Being possessive bad boy Prince Riley's personal bodyguard

Being possessive bad boy Prince Jack's personal bodyguard

Prologue

I glanced at the school hall back and forth, calculating like what Matt had taught me, and roughly estimating the distance and my supposed speed. My parka’s arms were tied around my waist, hanging loose, but still stretchable and strong enough for the flying. I took it out of my waist, and then stepped onto the railing of the gallery of the hall, while every single eye in the hall looked at me with fear for me, and my fall.

  I then secured the parka’s sleeves tightly around a lamp at the ceiling of the hall, and taking a deep breath, took one more gander down at the hall’s floor. It was very, very down, and there was high chance that I’d either fall and die, or lose grip of the parka sleeve, or the parka wasn’t long enough. There were so many ways that I could die.

  With a steady of a breath, I swung down with a whoosh, my sneakers cutting the air, as numerous exclamations and uttering came from beneath. I hung in mid-air, about more than two hundred centimeters above the ground of the hall, with nothing but the parka sleeve in my hand.

  Here goes nothing.

I eyed the railing at the right, and then swung right down forth, and slammed onto the railing on my two feet.

My palm hit the railing, but my parka sleeve wasn’t able to take the weight of me, and all the pulling. It started to slide off the top of the bulb, which was very slippery all over. I was-

  The sleeve was yanked off, and my blood instantly went icy, screams going up the audience of my spectacular sight of pathetic swinging. My palm slid off the railing, fast and mercilessly.