Fighting For A King

Chapter Two

                 

                   

AN- for those of you continuing the story I've made some minor changes to the storyline so you might what to reread the first two chapters....

Parking in my designated spot at the front of the school I notice Andrew is already leaning against his Ferrari waiting for me. It's not until I get out I notice the deep frown on his face. Not even saying hello Drew grabs my arm pulling me towards the school. Who pissed in his coca pops? "sup Drew is it that time of the month again?" I tease attempting to lighten the mood. It's not until we reach the girls bathroom that he pushes me inside. At this point I begin to protest, "Drew seriously what the hell is going on?" I demand.

Not looking at me Drew locks the door making sure no one can come in before facing me. At this point I'm beginning to panic "I didn't get Head Boy" Drew mumbles rubbing the back of his neck. Just when I thought this was serious "Drew it's not that bad I mean I can deal with Timothy. I mean your still on the school council. Next time you have news like this can't you just tell me rather then making a big song and dance about it? I mean it's not like you actually wanted it right?" I ask trying to roll my eyes.

Something in his posture puts me on guard Drew is never tense or serious about anything ever. Yet here he stands his eyes guarded and his face solemn "I didn't get Head Boy because there wasn't a position to fill" he explains slowly. All humour leaves my body as I shut off. It's something I've learned to do in order to keep my emotions in check I just shut them off. Seeing my sudden mood change Drew attempts to reach towards me but I end up pulling back as if he's burned me. I can tell he's about to talk so I cut him off "it's fine everything's back to normal right?" I ask straightening my uniform. In the mirror I can see my blank stare and the concern in Andrews eyes, but I can't focus on that.

Before anything can happen the bell rings "time for form" I announce. Unable to think I just take it one step after another. Unlocking the bathroom door I continue to saunter down the hallway to my first form as if I own the place. Breathe. Just breathe. Keep your game face on. A presence behind me puts me on edge. Out of the corner of my eye I see a patch of blonde hair and relax a little. Andrew takes my hand squeezing it as a sign of support. Finally feeling supported I remember Dr. Evils demand "Drew what do you know about the Kings?" I ask curiously. Without hesitating Drew gives me the entire family history as we make our way through the halls, if there's one thing you can rely on its Andrews extensive knowledge of everyone's family history.

We arrive to our form before the late bell rings. We sit down at our table in the back corner in silence taking out our things. That is until Gideon Parkinson strolls in laughing loudly whipping his shaggy brown hair out of his face  "don't worry peeps the entertainment has arrived" he announces to the half full classroom earning a few laughs. Gideon is on the short side for a boy only being about 5"6 but what he lacks in height he more the makes up for in muscle. Drew stands up giving Gideon the classic guy handshake/hug thing "alright mate how was Thailand?" Drew asks sitting next to me again. Gideon laughs loudly again "hot and I'm not just talking about the girls" he jokes wiggling his eyebrows his honey coloured eyes dancing with mischief.

That all stops when he notices me "you told her didn't you? Dude she's got an entire week of freedom before he gets back why would you bother her now?" he asks addressing his accusing tone directly at Andrew. Raising both of his hands in surrender Drews eyes widen "hey she deserved to know" he defends himself. My hands ball into fists "I'm not a child you don't have to talk as if I'm not here. Now sit down Mrs O'Connell is about to start" I demand my tone icy. Not bothering to argue Gideon sits down taking his stuff out before turning to me and bowing his head "your majesty" he replies. Smirking I nod the smirk drops when I look at the empty seat next to him "Claudia?" I ask. The look he gives me says it all "she's being home tutored" was his short response. I couldn't respond as Mrs O'Connell had begun outlining the procedure for this year which considering we've already been here for six years is utterly pointless.