Jason E. Dean: {Fe}male, [the Lady Prince book 1]

Chapter 7 - Call me, Prince

“We’re leaving now,” Jack said, banging down my door, “Are you done yet?” I attempted to glare at Jack from through the door, but even I knew it was useless.

“I’m coming.” I said. I wrapped the navy tie around my neck as I walked out, Jack gave me a once over.

“You look male.” Jack said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes.

“Well, at least one of us have to, Jack.” I responded. He glared at me.

“Come on.” I followed Jack down the stairs where I saw Mr. Chandler standing by the staircase.

“If you need anything, just ask one of the boys, OK.” He said and I nodded even though I knew that wasn’t going to happen. I walked outside with Jack when something clicked.

“How am I getting to school?” I asked. While Jack and I were ‘bonding’ yesterday, I learnt he had a motorbike and I was not getting on that with him.

“Oh, umm… oh, look Sebastian’s car is still here, you could ask him for a ride.” He said.

“Oh, uh, maybe I could take a ride from you after all.” I said, laughing nervously. I looked around and Jack laughed.

“Love to, but no way. Go get a ride from Seb.” Jack said while getting on his bike. “He’s not that bad.”

“And Hitler wasn’t a Nazi.” I mumbled.

“What was that?” Jack asked me. I shook my head.

“Nothing,” I replied.

“Just ask Seb for a ride, ok.” Jack said to me. I nodded.

“Ok.” I said, and the he drove off, telling me once more to ask Sebastian for a ride. I was standing on the pavement, waiting for Sebastian to leave the house when I heard someone speak.

“Need a ride?” Hugh asked from inside of a black, way too expensive looking car. I blinked at him, holding back a yelp that had threatened to leave my lips. I didn’t know what to decide. Awkward ride with Hugh or freakishly uncomfortable ride with Sebastian?

“Sure.” I responded, getting in the car with him. Awkward it is, then. After what seemed like an eternity of silence I decided to speak. However, he had the same though.

“Look, about yesterday.” I said at the same time Hugh said, “I’m not gay. If that’s what you’re thinking.” I stared at him. His defined muscles, the jaw line that could cut my face open; I definitely didn’t think that of him.

“Yeah, it was a…” I started, not sure how to end.

“Yeah.” He said then we were back in silence again.

“We’re here.” Hugh said. I climbed out of the car at stared at the school.

The school’s size wasn’t what had me frozen but the amount of guys walking around it. The amount of hot guys, that is.

“Oh my God, there’s Hugh.” I heard a voice cry out. Hugh sighed long and loud, mumbling something under his breath.

“Who’s that with him?” Someone else asked.

“I don’t know. Never seen him here before. God, I missed school.” She responded. I shook my head and threw my bag over my shoulder.

“I’ll see you around.” I told Hugh, walking away towards the school. When I went in I went straight towards the office.

“May I help you?” The secretary asked.

“Yes, actually. I’m Jason Dean. I transferred here from England.” I responded. The woman looked up at me with a creepy paedophilic smile. I was actually starting to fear for my safety.