Undercover Royal: FTRS: Flunked

Chapter 2:

"Roomie! Jax! Wait up!" Kayla exclaims when she emerges from a hall that just popped up to the left of us.

I see that Gillian-or Gilly as she likes to be called- is impressed with the layout of this joint—rooms and walls seemingly shift in front of you almost hourly, making it impossible to come up with a clear escape plan, like they don't want us to be too comfortable. I bet if I really tried, I would succeed in creating an escape plan. I am the escape artist after all, though it'd probably take a lot of planning.

"Are you guys okay?" Kayla whispers hurriedly, her toes barely touching the ground. "Did you get detention with the Sea Witch? Don't hate me! I'm sorry I bailed." Her face scrunched up like a guilty child. "I cannot get my third detention is a mont."

"And I can?" I ask, slinging my book bag over my shoulder. "If it weren't for your new roomie here, I'd be doing waltz with Madame Crazy. Thankfully, this one can spin a good yarn." I high-five her and she blushes. She probably doesn't get complimented on her stellar lying skills.

"She's the best," Kayla seconds and squeezes her arm. I wonder what Gilly thought of her dorm room. I never did ask her if she found Kayla again or not.

"If you're that good at covering for people, maybe you can bail me out next time I'm in a jam," Kayla suggests, and my laugh echoes down the long hall that keeps swaying.

"You're always in a jam because you're never where you say you are," I say. I still don't know where she goes.

"True," Kayla says with a sigh.

"Where do you go anyway?" I ask.

Kayla smiles mischievously. "A good crook never reveals her secrets. You should know that."

"Former crook! Former crook!" I repeat from all the classes and all the self-help textbooks. There are a lot of textbooks like Three Steps to Good and Sinister to Sweet.

Bells chime to announce class is starting, and Gilly covers her ears because they're so loud. They're so demeaning, they keep anyone for using the famous lateness excuse: "I didn't hear the bell." You'd have to be deaf not to hear this bell.

"I should get to troll hunting before the classroom door evaporates." I say and wink at the girls, then hand Kayla the handkerchief in his shirt pocket. "Have fun in therapy girls." I say and leave them. Therapy is one of the worst classes ever, especially since it's with Professor Harlow, the former Evil Queen. Or who knows she could still be evil. She makes you talk about your feelings and makes kids cry. I'm sure Kayla will warn her about the evil queen and her sister. Hopefully, Gilly will not insult her or her sister, Jocelyn. If she picks a fight with Jocelyn that would be bad. She and I had a deal but that was the only encounter that was civil. We don't talk much but she curses people. Boy, Gilly obviously doesn't like royals but I have a bad feeling she hates bullies even more. I have a feeling she's going to pick a fight with Jocelyn and that won't help her, no not at all.