Not That Evil

Chapter Five

 Evie and Mal had gone to their room, and I went to mine. I'd gotten one to myself since I'd shown up so late, and there was an uneven number. But I was appalled at what I saw. The room was covered in princess pink lace and fluffy pink rugs. If all girls' rooms looked like this, Evie must be really happy right about now. I slammed the curtains shut and sauntered across the hall to Mal and Evie's room. At least, that was my intent. Before I could, however, I was stopped by Prince Jon. I almost crashed into him. He looked at me and smiled.

"Hera. So nice to see you," he smiled.

"My apologies, your majesty," I sighed. "I wasn't watching where I was going,"

"Oh, no need to be so formal. I told you: you can call me Jon. Anyways, do you have a moment? I'd love to get to know you."

"I'm sorry, but I do not. I have to check on my friends, and I still have to unpack. Perhaps tomorrow after classes?"

"Sounds like a date," Jon smiled. Before he left, he kissed my other cheek.

Why me? I thought as he walked away. I snapped out of my daze and knocked on Mal and Evie's door.

"Who is it?" I heard Mal's sharp voice ask.

"Hera."

"Ooh!" Evie squealed. The door shot open and I jumped back a bit. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me in, slamming the door behind her. She turned me around and I saw the excited look on her face.

"E hasn't shut up about you and Prince Jon since we unpacked," Mal sighed.

"It's so obvious he likes you," she screeched. I shook my head.

"It's too easy, E. He wants something from me... I just don't know what."

"Oh, come on, H," Evire huffed. "He likes you! Why else would he kiss both your cheeks and ask you out?"

"You heard that?"

"Yeah. You guys were kinda loud," Mal chuckled.

"Why were you being so formal?" Evie asked.

"He's the prince, Evie. There are regulations you have to follow..."

"Hera, will you at least give him a chance?"

"What?"

"At least try to love him!"

I sighed, bu caved.

"Alright. But this relationship is strictly business."

"On what regulations?"

"That I just don't want to!"

Evie sighed and I moved on.

"Alright, so what was with Mal and that wand business?"

"Oh. Her mom wants her to steal Fairy Godmother's wand so that our parents can be freed and take overt the world. We were gonna try to steal it tonight, but if you don't-"

"I'm in," I smirked.

Mal smiled and winked at me. After that whole event, I walked back across to my room. I slammed the door shut, locking myself in a world full of torture and pinkness. I walked over to my torn-up black bag and began unpacking the little amount of things I had. After unloading the small quantity of clothing, I took out the last item in my bag. What I saw made my eyes swell. It was a picture of the five of us, back when we were young. All of us were making some sort of silly face. I toothlessly smiled and put the picture on a small mirror on the dresser, tears running down my eyes. I missed the days when we were all happy and careless.

But things got ugly fast.