I had woken up late, as usual. I’ve always had this issue with waking up on time. It didn't take me long to dress, though, seeing as we had a uniform at Thorton's Academy. All I had to do was toss the silver-lined black uniform and tie on before heading off to my first class. My short blonde hair always managed to style itself, so there was no point in messing with it. Luckily for me, our professor was not there. On the board was written a small note saying he had forgotten something in his office and would return momentarily.

Not that I would have been in trouble for being late. I was sure he'd let me off the hook, this being my first day and me being... well, me. Langley happily offered me a “good morning” before I eyed the classroom for a spot.

I didn't want to sit in the back because then I'd have a rough time seeing the board. There were a plethora of other students back there as well, likely ones who had better eyesight or simply hated the idea of being called on so much that they would risk not seeing the board. I didn't want to sit in the front, either—the professor might pick on me. There was a perfect seat located on the left side of the room near the window. The sun did not reach it in a way that would leave me squinting and it seemed to have a nice breeze coming from the open windows. However, someone had already discovered the seat and was sitting there.

Whatever. I figured I'd just tell them to move.

I marched on over, head held high and Langley in tow. The boy didn't notice me standing next to him. (Now that I think about it, he probably didn't care.) His deep brown eyes, which were bordering on black, were staring out the window. They didn't even turn to me when I cleared my throat.

"Hmm?" he hummed, still paying me no mind. It made my skin crawl.

"I want to sit here," I said, pointing to the desired desk. I decided to let him off the hook since he clearly couldn't tell who I was by my voice alone. "Move."

I smiled and waited for him to do as I said. They always did. However, the boy finally turned to look at me with an expression of confusion. He raised an elegant brow and asked, "Why would I do that?"

It was my turn to become confused, because the answer should have been an obvious one. "Because I said to," I replied, growing impatient with him. Did he not know who I was? When I wanted something, I got it. Besides, it was just a chair. He should move already so I could have it.

"And if I told you to jump off a bridge, would you do it?"

And that is basically how we ended up here. He made me look like a fool a bit more. I informed him of who I was and he still insisted on insulting me and arguing. Perhaps I would not have been so angry about this whole ordeal if he hadn't spoken to me in such a way but... his arrogance pisses me off.

"You cannot speak to me like that," I hiss through teeth that have been clenched since the moment he opened those pale lips. I'm the Prince! Did his parents not teach him to respect the royal family?

"Oh, my bad," he says and, with a grin that only adds fuel to the fire, continues on. "Please come to class on time like everyone else, Your Highness."

"As if saying please fixes anything!" Langley hollers at my side. He seems as taken aback as me. He's never witnessed such a thing, either, and it's leaving us both annoyed. Langley is about to lean over and grab the demon when Professor Bennett arrives.

"Boys," Professor Bennett says, grabbing everyone's attention but mine and that of the demon sitting smugly before me. I am still glaring daggers at him and he's still smirking like... like... I don't even have a word for it! "Is there a problem?"

"No," I hiss, wishing not to embarrass myself further. I cannot believe I got into an argument over a damn seat, but... but it's this douchebag’s fault! He is acting as if I'm not his future king and instead is treating me like some commoner!

I, somehow, manage to make my way to an empty seat without stomping. He already called me an immature brat. Stomping will not disprove him. Not to mention that I can feel his dark eyes watching my every movement in an attempt to prove what he said to be true. I will not grant him the satisfaction.

"I'm glad you could join us today, Your Highness." Professor Bennett sends a smile in my direction which I cannot return. My blood is still boiling and probably will be for the next week. "I see you have already acquainted yourself with Quinton Underwood."

He gestures to the demon. "Top of our class. Top of the school, actually." Profess Bennett sends Quinton a proud smile. "Should you need any help and feel more comfortable speaking with a student, then I would suggest you go to him."

The class erupts with giggles that cause Professor Bennett to stare oddly. One glare from me and everyone is silent. Of course they would giggle after what had just happened. I’d rather cut myself open with a dull blade than ask for that kid’s help. Top of the class—pff, I should have figured as much. The confidence is practically seething out of his pores. I could cut the egotistical mist around him with a knife and serve it for dinner.