the bed to sit. "You're just jealous, shorty." He patted my head like I was some indigent child and feigned a lopsided frown.

My hand instinctively rose and batted his away. It was my natural reflex for handling assholes like Sebastian. I only wished my talent would have manifested itself with my ex-boyfriend Connor a little sooner. Oh well, better late than never. "I'm five-foot-ten, thank you very much." Satisfied with my response, I leaned against the stack of pillows behind me and waited for some witty comeback.

Sebastian sat there, quietly, and stared at me for what seemed like minutes. His steely gray eyes scanned my face. Once they landed onto my cheek, I placed my hand in front to conceal it and shot him a chastising look.

He cleared his throat and asked, "Does it still hurt?" The softness in his voice irked me. Nothing about Sebastian was ever soft. Everything with him was rough and harsh and always a full court press.

"No," I lied. It hurt like hell. Every time I moved my jaw, there was a stabbing sensation as the muscles were still healing. And smiling had thousands of pinpricks battering my skin; thereby explaining why I used that facial expression sparingly.

He opened his mouth but snapped it shut. Dylan Starsky interrupted him as he walked into the room toting about ten of my stuffed princess dolls in his arms.

"Lookie there. Someone's sitting down on the job again," Dylan smirked and turned to me. "Shelby, where do you want these?"

I pointed to the sofa by the window. "Over there is fine." It was wrong and entirely inappropriate of me to be checking him out. But how could a teenage girl in her right mind not, when Dylan Starsky and all his gorgeousness was standing not even ten feet before me? That boy was the epitome of beautiful. Tall, dark hair, dark eyes, tanned skin. He was easily the best-looking guy in school, tied with the basketball god sitting on my bed. Although, Sebastian knew just how good-looking he was and conveniently used it to his full advantage on a daily basis.

A hand waved in front of my eyes and pulled me from my reverie. "Earth to Shelby."

Sebastian's voice shocked me, and I jumped a tad. "Huh? What?"

"I asked if you're excited about school tomorrow?"

"Of course." I motioned to the wheelchair in the corner of the room. "Because it's always been my dream to be pushed around in one of those."

"Well, you are a princess and all." Dylan smiled, flashing me a thousand-watt smile. My heart raced for a few beats as a result. He sauntered over, probably anticipating that my eyes were on him and kicked at the wheels of that metal contraption like it was a used car on a dealer's lot.

Sebastian snorted and chuckled to himself.

"What?" I mouthed.

He leaned close and pressed his thumb underneath my chin. "You might want to close that. I think you have a little drool right... here." His index finger tapped the corner of my mouth.

"Shut up." I swatted his hand from my face. "And don't touch me."

"Oh, darlin'." He was laying his transplanted Southern accent on thick. "I think you're the first female ever to say that to me." His hand slipped to his chest like I had wounded him somehow. I hit his arm as retaliation. "Hey... I'm just helping you save face here." Sebastian raised his hands in retreat. "Go ahead and make a fool of yourself if you want. Isn't that right, Starsky?"

My eyes widened in horror as Dylan turned at the prompting of his last name. "What did you say?"

Sebastian playfully winked and twisted to face Dylan. I scooted forward and grasped his arm to stop him. "Hypocrite, get off me." He pretended to brush my hand off him. "You just said no touching, and here you are already feeling me up."

"You're an ass." I flung my hand away to prove a point.

"So, you've said before," he countered with his signature Sebastian Birch dashing smile. That smile was swoon worthy if it was attached to a less obnoxious person.

Trina marched into the room, balancing a lamp in one arm and some of my cheerleading trophies in the other. "Is he bothering you again?" She narrowed her eyes at Sebastian like she could scare him. Which was impossible. Nothing scared or intimidated him.

"Me?" He bolted from the bed while feigning his disgust at her accusation. "She was the one woman-handling me."

"Said no man ever." She strutted over and shoved Sebastian from the bedside. It took a lot more force than she intended, but he conceded after she continually smacked him in the arm a few times. "Like you're complaining if she was?" Trina spun and beamed at me in hilarity. "Which we all know she wasn't."

"Oh, I would be a fool to complain about that. Shelby Ryan can touch me anywhere she likes." His eyebrows wiggled a few times, infusing his whore-ish nature into the conversation; a natural skill he had mastered through the years. "I'm just saying you need to call a spade a spade is all."

