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

14

I paused the TV when a knock sounded at the front door. I left Dean whining on the couch, opening the door to Bobby, Ingrid and Milo. I looked them over. They were all dressed and ready to go, something I was perplexed by.

"Do all of you have hot dates or something?" They chuckled and stepped inside. Bobby quirked an eyebrow at Dean, probably not expecting him to still be over, but he said nothing. I was grateful for that.

"The party is tonight, remember?" I frowned.

"I thought you didn't want to go." Bobby pouted.

"I don't, but Milo's friends are gonna be there and Connor's going, too, so..." Ingrid rolled his eyes at Bobby and I sighed.

"Well I'm not dressed or even close to ready to go out anywhere." Milo looked me over.

"You just have to get dressed and do your hair." I looked to Dean, who was watching the TV again, having played it.

"Hey!" I protested and he turned to me. "I'm missing it." He narrowed his eyes.

"You're the one who left the couch." I gaped at him.

"I had to get the door—"

"Excuses, excuses." I huffed.

"Dick." He raised his eyebrows and I turned back to my friends, who were just staring at me. "What?" They said nothing.

"So, are you coming?" Ingrid asked. I bit my lip.

"Coming where?" I flinched at the sudden close proximity of Dean's voice, turning to find him next to me.

"Alex's party," Milo answered before I could, and then his eyes widened as soon as he got the words out. "Oh."

"Oh," Dean echoed, a frown on his face.

"Come." Dean met my eyes, a glint in his own, and I frowned. "To the party, I mean." He laughed a little before shaking his head.

"I'll pass." I frowned, looking at my friends.

"I'll meet you guys at Alex's. What floor and room?"

"Floor two, room twenty-two." I nodded and ushered them out, shutting the door and turning to Dean with my back pressed against the wood.

"Please come with me." He shook his head.

"No thanks." I pouted.

"Please?" He crossed his arms.

"Nope."

"Baby—" I cut myself short. I hadn't meant to say that out loud. His lips twitched and I blushed deeply. "Um..."

"Baby what?" I blushed harder.

"I meant to say that in my head."

"You call me nicknames in your head?"

"Um... yes? They used to be a lot meaner," I admitted and he let out a breathy chuckle.

"I wouldn't put it past you and your attitude."

"I do not have an attitude," I frowned. He snorted.

"Right, and I'm a virgin." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Funny." He smirked at me.

"Awe, are you jealous?" I crossed my arms.

"Shut up. I don't get jealous." He quirked an eyebrow. Nearing me, he towered over me and I swallowed.

"No?"

"No."

"Not even if you think about... me and Oliver?" I glared at him but my cheeks were aflame.