Royal Blood {Jalex}

Chapter Two {Alex}

"Who the hell are you?" I demanded harshly as I glared at the lanky boy that was stepping on my fucking flowers. He shifted his weight uncomfortably at my words, almost like he was nervous. But I didn't care. When he had moved, he had went from standing in the space between the blue and purple flowers to being on the purple flowers.

"Uh, I'm Jack," he said uncertainly. I stood up in exasperation, and grabbed his arm. He tensed up at the contact, and I dragged him off of the flower beds.

He gasped as my sharp fingernails dung into his forearm, and I released him immediately. I didn't purposely hurt people-I'm not my dad. "Sorry," I muttered as I took a step back from the grungy man in front of me. He looked like he hadn't showered in weeks, and he didn't necessarily smell much better.

I straightened my spine and spoke with more force and spite than I previously had. "Well, Jack," I said practically spitting out his name, "what the hell are you doing in my garden?"

I didn't know what it was about the man that had stumbled into my garden, but I didn't like him. Maybe it was the way he held himself, or the way that his voice held a hint of distaste for me, but honestly, it was probably because he was stunningly attractive. Or maybe it was the fact that he had stomped all over my garden less than three minutes ago and was showing zero remorse.

"You don't like me," he said thoughtfully, ignoring my question before asking one of his own, "why is that?"

"Maybe because you fucking stepped on my flowers!" I exclaimed. This guy was so pushy, and he seemed to not care that I was the prince. "Now, answer my question," I forced out, calmer than before.

"Oh yes, I forgot!" he said. What a nut job. "Well you see, that's a long story, and I don't think you'll like it very much. It isn't boring no, no, no. Not at all! You just might not appreciate some of the things your dear father did to me," he said with a hint of malice in his voice near the end of his statement. He paused, and I caught a glint of something foreign in his eyes, and I couldn't even begin to fathom what it was.

"I don't like your tone," I said coldly, putting up a wall to keep out the one who could only mean trouble. "I could call the guards on you, and have them escort you to the dungeon for trespassing on royal grounds," I continued in the same, heartless voice.

"But you won't. I've heard things about you, and how soft you are. Don't lie to me; I know you aren't like him. You won't call the guards, you're too lonely for that. You just want company," he replied and took a step closer to me. And he was absolutely right.

"You're wrong," I lied, but when I saw him shaking his head at me, I stopped. I sat down on the rock path that wove through the garden and sighed. I patted the floor next to me hesitantly and amended myself, "you're right."

He sat next to me and stretched out his long legs. "Do you want to hear the story, ding-dong?" he asked me. I snorted at his use of the word ding-dong, but nodded a yes.

"Well then, here's the story of how I, Jack Barakat, got arrested, sentenced to death, broke out, dragged back to prison, escaped for the second time, and found this sweet little garden."

I waited for him to start his story earnestly, and finally he did. "I guess I should start with how I got arrested, huh?"

I gave him the go-ahead, and he bit his lip thoughtfully. He opened his mouth and closed it before speaking, "Well, I was doing something I had given up long ago…"