Trina, my best friend for so many reasons, and right here proving once more, stepped between Sebastian and me as deflection. It didn't do any good anyway, seeing as she stood at maybe five-foot-five and that was only when she wore heels. Which she currently was not. But I had to give props to little Mighty Mouse for trying.

"Don't you have something that you're supposed to be doing?" she asked.

"I am. I'm making sure that everyone else is doing their jobs." Sebastian stood straight and appeared to have grown an inch or two before my eyes. "Perks of being team captain, baby."

For the first time in what seemed like forever, I laughed. I truly laughed at Sebastian's conceited comment. I winced as it stung, horribly bad to the point tears welled in my eyes. But it was worth it to forget about everything for a moment and to be the normal me again for just as long.

"Pizzas here!" my aunt yelled from the hallway. Thankfully, almost everyone in attendance scurried from the room at the promise of many cheese and topping slices aplenty. I'd explained to her a few times earlier that ordering only ten pizzas wouldn't cut it.

Sebastian made his way to leave as well until he stopped at the wheelchair and singlehandedly collapsed it in seconds. "Doesn't seem too hard."

"What are you doing?" My mind was distracted. It was far too busy sending telepathic best friend messages to Trina to remember and grab me a slice of sausage with mushrooms before they were all gone. There was no reason to think she heard me. Or did she?

Sebastian turned and gave me the absent duh look. "Making sure I know what I'm doing for in the morning." He swiftly opened it again and placed it upright. Freaking show-off.

"Umm. Why would you care?" The question absently passed my lips, and my iPhone dinged. Apparently, I had a new dm.

Since my immediate attention wasn't on Sebastian, he waited as I grabbed my phone and opened the message on Instagram. It was addressed to my username Princess4life_999 and read:

Dear Snow White,

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

You're the fairest of them all.

It will be hard; it will be tough,

But even you can overcome all that stuff.

Yours truly,

Prince Charming

When I checked, the sender even showed the username PrinceCharming99.

"What the hell?" I reread the message to make sure I got it right the first time. Nope, still said the same thing the second go-around. Without thinking, I giggled at the absurdity and typed:

Who is this?

Sebastian used his incredibly long arms to his unfair advantage and snapped my phone away from me. The asshole always did crap like that to piss me off. "By the look on your face, someone either sent you a picture that I definitely want to see...or probably shouldn't?"

"Hey, give it back!" I tried grabbing it, but I leaned over way too far and almost fell off the bed.

"Whoa. I'm not taking the blame if you hurt yourself by doing something stupid." He smacked my hand away. And he was damn lucky he moved far enough away not to endure any more of my immediate wrath.

This day was wearing on me enough already, and I was not in the mood for his bullshit. I sat at the bedside as my best friend strolled into the room carrying a plate full of pizza. She glanced at Sebastian, busying himself with reading the message to my apparent scowl and knew it was on.

"Trina, get the cyborg." I pointed to the corner where my new prosthetic legs rested against the wall. Hopefully, I chose the one that would inflict the most damage.

On point as always, she quickly grabbed my leg and rushed past Sebastian. It took some maneuvering on her part to score by placing the metal item in my hands. He sucked at defense; always had. Good thing he was a lazy center who only had to stand around, look pretty and sweaty and make lots of baskets.

Which also made him number one in the state for the most points scored for the past three years running.

Going as fast as I could, I got the damn thing on with Trina at my side ready for the assist. Sebastian stood there, arms crossed while watching the intricate process and seemingly memorizing the whole exercise like a drill for him to run through next time at practice. I should've been embarrassed he even saw me in this state, with my missing leg, blisters and all the scars from the surgeries, but I was too pissed to care.

I stood, wobbly and unsteady. Trina offered her hand, which I clutched onto while taking a shaky step toward Sebastian. "Give it to me, and I won't kick your ass." After releasing my hold on Trina, I waited. Not so patiently.

Sebastian ignored me, of course, and stepped backward. He wasn't scared of my threat. We both knew it. This was what he did. He loved a challenge. I stepped forward and he, in sequence, walked back two. Gray eyes pierced mine, and he gestured with his finger to keep coming.

Unfortunately, three steps for me equaled one for him. So, by the time he stood in the open doorway of my bedroom, I had taken almost twenty unassisted steps. They weren't pretty or stable or even graceful, but still beat my record of five by a landslide.

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