Solace

Chapter 1

       My precious first kiss was stolen from the one and only Prince Kyle Sepncer Reid. It was early summer, my mother and I had just moved to the castle for her new job. I was only six. He was busy playing video games on his fancy gameboy (this was the olden days, okay?) in the garden when I stumbled upon it coincidently. At first glance, he looked nice. But his attitude stank.

        I had developed an immediate crush on him at first glance. I wouldn't call it love at first sight, it was only a mere crush. Because once his mouth opened and he spoke, I already wanted to stuff his face with mud pies. He was really weird, like he thought he was the king of the world. I hated people like that. He, somehow, thought I was in love with him.

        We arugued only after a couple of sentences. And then he just... smacked right on the lips and then walked away like nothing ever happened. I was left in the garden with my mouth gaped and eyes widened. I cried, of course. Tons and tons and tons of tears.

        Why am I talking about kisses? Stupid psychology class that makes us discuss stupid and personal things about our lives. This class pries so much into our personal life, I wonder if they are teaming up with a group of FBI agents to get information squeezed out of us. I don't know... Just a guess.

        "So... who's your first kiss?" Kacie asks, nudging me with her elbow.

        "Urgh," I groan. "Can I just say that I haven't had it yet?"

        "On paper, yes. To your best friend, no." She grins, moving in closer so that I could whisper it to her.

        "You know who. That stupid guy." I reply.

        She wiggles her eyebrows. "Kyle?"

        I roll my eyes, nodding once and then laying my head down on the table. Any girl would've rolled her eyes, scoffed, and told me I was lying. No one would ever believe that I live in the castle, and childhood "friends" with the prince, and had my first kiss taken by him. Because that would be imagination; for them, at least. But the thing is, they would love to be the ones chosen to do these things. I am very ungrateful and would love to have my position taken at any time.

        Ever since Kyle went to America, I haven't been able to get in contact with him- not that I want to or anything. Only the king and queen are permitted to talk with him every once in a while, but they don't usually want to. They use the excuse of being too busy, but I'm sure it's because they hate getting involved with him. The only way I can recognize him now is his frequent pictures blasted on the magazines for once, getting wasted and the others are just random interviews.

        And today, my 7 years of freedom ends. Kyle is coming back and it is my responsibility to get him from the airport. At least I get to drive his car there and back. He specifically ordered for him to be driven home in his silver Lamborghini. Stupid and picky as always.

        Kyle has successfully graduated, while I still have one full year left of college before I finally get my masters degree in management. I have become valedictorian, always getting first place on my quarter and final exams; which is very hard to do for the best college in England. Kyle and I both skipped grades, too. He skipped two while I skipped one. Somehow, I wonder if he cheated on his tests and summer school.

        Both Kacie and I take our time walking to the cafeteria for lunch, discussing our homework while we get our lunches from our lockers. Just as I close my locker door, I can hear footsteps approaching us.

        "Solace." The voice made me want to ignore it and walk faster, but I have already tried that before and it resulted in be grabbed elbow and pushed up against a wall. Instead, I spin myself around to find the disgusting smirk plastered on his face. "Hey, beautiful."