The Crown Prince's Love

~Desmond~

It was happening again.

Throughout the history class, I could feel his intense glares directed at me, even though I avoided eye contact.

If looks could kill, Randy would have already taken my life.

Ana shared details about her upcoming birthday party, and we reminisced about our history while she laughed it off. When I turned around, his once bright blue eyes, now darker, were fixed on me. I visibly gulped, forcing myself to focus on the professor and ignore the erratic beating of my heart.

The overwhelming feeling persisted, one moment, he ignited my emotions and the next, he made me regret encountering him after two long years. Throughout the class, I nervously rubbed my sweaty hands together, concealing them from Ana, who was still immersed in her birthday party discussion.

As the class concluded and Randy exited the room, I hastily rose and caught up with him.

Finding him alone, as Noah had abandoned him to flirt with others, I attempted to speak as I approached him. However, he abruptly halted, causing me to stop in my tracks. Turning around, he casually brushed a strand of hair from his forehead.

"Desmond!" He called out, drawing attention from everyone in the hallways.

Murmurs circulated as my name echoed through the crowd. Disregarding the onlookers, I concentrated on Randy. With each step toward him, my body yearned to get closer. "Kneel," He ordered.

Initially, I struggled to comprehend his words until he repeated the command. "Kneel, Desmond," He insisted, shocking me with his behavior.

Despite my confusion, I lowered my head and bowed to the ground. A crowd had gathered to witness the spectacle, leaving me perplexed about Randy's demeaning orders.

"I need you to tie my shoelace," He stated, extending his sneakers.

Shakingly, I reached out, but he stopped me with his hand. "Any problem?" I inquired, only to be met with laughter as he stepped back and walked away.

"Meet me at the school cafeteria," He said, leaving me on the ground.

I wouldn't say I liked this new facet of him, mean spirited, seeking revenge without reason. He behaved like a spoiled prince, starkly contrasting with the sweet and welcoming Randy I once knew. His sudden transformation stemmed from an incident two years ago, and now, he reappeared as someone unrecognizable.

Remaining on the ground, I felt a hand on my back. Finally, someone was offering help.

When I turned, it was Ana. "What's happening here?" She asked.

Groaning, I stood up and faced her. "Thank you," I muttered, relieved she rescued me from embarrassment. "I should go guard the prince in the cafeteria. Right now, I believe he needs me."

"You are the prince's guard?" Ana asked, shocked by the newest discovery. "I see." She sighed, and then we started walking down the hallways of our faculty, heading towards the cafeteria. "Have you found a new girl yet?" She asked.

I shook my head in response. "I don't fancy anyone."

"Great," She responded. "I..." She paused as we reached the entrance of the cafeteria.

"What about you?"

She shrugged her shoulders and laughed.

"I haven't found one." She muttered.

Just as I was about to reply, someone appeared out of nowhere and rushed towards us, knocking me off balance.

Ana and I lost our balance as we stood close to each other at the entrance. As I tried to stand up, somebody else kicked my legs, and this time, I accidentally landed a kiss on Ana's lips. "Oh no!" I thought.

~Randy~

Describing the intensity of my anger as a mere understatement would be an injustice. I yearned to unleash a primal scream.

I had never felt such overwhelming fury before. I seethed with anger over the unfolding events. If I had the opportunity, I would have seized control and rushed to claim Desmond as my own. "Desmond, you foolish guard." I muttered as I strode into the cafeteria.

The room, previously abuzz with conversation, fell eerily silent upon my entrance. Hushed whispers and sidelong glances filled the void like a harbinger of doom had just crossed the threshold. They must fear me. I observed.

I, however, doubted that fear was the sole reason. After all, I was the crown prince, there was no logical cause for them to be afraid.

"Your Highness," A server bowed from behind their counter. "Welcome. Please let us know your preferences, and we will promptly fulfill them." Maybe I was right, for as soon as the server spoke, another escorted me to an isolated table, separate from the rest, bearing our names.

Noah and Sonnia were already there, having lunch with their friends.

As usual, Noah was surrounded by many girls while Sonnia chatted with her friends.

I took my seat, glancing at my siblings, who paid me no mind, engrossed in their activities.

With arms crossed, I placed my orders with the servers and waited patiently for Desmond's arrival.

Minutes passed, and the table filled with Desmonds favorite dishes, particularly spaghetti, yet he was conspicuously absent. I refrained from touching my food, anticipating his arrival based on the orders I had given him.

After nearly five minutes of waiting, he finally appeared with Ana by his side, laughing as they strolled in.

I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, displeasure resonating in my mind.

Beneath the table, my fists clenched, my knuckles turning white as I observed them entering the cafeteria.

Unexpectedly, a hurried person bumped into Desmond and Ana, causing them to tumble into each other.

My fists tightened to the point of drawing blood. I anticipated they would quickly untangle themselves, but another individual rushed in, accidentally kicking Desmond's foot, causing their lips to meet briefly.

My patience reached its limit. Unable to bear it any longer, I screamed and slammed my hand on the table, creating a loud noise that drew everyone's attention, including my siblings.