Royally Fucked

III:1 - The Royal Stalker

KENJI RUSHTON

I almost couldn't count the number of times that I've cursed inside my head ever since Prince Maximillian showed up. I never would've imagined he'd show up, especially after what happened last Friday night. I'm almost certain of the thought that I would never see him ever again, and that perfectly goes with my plan of actually forgetting the fact that I just kissed a guy. It's easy for me to say and digest that what had occurred was just a bad dream or was just an accident that I mistakenly acted upon because I was clearly under the influence of alcohol, and I should be fine with that except that the universe wasn't willing to make me just forget about it. I would be lying if I said I'm not feeling anything right now because I'm shitting my pants. I wasn't expecting anything like this at all.

Mrs. Undula went on with the lesson just like she had planned on a normal day. Clearly, this was not one of those normal days, considering the unprecedented arrival of a royalty. Even though Mrs. Undula appeared completely normal on the outside appearance, I can somehow tell that she's feeling her nerves on the inside. I personally do not know what is going on inside her head, but perhaps somewhere inside that head of hers, she's wishing for the hands of the clock to tick twice as fast. I feel the same way as her. I just want the bell to ring so I can get out of this room and be as far away from Prince Maximillian as possible.

I'm not usually the brightest person in the entire class, and I'm aware of that. In fact, I'm embarrassed to admit that I'm one of the people segregated at the bottom of the entire class for not performing very well in class. I'm barely hanging on, and as much as I wanted to put my focus on the lesson, I just couldn't. The lingering idea of the prince sitting just mere three feet away from me was making me insane. Maybe if I had never met him in the first place, then I'd be totally fine having him around. I was forcefully trying my best not to look at him, but the smell of his expensive perfume was just lingering purposefully, letting me know that I'm not having a nightmare.

"Hey," I heard a voice—a deep one at that—and I knew it was coming from the prince.

I tried ignoring the voice for a while, but there's only so much that I could do with the situation that I was in.

"Hey," he muttered once more, and this time it was louder. He's making sure that I'd notice him. "Hey Kenji!" He spat out, and I was surprised that he still remembered my name, but more so, I'm embarrassed, and I don't know why.

I ignored him once again, hoping he'd drop it if I kept on acting like I heard nothing; however, I felt his hand poking over at my shoulder. Clearly, he's calling out for my attention, and it's only making me feel my nerves. I know I'm feeling tense as ever because I'm uncontrollably jerking my legs, and if I could just stand up and walk out of the class right at this moment, I would've done it.

"Hey, do you have any extra pen?" He asked.

"I-I'm sorry. I only have this," trembling, I muttered quickly.

"Here you go, your royal highness," Sheena uttered, coming to my rescue. Extending her tiny arm, she handed the prince a pen, which the prince took without even saying thank you. Sheena seemed pretty much enthralled by the idea that the prince was here that she kept looking behind her to steal a glance at the prince. She kept on doing that until the bell rang, which felt like forever.

The thing about waiting for something to end is the tedious feeling of time moving like a snail, and that's exactly how I felt during that time. Thankfully, I was able to get past that, and as soon as I heard the bell, I was the first one to stand up, even while Mrs. Undula was still speaking. On my way out of the door, I noticed a tall and buff guy wearing all black and a pair of sunglasses. I was just about to question what I saw, but as soon as I spotted his wiry earpiece, I realized he's a security guard.

Clutching my backpack, I continued walking forward like I had something important to attend to—something even more important than my next class—and that was to get away as fast as I could. I thought it was going to be easy to walk away from problems like this, but I quickly realized George Kensington High just doesn't have the space for that, literally. No matter how fast I wanted to get away, the hallway was just flooding with students coming out of every door. I tried squeezing my way out until, gradually, every single person moved to the side, creating enough space in the center.

"What the fuck is the prince doing here?" Someone blurted out just when I thought I was given the space to walk out easily. And then the scene became like I'm stuck in the middle of a bee farm because all I could hear was people buzzing. Most of the girls are swooning and squealing over at how hot the prince is, while most of the boys are confused about his presence.

"Bloody hell," I cursed under my breath when I quickly turned around, only to see the prince strutting his way towards me as his security guard followed behind like a buff shadow.

"Hey, Kenji!"He called out for my attention, but unlike some people who desperately want his attention, I didn't want any of it.

The seemingly narrow path leading towards my wishful freedom appeared as if I'm walking for a certain Alexander McQueen fashion runway with a basic red sweater and almost three-year-old ripped blue jeans. However, the real reason I felt like that was because every single soul had their eyes transfixed on me. Not exactly on me, but the person behind me.

"I have to get out here," was the only thought planted inside my head. I immediately realized where I needed to go. I took one giant step and then two giant steps until I was already leaping. Before I knew it, I was already inside the school's most vandalized toilet, the only place I knew I'd be safe for at least a moment.

I desperately locked myself inside the only cubicle that has a lock in it, and it was regrettably not the best decision. I immediately had to cover my nose because the smell of human manure was just reeking in the air. Unfortunately for me and my desperate attempt to evade a member of the royal family, the toilet bowl on the cubicle that I chose to lock myself in had feces that looked like they had been left there for weeks. I couldn't take the smell, and I ended up storming out of the place because there's just no way in hell I'm going to hide in a place like that. It was absolutely a stupid idea to hide inside the worst toilet in the entire school, but as soon as I was out, I was glad that I managed to lose the prince.

I had to wait for a few minutes before I decided to walk straight to my next class, but when I actually entered my next class, I was instantly horrified to barge in with our art teacher introducing the prince right in front of everyone.