Prince of Playboys (A Haylor Fanfic)

1 ~ Beautiful Realist

Prince of Playboys
by Trisa_Girl

Copyright 2016
All rights reserved.

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     "When was Big Ben built? Any answers, students?" Ms. Fairwell's sweet voice echoed through the brightly painted classroom. All boys paid no attention to anybody, but to the young charming teacher. They didn't even hear to the jealous girls whispering in the back of the  room. I was silent as a mouse and attentive as a deer. I took a glance of the boys who are only looking at the deceiving teacher.

       I rolled my eyes as looked back at Ms. Fairwell, who seems to be winking at a certain guy. "Typical people..." I muttered under my breath. My two friends, Emily Sanders and Maria Fox, glared at Ms. Fairwell. Sure she is beautiful and single, but it is nothing to be envious of, right? Of course, I know I was wrong, but I'm glad that I'm more blessed than her. I smiled to myself evilly.

    "Taylor, do you know the answer?" She asked. I stood up, and all eyes were upon me. I felt proud because I think that I'm beautiful than her. I stifle a giggle.

   "Yes, Big Ben was built in May 31st, 1859." I answered confidently. I notice everyone was staring at me. I heard their whispers rippled around the room. I feel no embarrassment because I knew that they are whispering good stuff about me. I almost smirk at that thought.

    A dozen of seconds of whispers and murmurs, the school bell rang. "Class dismissed!" Ms. Fairwell announced. Everyone quickly left the room as I walked out along my friends. They were enviously chatting about her, like most of the other girls in Elixia High.

    "You see how Ms. Fairwell gets every boy's attention in class!" Emily complained.

    "Yeah, she should be banned from this school! She shouldn't be here!" Maria agreed as she crossed her arms. I rolled my eyes.

    "Come on, girls. It is nothing to be jealous of." I object.

   "You're only saying that because you're as beautiful as her." Emily said.

   I smirked. I loved it when people compliments me. "I know, Emi. I am as beautiful as her, and not you." I teased. I watched them getting fumed up. I giggled. "I'm only teasing; you know that."

     Maria scoffed, "Whatever Tay. You're popular because you have the looks, charm, wealth and personality."

     "And you girls should be thankful that we're friends. I can get anybody to get them bowing under my feet." I said proudly.

    "That's rhetorical, Taylor. You are not like the Queen of London or something." Emily said, "Anyway... let's go to the café. I want to drink honey tea right now."

    "Okay, let's go." I told them, leading the way to the café on foot.

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    We entered into the tiny café shop that's in a little hill. There were people chattering around while sipping their cup of tea. We sat in a table in the corner of the shop, where there are windows that show the beautiful scenery of the city. I sat in between Emily and Maria, who were talking about princes and princesses. I, who doesn't believe in fairytales, have no interest of royalty, ever. While Emily went to the counter to get tea, Maria read a magazine about the royalty of England.

    "Look, Taylor. Check it out!" Maria slide the magazine to my place. I looked to see Prince Harry of London. I rolled my eyes, feeling apathetic.