The Nerd Duchess

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

"Literature..."

At that moment when Victoria thought her day couldn't get any worst, it did.

"Hey," Adam said smirking at her, "what do you know, Victoria has the same."

He totally ignored the glare that Victoria was sending him. He thanked his lucky stars that looks cannot kill because if it did then he knew he would have been six feet under.

"Is it now?" Charles said smirking as he turned from Adam back to Victoria who narrowed her eyes at him. "Then you wouldn't mind being my tour guide, love now? Would you?"

"As a matter of fact, yes," she said stubbornly. "Find another tour guide, your highness. I am busy."

"What could make you so busy?" Charles said smirking.

"A lot of things, your majesty," she said smirking. Her eyes were twinkling with mischief as she looked back at the smirking raven-haired.

"Like what, Ri?" Charles said. "And for the last time, I told you to call me Charles."

"Like avoiding you for example," she said shrugging her shoulders as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

It probably was considering the amount of hatred she was portraying towards the monarch.

"Oh really?" Charles said in amusement.

"Yes," she said nodding her head seriously. "The job of avoiding you, your majesty, is quite a handful."

"When did you two meet, anyway?" Adam asked as he looked at the two. One was sending a look that could simply kill, if looks really can, while the other was goofing off, laid back and clearly amuse and totally unfazed.

"Last summer," Charles said easily while Victoria's glare didn't vanished. "She is a stubborn girl, isn't she?" he said turning to look at them ignoring Victoria completely.

"Are you still surprise?" Elizabeth said. "She is the most stubborn person, I know."

Hayley agreed. "It's frustrating sometimes too."

Victoria's jaw dropped. "I'm here you know? Are you seriously having this conversation as if I'm not here?"

They ignored her as they continued talking as she never opened her mouth and never said anything. After a lot of failed attempts of getting their attention, Victoria surrendered.

She sighed and continued to finish her lunch silently. She finished before them and pushed her tray aside for a place for her notebook.

She rolled her eyes before she scanned the opened notebook she had. If they are going to have talk about her as if she was not there then might as well make something productive while waiting for them to finish since leaving was not an option. She put on her ear plugs and her IPod on shuffle to drown out the noise of the Mess Hall.

And with that she was in her own world in her words and her imaginations.

***

Literature that afternoon was bearable. Actually it may have been the most bearable session they had since the term started in Victoria opinion. Mainly because she wasn't dozing off during classes just like she usually does in the past days. They were doing creative writing that day, something Victoria had been waiting for since the start of classes.

She had a smile on her face as she furiously wrote about her past failed romance. Professor Marley Patterson, an old woman in her fifties, had instructed them to write an essay with at least 500 words about love in any shape and form.