You Know Nothing

'look you know nothing about me' he yelled at her
'yeah and that hurts'
'what? hurts that you know nothing about me?'
'NO, what hurts is that i know only what you tell me, only what i see, basically nothing. AND YOU DONT KNOW ME FOR CHRIST SACKS. I dont even know your last name and i've had a crusg on you for god damd long . that hurts.'
he looked down at her. her arms folded across her breast, her face flushed red and her brown eyes sparkling with rage and he couldn't help but smile. 'lebler, thats my surname. and princess i know almost more about than you know yourself' he said with a sly grin. she looked at him and raised her hands in the air.
;your a sick bastard michael, you know that. i saw your look of shock when i just told you about having a crush on you. you dont know that whilst you were asleep last thursday night i invited bobby aroundl. you know that CED you found on my floor last week.... i recorded it with bobby and his band. yeah, ibet you didnt even read the cover. but i suppose you know that as you know me so god damd well dont you!'

michael looked at her in shock, what had the others been up to. bobby in her bedroom, secret recordings. her father would kill him. it was his job to watch her and he had failed and now she was ready to punch him one. oh what a fine mess, a black eye from the princess and trouble from her father. 'okay alex i give up. you bloddy win alright'
he said in frustration, all traces of a grin gone.
'no michael. i dont win, you win. you always win. you watch me like a hawk. i put one step out of line, you know. and when you dont i come begging, scrapping and apologising with a signed and sealed confession like now. i'm eighteen well alright i'm almost seventeen. but you try being stuck like this and see how you like it." princess alex screamed.
'okay then alex, tell me about it. better still write it all down for me and dont skip a thing abd that way i will know and there will be no need to come begging, or scrapping and no need for an apology. is that fair?'
'alright your royal bloody highness'