The Prince and His Pauper

Chapter 63: The Prince's Memories

"You said. . . You said that's what you love about me." Cassiel confesses as he slouched as though he had an enormous weight lifted.

However, the second he told me this, my eyes widen in disbelief. I shook my head and responded to him, "No, that can't be. . . Why would I say that to you?"

"Because that dream of yours. . . That was our first date. . . Kind of. . ." Cassiel answers while I removed my hands from him and took a couple of steps away. This newfound information from Cassiel gave me the need to think this through by pacing across the classroom.

How could I take Cassiel on a date? No, it can't be. There is no way that I would take Cassiel on a date. I would never do that. It is not because I do not find the same gender attractive, but the risk it comes with it. If I had taken Cassiel on a date, how did I do this without Father discovering it?

That's right. Father would have known about it. I couldn't have done something as risky as going on a date with Cassiel. I thought after who knows how long I paced. It must be some lie Cassiel invented to trick me into responding to his feelings. That has to be it. Right?

"Why did I say that to you? Why would I take you on a date? I'm not gay!" I demand after I turned to face him again which made him jump a bit from my sudden outburst.

When Cassiel recovered, I could see how hurt he is by my words. Though, he gritted his teeth as if he was trying to hold back whatever he wanted to say next. It was obvious from the way he declared, "You don't remember this, but the reason you took me on a date was because you love me. Before your accident, I was your boyfriend and you were mine. That dream you had was of our first date and we became a couple."

He's still insisting on this lie. . . We were a couple? No, that's impossible. I have never been interested in the same sex. He has to be lying! I try to rationalize inside my head.

"You're lying to me. . . I would never go on a date with you!" I shout, though that shocked Cassiel from the way he widened his eyes.

"Why do you think I'm lying to you?!" Cassiel snaps in an angry tone that I never thought I would see him be.

"Who was that on your phone?" I hear Cassiel ask while a fuzzy image appears in my head. Could it be another memory? Why now?

"A friend of mine." I heard myself respond cautiously and watch him nod his head.

"Is that friend a girl?" Cassiel adds, his eyes never leaving whatever he was looking at. I can't remember what he was staring at. Wait, how do I know that he was looking at something?

I don't know if I responded to him because the next thing I heard was Cassiel inquiring in accusation. "What did she want?"

Who is she? Who were we talking about? When was this? The same day as my dream perhaps? It's not so far fetched if I think about it. Cassiel looks the same as he did when I dreamt about him last night.

"If it wasn't important, then why did she call you?" Cassiel practically snaps as his body tenses. Why is he so mad at me in this memory?

"Cassiel, it's nothing. Alright? Could we please get back to our date?" I request, irritation starting to build up inside me. We're both getting upset, but I can't remember why. If only my memory can tell me more. I want to know more.

"Now you're aware of our date?" Cassiel accuses, his head turning in my direction where I see his eyes glaring at me. He is glaring at me? But why?! What is making him angry?

Although, now I know something about the memory. We were on a date just like Cassiel told me earlier. That meant that he was telling the truth about us going on a date. However, does this mean we were arguing at the beach before or after my dream took place? If we were arguing, did anyone noticed us?