Pom-poms and Guitar picks (gxg) (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 29

Kingsley's POV

Oh boy...

This last week has been a rollercoaster, let me tell you. It's not like there weren't parts that weren't fun. It was honestly quite fun setting up decorations and props for homecoming. My suit came back from being tailored and it look so good. Honestly, it was a lot more fun than I imagined.

I know that it sounds dumb, but the most I know about homecoming is from media. Again, it sounds dumb, I mean, it's not like I was homeschooled, although I did actually have to homeschool for my later years because of tours and taking care of my mom. It's honestly weird than I never went to homecoming as a middle schooler, but I guess I never saw it as a big thing. I wasn't really a social person when I was younger and I really didn't like crowds, so homecoming never interested me before. Now though, it's a whole different thing.

Like, this whole school looks like something straight out of a 2000s high school movie. I'm not even kidding.

But alas, what's a rollercoaster without some dips.

Little Miss Queen Bee has been busting my ass every single day, and when I say every single day, I mean,

Every.

Single.

Day.

It's like she's gloating to me that she knows she controls me and I can't do anything about it. Like I'm her fucking Marionette. The worst part is that some how she knows what jobs I do and don't like. And guess what? Every time there's a job that I don't find pleasant, regardless if I express it or not, she immediately gives it to me. She'll speak like I have no say, which I really don't, but still, it irritates me. Then, she has the audacity to turn to my face and say something like 'you'll do it, won't you?' with the most innocent tone in her voice and the smuggest fucking look on her face. It's like she has this sixth sense for exponentially pissing me off in the worst ways possible.

I know my friends will say that I have a short fuse, which isn't completely untrue, but the thing is that I hide it well. At least, I think so. I mean, it's easy to fake the mixes and paparazzi with my fake smiles. It's not like I haven't ever acted before. Hell, I've literally been on Broadway. I know I can act when I need to, but it's just like Kelly pushes every button manageable at the same time. Actually, it's more like some little kid mashing the buttons on their controller because they're upset they're losing. There's just something about Kelly that makes me want to lose myself, and I absolutely hate her for it.

"Kingsley?" A voice calls out to me, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I deflated as I recognized who the voice belonged to. Great.

"Yes, your majesty?" I ask sarcastically, making sure to bow for dramatic measure.

Kelly rolls her eyes at that and shoots me a look before telling me to shut up.

It was Homecoming week, so everyone was very anxious. After weeks of planning, scheduling, building, and preparation, this was it. Well, not it, but it was the last bit of set up before the coronation and the dance. So surely I thought that meant I could relax a little on my assistant duties.

Nope.

"So I know Homecoming day is only a week away and we really should've gotten to this much sooner, but Connor and Kyle haven't shown up to any of the rehearsals, so we didn't know who to pair everyone with. Hell, for some reason I don't even remember the full list of candidates, which, again, is something we should've gotten to much sooner. But we've been so busy setting everything up that we've barely gotten to do any test runs. But Connor and Kyle are here now, so Mr. Steinhold is giving me the list to remember and call out. I need you to help me measure off everyone and get them into pairs, since they're going to be sorted by height. Is that okay with you?"