God Save The Queen

Chapter 4: The Tutor

The Tutor

It has been 1 week since my first day of classes and I was struggling. Also I still haven't seen the boy with blue eyes! How hard is it to find one boy huh?

Anyway, sometimes in my classes it got to the point where I would just write "I have no flippin idea" as my answer, and when the teacher handed it back, he would look like he was going to cry from frustration. 

Well I have news for you buddy, I'm just as frustrated.

 I hate feeling stupid. I was always the smart kid and everyone would come to me for answers because I was top of the class. 

Now, I look like an idiot, none of this makes sense to me, and to top it all of, I think I'm failing everything. 

I might even be failing my royalty classes, like my speech 101 class, or policies on royalty behavior class. It was hard. 

I don't know how these people are so polite ALL the time. I need sarcasm, without it I'm just a weak pile of nothing. I think they are trying to turn me into some sort of zombie.

Thankfully, Forester had some decency and cancelled classes for the day. 

I was so relieved to not live through another nightmare that I actually attacked one of the maids with a hug. I'm pretty sure I literally scared the crap out of her... I suppose they aren't used to getting attention. Well, looks like another thing I have to change around here.

There was something that I really looked forward to around here though. The pool. It was amazing, and I have gotten into real good shape by having it here. 

It's a great stress-reliever, so I use it more often then I would have before coming here. I have alway been obsessed with water. "The waterbug" I was called back home.

I was on the school swimteam and made it to championships for butterfly. It was great, and I was sad that I no longer got to be a part of it anymore. At least I get to swim daily.

So that was where I was right now, swimming, thinking about everything. Lap after lap after lap. First 2 laps of butterfly, then 2 laps of of breast stroke, 2 laps freestyle (frontcrawl), and last but not least, 2 laps of backstroke. Then, I would repeat the process. 

But today I was going to be in here longer than usual, I had to kill time. The condition of not having classes today was that I had to meet with Forester at 4:00 P.M, and currently it was 1:30 P.M... I really regret waking up so early today. I could be getting some precious sleep right now. But I'd have to settle for the next best thing.

For a while I just zoned out and concentrated on my strokes, improving them, correcting my form and adjusting my speed. Doing this made me seem as if I were flying. 

Stroke, Kick, Stroke, Kick, Breathe, Stroke, Kick, Stroke, Kick, Breathe. Lap after lap I flew threw the water until I heard the murmur of someone shouting above the water. So, I stopped and looked up to see the outline of what seemed to be a boy my age. 

I pulled myself out of the pool and wrapped the towel around myself knotting the towel at my chest to hold it in place.

"Pardon? Sorry, I couldn't hear you underwater." I said as I began to walk towards him.

"I was just saying how great a swimmer you are, you were going really fast." He said with a smirk. Then I stopped walking as I stared at him.

He was the boy! The boy with the blue eyes! I could just barely see him under the dim light but I just knew.

He was the handsomest man I ever saw. I say man and not boy, because he didn't strike me as one of those immature boys you would find everywhere.

He was tall, like towering. I could see the definition of the muscle on his biceps, and he was lean. He had straight, fine black hair that brought out his beautiful eyes so distinctly, and he had perfectly shaped full lips. I couldnt help but stare down his body until he cleared his throat and I knew I had to return to reality, and I felt the heat flood into my cheeks.