The Prince of Royalty (PREVIOUSLY ROYALTY HAS ITS PERKS; UNDER MAJOR EDITING)

8

By the time lunch rolled around, I felt completely at ease. After Psychology, I had study hall with Milo and then Algebra with Bobby, so all was well. Until I sat down.

"Ready to tell me about your Dean-cret?" I frowned at Bobby.

"My what?"

"Your Dean-cret. Get it?" I shook my head. "Your Dean secret!" I stared at him, about to speak when a voice cut me off.

"Who's got a Dean secret?" My chest stuttered as none other than Dean took a seat next to me. JT followed suit, sitting on the other side of his friend. Milo and Ingrid were still up in the line, so it was just us four at the moment.

"Johnny does," Bobby answered, his mouth full of carrots. I widened my eyes at him, kicking him beneath the table. "Ow! Johnny, what the--"

"Did you just kick him?" Dean asked, laughing as he spoke.

"No. I didn't."

"You definitely did," JT chimed in. I sighed.

"Whatever," I grumbled.

"Anyways. Johnny's got a secret, and he won't spit it out." At this point, Milo and Ingrid were taking a seat on either side of Bobby. I rolled my eyes and went to take a drink of my apple juice when Dean spoke again.

"Yeah, Johnny doesn't seem like a... spitter." Apple juice. All. Over. Me. I coughed furiously, and Milo quickly handed me a few napkins. Dean patted my back a few times, stopping the action only to rub circles over my shirt, his hand moving to the small of my back. "You okay?" I glared at him, snatching his hand off of me.

"I'm fine." He was biting back a laugh, I could tell.

"Anyways, Bobby." I groaned internally. "You said it was a Dean secret, right?" I glared at Dean, who knew good and well what Johnny was unknowingly referring to.

"Yes! Do you know what it is? You must if it's about you." Dean looked at me, and I sent him a look that said, Don't you dare. He smiled deviously and I went to kick him, but he swiftly caught my calf with his hand beneath the table. His hand slowly slid up my leg until it was resting on my thigh. I clenched my jaw, looking forward and trying to push away the pounding of my heart.

"You know... I can't say that I do know what it is," Dean finally said, and Bobby huffed.

"Damn it." Dean chuckled, and I smacked his hand off of me, scooting away from him. He smiled softly, turning to have a conversation with JT.

When I got to my last class of the day, I was disappointed and frustrated to see that Dean was already seated. He was in the back, which meant I couldn't go there, but I didn't want to sit in the front, so I settled for a seat in the middle row. I heard a chair scuff the ground and frowned deeply.

"I swear to fucking--" My words were cut short by a chair next to me being pulled out. "Damn it, Dean--" I stopped dead when my eyes landed on someone I didn't recognize. At least not as well as Dean.

"Is this seat taken?" He asked with a small chuckle. I blushed, smiling apologetically.

"No, sorry... I thought you were--"

"Dean?" I nodded slowly, my eyes wandering back to the dark eyed boy who was staring at me and the boy. More like glaring. What? "I figured. Are you new?"

"Yeah, this is my first year."

"Oh, sweet. I'm Alex." There was a peculiar ache in the pit of my gut at the sound of his name as I comprehended why Dean was glaring. I looked at him again, and he was sitting back in his seat with crossed arms and headphones in, staring blankly ahead. He was angry, anyone could see that.