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8:06 A/M

I talked to my history teacher, and I am now on the verge of failing. 

He said it wasn't his problem that I didn't get it in on time, that my priorities weren't set straight. That life won't always work out how you plan and devise it to. That life isn't a fairytale, where we all get happy endings at the end.

I nodded my head monotonously, nobody has ever spoke truer words.

I stumbled my way out of his room, refusing to let the tears fall from the brinks they were held captive at. He bid me goodbye, "And I suggest you straighten it up a bit next time, eh?" I nodded once again and walked out, being faced with the morning sun.

"To use it as an excuse for the next day," I muttered my very own words to myself, shame clouding over me. I took the same pathway to my next early class, and that laugh rang through my head, and I wasn't sure if I was going insane or not.

I turned around discreetly, and his gorgeous blue eyes, towering frame, tousled brown hair, and his striking..everything gazed lovingly towards the girl beside him, who had also been beside him in the picture as well.

I swear I was glaring daggers that could kill as he shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, until he met my eyes.

Shock was evident on his face as he mumbled something to his friends, and they too looked over and shrugged. Their lips read confusion and unknowingness.

He asked around for me, but no one knew my name.

He shook his head and played if off playfully, but I wasn't quite done. 

I walked over to him, and I could feel Ashley's blood boiling with sweet revenge. His eyes plead me not to say anything, and I didn't.

Doesn't mean Ashley didn't have anything to say.

"I had sooo much fun last night," Her voice came out breathless, and I couldn't believe it was coming out of my own mouth, though they weren't my own words. I slipped him his phone, making his girlfriend and friends very obvious of his actions last night.

His face doubled over in red, in embarrassment, and with that I, sorry, Ashley walked off, and each pair of eyes from behind burned holes into my back. Only one thing was on my mind, and it wasn't my almost failing grade in history, or the fact that there are some people who can't keep it in their pants,

but that I had yet to figure out what to call my too much of a charming prince.

And he was just as insane as I am.