Meshed

Meshed 7

Meshed 7

"So, your Highne-, I mean, Scarr, how was your day? Did they fall for your disguise?" Agent Skye asked as he pointed at Scarr's Bieber ensemble. He was in his usual slick black suit.

Class just ended and Scarr decided that it would too risky to ride the car near the school so he asked Skye to park it somewhere else.  Here they are now, walking in the hushed alley ways with autumn's breeze blowing dead leaves on the pavement.

Scarr buried his hands in his jeans and stared at the ground. A tiny grin formed on his lips. He slowly looked at Skye, his bodyguard, and seconds later he exploded in a loud hysterical guffaw.

Skye just stared at the prince, aghast.

"Oh, Skye," he said between breaths, "you should've seen her face when the principal told her that she was supposed to be my 'inseparable guide' in school! Man, she looked as if she saw the grim reaper and his scythe had her name on it. It was damn precious!" He slapped his knee and continued laughing.

Skye merely smiled at him. It has been a long time since he saw him laughing this freely. He just rubbed his shaking back and guided him towards the car. He opened the door for the wheezing prince and made his way to the driver's seat.

Though Scarr already sat down, he was still a bit frazzled and was catching his breath. Moments passed and he finally settled down yet a contented grin still remained on his face. 

"Weird girl," he muttered under his breath.

Skye continued staring at the rear-view mirror. A phone suddenly rang breaking the Scarr's reverie.

He scowled a bit as he saw Skye handing the phone to him. It was his mother, the queen.

He bit his lip and pressed the answer button.

"Good afternoon, mother, or is it morning there already? I do not know. The international date line thing still confuses the hell out of me."

He heard his mother chuckle quietly. "It's a rotten thing, love, a thing that I forevermore refuse to understand. It's still morning here."

Scarr smiled. Though his mother is the queen, she never lost her sense of dry humour. 

"How are things going there, my sweet?"

"Mmm. Same."

There was a lengthy pause. "Darling, I heard that you didn't attend your own welcoming party. That's a bit selfish considering how much effort these people have put on it."

Scarr remained silent. He knew what he did was wrong yet he didn't feel guilty or anything. By skipping the event, he was able to meet her.

The queen sighed over the phone. "Jake, I know it's pretty tough going 'round and doing your duties yet it's just our resp-"

"Responsibility. I know, I know. You tell that to me and Drew every single day, mum. I'm just so tire-" he then stopped. "I'm just- I'm just-"

"Just what?"

"Just- I don't know." He sighed, defeated.

The queen breathed heavily. "I know how you feel, love. Fine. Fine. Let me strike a fair bargain with you. You can continue with your shenanigans there if you follow this deal, do you hear me, Jacob?"

Scarr's eye widened in anticipation as he almost shouted yes as an answer.

He and his mother talked on for minutes until Scarr said his final goodbyes and ended the call. He plopped back into his chair and placed his hands behind his head victoriously.

"So I guess you and your mother had settled on an agreement?"

"It was a very fair deal, far better than I imagined, my dear Skye." 

Scarr closed his eyes contentedly  and imagined the future 'shenanigans' he's going to be doing here in this sleepy town.