To Tame A Reckless Prince

The nerve of that Prince!

****Arabella's POV ****

I couldn't concentrate in class. My mind was all on the prince. I wonder who he spoke of. Which ever girl she is, she is definitely precious to the prince.

I tried to concentrate on the lesson but I couldn't. I felt sorry for him. His father cheats on his mother and there's nothing he can do about it. That's so sad. I know how it feels like to have your dad cheat on your mum. My father did that too. Except, unlike the king, my father met his girls in some sleazy hotel. He didn't meet them anywhere in pubic. If the prince is close to his mum, I bet he hates his dad. Come to think of it, their relationship seems sort of... strained.

"Ms. Johnson, it would be very much appreciated if you concentrate, and stop staring out the window." my English teacher, Mrs. Fisher, said.

"Sorry Mrs. Fisher" I murmured apologetically and tried to concentrate.

"Arabella, are you okay?" Courtney asked as we walked to the cafeteria.

"Yeah, I'm fine, perfectly fine. Why do you ask?" I asked, way too quickly.

Courtney narrowed her eyes and she threw a glance at Blandina, who nodded.

"Yeah, Court is totally right, you've been spacing out" Blandina said, backing Courtney up.

"Come on, we're your best friends, you can tell us anything" Courtney said.

I wished I could but, I couldn't. It was the prince's secret, not mine.

"There's nothing to tell guys, I'm just worrying about money" I said, half lying.

They believed that and started reassuring me at once.

We entered the cafeteria only to find the place deathly silent. We soon found out.

The prince stood up from the table he was sitting at and walked to me.

"Excuse me, but I want to have a word with Arabella. Alone" he said to my friends, but looked directly at me.

"S-sure, no problem." Courtney stuttered, whiles Blandina vigorously nodded. Place my friends in a hot guy's presence and they turn into idiots.

He held my arm and dragged me out of the school. Standing in front of his car, he narrowed his eyes at me. What have I done wrong?

"What's up?" I asked, since he seemed content in shooting death glares at me.

"I told you something last night, Arabella. I was drunk, if I wasn't I would have never spoken of my mother."

"I totally understand. It's very private information." I said, ignoring how much his statement hurt me.

"Let's cut to the chase, Arabella. How much money would it take to keep you quiet?" he said.

Shocked beyond belief, I stood there staring at him. I felt my face get hot. Not from embarrassment, but from anger. I was furious.

"I am sure this would be enough" he said motioning to one of his guards, who handed me a back pack full of money.

This is humiliating, degrading! Who does he think I am? I can't take this money, it's insulting!

But you need it, a voice said. Shut up, I'm not going to let this...guy steal my dignity!

"I can't believe you! I don't need money to tell me to keep quiet! It's your secret, I have no right to disclose it. I can't believe your nerve. Just how low do you think I am. Maybe, you've met someone that betrayed you, but that doesn't mean every person on earth is a back stabber. I know you don't trust me enough, but you should at least know me well enough to know I'm not like that. How dare you insult me this way?" I said angrily, then stomped back into school, still fuming.