The King's Pet

#24

Grayson

Nice going, Gray. You weirded her out. 

Well, I'm not good at flirting! And she's so freaking gorgeous, funny and smart. Damn it. Why can't I be smooth? She wasn't even interested. 

The bathroom? Really? You've been here a billion times! 

For fuck's sake. Why can't I be good at flirting like Seth or Cole? I need tips from them because I'm clearly not doing well.

I can't believe I like a human. I've met her once! Well, twice now. But... she's so different from vampires. She has spunk. The way she greeted me today. 

Who the fuck are you?

I don't think a vampire would ever say that to anyone. And Seth, the absolute moron, probably has no idea that he has her wrapped around his finger.

I love Seth; he's one of my best friends but he can be so oblivious sometimes, it's ridiculous.

The way she looks at him, I wish she'd look at me like that...

For fuck's sake! Why do I even like her?! I've met her twice. What is wrong with me? I've never even spared a glance at other humans but she's... different.

I sound like some lovesick teenager. At this point, I'm really questioning my sanity. I'm three hundred and thirty four years old! You'd think I'd probably be extremely mature and sophisticated by now, but here we are. 

I sighed. How the fuck did I get myself into this situation? She's clearly not interested. 

I made my way to the stupid bathroom. 

Seth

I was finishing off some work when Grayson of all people barged into my office. 

Do people not understand the art of knocking?

He looked slightly annoyed, but gave me a hug anyway. 

"Hey, man. How was Hawaii?" I asked, grinning. 

"It was good," he answered curtly, pouting. I sighed.

"What's up with you?" I questioned curiously. When he didn't answer, I warned him. "If you don't tell me, I'll read your mind and find out."

"Girl problems," he finally replied, sighing defeatedly. 

I raised a brow, leaning on my desk. "Care to elaborate?"

He's three hundred and thirty four whole ass years old and he still has girl problems? He needs to get his shit together. 

He looked at me. "Well, there's this girl. Who I like. But she's not interested, but she likes someone that I'm friends with and I don't know what to do."

Out of respect for his privacy, I didn't find out who the girl was because that would be a bit invasive. "Gray, if this girl doesn't realize that you are literally the best option she could get, then let her go. She's not worth it. Come on, man! You're literally a Royal. You've got personality, looks, wealth. So whoever she is, she's missing out."

"Well, I'm a Royal, but what if this person likes the King?" he asked, his tone a mixture of bitterness and vulnerability 

My eyes widened. "Wait, me?"