Princes In Hiding

Unwanted Interactions

I thought the morning would go like a breeze. I know for a fact that Joseph and Harold go to school earlier for their varsity and student government duties. I believe Vincent goes in early too usually. Florence will probably tag along with Joseph. I thought I would wake up and go through the morning without seeing them, but I was wrong.

"Aaaah!" I hear a scream when I opened the bathroom door. The sound of shower water hitting the tiles echoes around the room. I immediately shut my eyes before I could see anything that I'd regret seeing. "Who's there," the person asked. I recognized the voice and I could feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry," I told Vincent. I immediately shut the door and rushed back to my room. I buried my face in my hands. "This cannot be happening this early," I thought. I couldn't help but blame him for this as well. Why didn't he lock the door before taking a shower? I took a peek outside my door and saw Vincent quickly leave the bathroom, fully clothed.

I debated on whether I should use the same bathroom or use a different one. The shower in my own private bathroom is broken so I've been using the general second floor bathroom. I took a deep breath and dashed to the general bathroom and locked the door. By the time I finished getting ready for school, all of the boys have left the house. Good.

While walking on the school hallway, I suddenly heard my name being called. When I looked towards the source, I saw the last person who I wanted to see right now. "Oh no," I thought. I put my head down and began to walk quickly towards my class. I can hear Vincent's footsteps following me, but I didn't stop. I unfortunately underestimated his speed and soon, I can feel his hand holding my elbow. I looked at him, feeling irritated and I could see the same emotion on his face.

Vincent sighed. "I just wanted to apologize," he said.

"Can we not talk about this now," I told him. We were in the school hallways and I can feel eyes on me.

"Trust me, I don't want to talk about it as well," he said. He shifted the strap of his guitar bag on his shoulder and smiled. "See you in third period then," he said before leaving and waving goodbye. I nearly forgot. We do have third period together for History class. I just prayed that this awkwardness that I'm feeling will soon fade away before that period.

I lifted my feet which has been stuck in the same place for a few seconds longer than it should. I ignored the looks people were giving me and continued to walk towards my first class. However, I hear a ruckus from behind me. I looked back and saw the football team laughing and messing around as usual. One of the boys caught sight of me and did a howl.

"How childish," I thought. I rolled my eyes and turned my back at them. When I did, I found myself looking at Joseph and his girlfriend, Candice, walking towards the group. I expected some sort of reaction from Joseph upon seeing me. This didn't happen though. He kept a straight face and didn't give a single glance toward my direction.

Surprisingly, it hurt less than what the books say. Perhaps it's the fact that I didn't love him at all. He is just an acquaintance to me. An acquaintance who turns out to be a prince. I wondered what her girlfriend will think if she finds out about this. My mind suddenly made up some ridiculous reactions.

The first two classes soon just came and go, and before the third period came recess. I could proudly say that my nervousness and embarrassment has been long gone during this time.

I sat alone on the table at the end of the cafeteria. I was reading my history book and highlighting a few words written on it when suddenly shadows blocked the light. I looked up and saw three girls looking down at me. I recognize them as the girls who seem so obsessed with Vincent. They were always in his classes before the bell rings.

"You're blocking my light," I tell them with slight irritation in my voice.

They made a mocking laugh and sat down across me. I should be glad that I can clearly see my notes again but now they suddenly decide to annoy me longer with their presence. "Do you think we don't know what you're doing," one of them, Alexa is her name, asked.

"You don't really need to be dumb to know that I'm studying," I tell her pointing at my opened History book, "but yet again, I do know you flunked our logic test once." This was a lie. I couldn't care less about her, but I do know she had terrible scores in exams. It is truly amusing to see her annoyed expression. I tried to conceal my grin but failed.

"Stay away from him," she replied, "He is way out of your league."

"To make sure we are at the same page, we are talking about Vincent, right," I ask them, "If so then you shouldn't worry about me." I stood up and placed my book in my bag. I decided to just study in the classroom since my silence was easily disrupted in here. Before leaving the table, I looked back at the girls. "By the way, he is way out of your league," I tell them before walking out of the cafeteria.

Third period bell rings and the classroom was already nearly full with students. I sit next to the window and I could hear Vincent's guitar being played from the back of the room. He hasn't said a single word to me and I was grateful for that. It would have caused a confusion, considering my wonderful reputation. I wouldn't be surprised if more people like Alexa will start coming up to me after talking to either of the boys.

"That's the last thing I'd want," I thought. The class started and the teacher talked more about the different regions of the world. This time, Vincent didn't interrupt the discussion and stayed silent at the back.

By the end of the day, neither of the boys made contact with me. No girl decided to poorly threaten me with nonsense. It was almost a normal day for me after the recess incident.

The last bell rung and students flood the hallways; meeting up with friends, waving goodbyes, making weekend plans. I head straight towards the exit. There's no need for me to stop and interact with anyone. The Lone Wolf doesn't need anyone.

Soon, the school was out of sight as I continue to walk going home. I was making my mental list of things that I need to do when I was interrupted by someone calling my name. I looked back and saw Vincent rushing towards me.

"What do you want," I ask him a bit too harshly.

"What do you mean," Vincent said, "Can't I walk home with you? We do live in the same place now." I opened my mouth to object, but what excuse will I make? No one from school will see us from here. His cover won't be blown. I knew I couldn't get away in this situation so I just shrugged and continued walking with him.

The Lone Wolf doesn't need anyone, right?

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Author's Notes
I want to thank everyone who has been reading. I know I'm not sticking well with my update plan. I've been busy with reading and practicing for a certain event. I do hope this story is going well for people's taste.
By the way, can anyone help me edit this book by simply pointing out every grammatical error, misspelled word, and awkward sentences/paragraphs? I do reread my works but not as often than I should. I promise to give a shoutout to every person that helps in the next chapters.
My chapters are getting longer (1,200+ words). Should I keep this up or should I go back to 1,000 or less words?