Vic finds out about the royal stuff this morning and is not happy. Only Mum seemed to be. She danced around the house humming an inexistent tune.

I walk in a daze to school not giving a damn if I get there late. I receive a late pass from the hall monitor and go to the school nurse for some pain killers.

I think I need some emotion pain killers too. My life is ruined.

Why me?

Wait, his royal jerkyness has a girlfriend somewhere. He could marry her and leave me out of this stupid issue. I could tell him. He could be my escape from marrying him. I mean who would want to marry me?

With a smile and determination on my face, I walk briskly to class.

Two hours and boring educational sentiments later.

I rise from my seat when the English teacher seems to be absent. I'm going to use this chance to talk to you-know-who.

"Where are you going to?" asks Henry. I pause in my steps and bite the insides of my cheek.

"Bathroom," I say, feeling a slight itch in my throat.

I hurry out of class before he could ask any other questions. I am going to find his Royal highness and put an end to this charade.

I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. For me.

I spot him talking animatedly with his friends. I take a step and another. He glance in my direction and see me walking towards him. He looks confused for a second, then sent a death glare.

My courage and determination shriveled up like a dead plant.

Message received.

I spin on my heels and walk away as fast as I could. How could I talk to someone who does not like the sight of me?

I couldn't do it. I couldn't.

I couldn't talk to someone who looks down his nose at me in disgust. I couldn't talk to someone who hates me without knowing me. I couldn't talk to someone who gives money to shut people up.

A boy suddenly appears in front of me. He looks me over and asks, "Anna Bill, right?"

"Uh yes, can I help you?"

"Yeah," He nods. "Mr... " He closes his eyes as though trying to remember, "Mr Dean said to see him at the teacher's lounge. Something about a project?"

"Oh okay. Thanks-"

"Yeah sure-" He nods. "Hey Sam," he walked away to a scrawny boy who was talking to a girl.

A chorus of laughter dances its way to my ears. I turn slightly and see the popular kids with the Prince in tow coming my way.

Guess talking to him will have to wait.

I stroll away to the teachers lounge to see to whatever Mr Dean needs me for. When I get there, Miss Joy ks present with the music director. She tells me Mr Dean had retired to his office some minutes ago.

I knock on his office door and open it. Henry is sat across from him. They both have a frown on their faces making the tension cloud around them. Henry's head slowly turns and meet with my face. He replaces his frown with his usual charming smile. I return his smile and make a mental note to ask him what is up. 

"You called for me, Mr Dean?" I say, watching the two. 

"Ah, yes. I need you two to help me sort out these papers. I will be back in a few, that annoying bastard called a meeting. On a Wednesday!" He pause and wags his finger at us, "You two should never speak of what I said about the Principal. Understood?"

"Yes sir." I nod, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. The fact that the Principal is an annoying bastard is not secret.

He leaves, closing the door behind him. 

"What were you two talking about when I entered? Seemed pretty intense."

"Oh, that. Something about my mom," He sits at the seat Mr Dean just vacated. 

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. So what do you think of Crown Prince Nolan? I'm surprised he is in our school."

I groan, disgusted. "I don't like him much. He seems like an egositical person and I don't care much for people like that."

He smiles, "But I got a huge ego too. You don't like me?"

"Aw, come on. You are sweet, nice and kind. Not like him." My lips curl in a nasty snarl at the thought of the Prince. "In fact you are way more handsome than him."

He props his elbow on the desk and grin, "Even if I have just one fan girl and she is you, I'm glad to be handsome." He winks.

Stop, you treacherous heart. Stop, you treacherous cheeks. I give in to my treacherous body and flirt with Henry while I duplicated the papers at the printer and sorted them out. 

Hey, sup? Tap that star on the left. Yes, that star. Thank you.