Never in my life have I ever been more embarrassed and infuriated at the same time. I'm not even sure what I feel more: the painful embarrassment or the raging anger within me. I am at such a loss for words that Langley has to speak for me.
"Are you deaf? Did you not hear who he is?" Langley too seems at a loss. His green eyes are the size of saucers and his jaw can't seem to stay closed but rather continues to hang open even as he waits for an answer. Being a friend of mine for years he has become accustomed to all those around me doing exactly as I say when I say it. I'm the Prince after all and with it comes a few perks, like people listening to me.
If I say roll over, they roll over. If I say to speak, they speak and if I say to lick the dirt off the bottom of their shoes then you bet your ass they will do exactly that yet it seems someone has missed the memo.
"I heard," the demon-like boy says with onyx eyes that are deeper and darker than any abyss. His expression is that of utter boredom. He's acting like we just told him the weather. "I just don't care."
Looking into black eyes filled to the brim with a confidence I cannot dream of possessing I feel the fire in my stomach turn into a roaring inferno. Who the hell does he think he is to treat me in such a way? Does he not know what I can do to him? Getting him expelled would be easy. I could do it simply by suggestion!
The black eyed and even blacker haired boy gestures to an empty seat a few rows up. He says in a tone that clearly states his disinterest, "There's an empty seat there. Perhaps, if His Majesty wishes for a better spot he should, instead of kicking others out of theirs like an immature brat, wake up earlier and get to class on time like everyone else."
The entire class gasps at his use of immature brat or maybe they're shocked from this entire situation. It isn't everyday a person sees their future king being spoken to in such a way. Actually, it has never happened before. Never in my life have I been treated in such a way and, to be honest, I haven't a clue how to respond to it. My brain cannot seem to function. It's burning with anger, with the need to slam my fist directly into his stupid boy face.
To think this all started over a chair...
I had woken up late, as usual. I always had this issue with waking up on time. It didn't take me long to dress though, seeing as we had a uniform at Thorton's Academy. All I had to do was toss the black uniform with silver lining and tie on before heading off to my first class. My short blonde hair always managed to style itself so there was no point in messing with it. Luckily for me, our professor was not there. On the board was written a small note saying how he had forgotten something in his office and would return momentarily.
Not that I would have been in trouble for being late. I was sure he'd let me off the hook, this being my first day and me being...well, me. Langley happily offered me a 'good morning,' before I eyed the classroom for a spot.
I didn't want to sit in the back because I'd have a rough time seeing the board. There were a plethora of other students there as well, likely ones who had better eyesight or simply hated the idea of being called on so much that they would risk not seeing the board. I didn't want to sit in the front either; the professor might pick on me. There was a perfect seat located on the left side of the room near the window. The sun did not reach it in a way that would leave me squinting and it seemed to have a nice breeze coming from the open windows. However, someone had already discovered the seat and was sitting there.
Whatever. I figured I'd just tell them to move.
I marched on over, head held high and Langley in tail. The boy didn't notice me standing next to him or, now that I think about it, he probably didn't care. His deep brown eyes that were borderline black were staring out the window. They didn't even turn to me when I cleared my throat.
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