⚡️Flames or Paradise⚡️Roman✖️OC.

The prince and the pauper

After Brooke's unfortunate and sudden death, Chantel began suffering from insomnia. And when she could sleep, she tends to get nightmares about werewolves and other creatures of the night. So she avoided her socials and tried to read poetry to relax her mind. Sometimes she'd listen to the sound of rain or melancholic music she found on the internet to fall asleep. Her condition had improved a bit and she was glad, she didn't feel as irritable as she did some days back.

"What's that supposed to be?" Ashley asked glancing at the art, Chantel was sketching. She was trying to sketch a horse but it was looking more like a donkey/pony. Their art teacher had told the class to draw their favourite animal or bird.

"A horse," she responded.

Ashley made fun of her sketch, "looks more like hybrid donkey."

Chantel craned her neck and checked out Ashley's sketch. The girl was sketching a fox, it deserved to be framed. Ashley was an amazing artist, no wonder she was mocking her.

"Neat." Chantel commented.

"I know," Ashley tossed her hair behind proudly, training her attention back to Chantel, "so you coming to the Halloween dance?"

Is she really asking me this? Because Ashley really seemed to dislike her. Chantel gave her a little nod.

"Good," the girl grinned to herself.

Chantel saw that look in her eyes, Ashley was only interested to know whether she's coming or not because of Roman Godfrey. Because if Chantel comes, the prince would follow.

🏴🏴🏴

Chantel cursed, she shouldn't have drank the entire bottle of the flavoured water during art class. She felt like her bladder might explode any moment now. Her steps were tentative as she headed towards the girls restroom.

"Pete," Chantel called as she saw him standing at the door of the restroom eavesdropping.

He flinched. "Uh...this is...this is exactly what it looks like."

Then she heard it loud and clear a girl panting pleasurably inside the restroom. "Just when I needed to use the loo," she wheezed.

Who the hell even fucks or whatever, in the school restroom?

"You can use the boys." Peter mentioned studying her expression. "I'll keep watch."

"I'm in." She grabbed his sleeve and dragged him towards the boys restroom. Never in her wildest dreams, she would've thought she'd be peeing in the boys restroom but here she was.

As she checked herself in the mirror, tugging her button down shirt back into her skater skirt. Peter was standing at the corner, next to the waste bin rubbing his jaws as if in deep thought.

"Do you do all of your deep thinking in here?" She asked as she reapplied her lipgloss.

"You're funny, you know that." He chuckled softly, shaking his head.

"Am I?" She furrowed her brows, slipping the lipgloss back into her bag. "Let's go."

"After you," he gave her a little salute as they walked out of the washroom. Then from the corner of her eyes, she caught Roman coming out of the girls restroom. What the actual fuck! Was he really fucking someone in there? In the middle of class? She wanted to smack him with the thick chemistry text book she'd been holding.