I can't say I do without you

His sinister eyes

My heart is pounding at an extremely rapid and powerful rate. But when nothing hits me, I gently open my eyes. The guy from Fort Street Academy reached out his hand to me, and without saying anything, I grabbed his hands in mine, and the guy helped me get up. He comes over to where Prince Augustus is standing and looks him in the eyes; without a trace of fear or shame. "How shameless; I never expected the prince to be so cruel, especially to a girl."

"Mind your own business."

"You truly differ from the other princes, novel yet quickly angered," he said sarcastically.

Prince Augustus clenched his hands in a rage because of what the Fort Street Academy student stated.

"Deacon!" another Fort Street student arrived. "Why are you still here? Let's go; they are waiting."

The man smiled as he turned to face his friend. "OK!" He returned his gaze to the prince. "Don't be disappointed with your failure; it's only a practice game, nothing to worry about. So, stop whining; you're no longer a child," He stated. "I'll see you in the next actual game, prince! And to you, Gemma, bye for now!" He took a step back, waving his hand in the air.

Wait a minute, d-did he just calls me by my name? H-he knows who I am.

After the prince exited the field, I headed directly to the restroom. I stared in the mirror at the spot where the prince had struck me. I felt its anguish much more when I touched it. The force of the prince's toss left a visible bruise on my face. Why, of all the things he could hit, did he choose to hit me in the face? Why in the visible part? How can I head back to the palace like this?

With a loud knock on the bathroom door, the hair on the back of my neck raised. "Gemma, it's Raeanna. Would you mind opening this door for me? I just want to make sure you're all right."

"I'm OK, nothing to worry about," I replied.

"You don't sound well."

"I'm sorry, Raeanna... C-can you leave me first? I'm sorry if I'm telling you this, but I just need to be alone."

"Okay, I'll go back, but please let me know if you need anything."

"Thank you, Raeanna."

"And also, sorry for causing you trouble."

I didn't chase her away because I was furious or anything; I just didn't want Raeanna to see what was on my face because I didn't want her to feel guilty. After wasting time in the bathroom, I opened the door. As soon as I opened it, Lincoln was standing there with his hands in both of his pants pockets. Now that he's here, I can't help but smile. "Lincoln," I said as I walked over to him. "Is your suspension over?"

He nodded.

"Really?" I jumped in excitement, forgetting that I had a bruise on my face. When I realized it was too late, Lincoln saw the bruise on my face already.

"That lunatic, so it's true what the students claimed, he hit you AGAIN!" I noticed him clenching his fist, so I held it to keep him calm.

"It's just a bruise; it'll heal eventually."

"The more you say those words, the more I want to hurt him." He said, looking very furious.

"If you do that, they won't give you a suspension; they'll kick you out of Borstal," I explained.

Lincoln hesitated for a moment, thinking about what I had said. "Come on, let's find a way to cover your bruise." He grabbed my hands and brought me somewhere.

Lincoln made me wait on the bench while he went out to buy something to cover the bruise on my face. He came back with two paper bags in his hands. "Ah, I asked the women I met, and they told me that make-up is the best way to hide a bruise on the face. I didn't know what sort of make-up or brand could be used, so I took everything I saw. "

I held back my laughter until I saw what he had bought that caused me to laugh loudly. "What exactly did you buy? You look like a make-up artist."

"Just be glad because I bought those, even though the women were laughing at me," he added, his face obviously irritated.

"Thank you, but... we don't need this much make-up just to cover the bruise on my face," I said with a chuckle. "Eyeliner, mascara, h-highlighter, make-up sponge?"

He scoffed as he sat next to me. "Give it to me," he snatched the sponge from my grasp. In a second paper bag, he took the foundation. "They said just put it on the side with the bruise," he added as he applied the foundation to my face. "It's as if the bruise on your face vanished by magic."

While his head approached mine, I felt something odd. Hang on a minute; he's getting too close!!! Please keep your face away from mine, Lincoln. But when I looked at his face, I spotted a small scar under his eye. I had no idea what I was doing; I just happened to touch it, which startled both myself and him.

"S-sorry, I-I'm just curious. I didn't mean to..." I said, clutching my hand tightly. His expression abruptly altered, which made me uneasy for a moment. "Done," he said sinisterly, pointing the mirror at me. "See? It's like magic. It vanished all of a sudden."

"Y-yes," I said, forcing a grin. "Thank you." I got to my feet right away. "I'll go back first; maybe the prince needs me. T-thanks a lot, Lincoln."

"No worries," he responded as I carefully turned my back on him, but before I could walk away, he muttered something that terrified me even more. "I can smash him right away, Gemma. Just utter the words, and I won't hesitate to do it."

I no longer felt the agony on my face; instead, I was distracted by Lincoln's words, which terrified me. It seemed as though Lincoln had changed in an instant. He didn't look like the Lincoln I had met before.

Even though the car is as cold as a freezer, the perspiration is still dripping from my body as I am terrified. Mr. Osiris saw my face sweating heavily as we exited the vehicle. "You're sweating like a pig."

I took a handkerchief from my pocket and cleaned my brow. "The weather right now is hot as an oven." I pretended to laugh. "Pardon me, Mr. Osiris, but I must accompany the prince."

"O-Okay."