Never in my life have I ever been more embarrassed and infuriated at the same time. I’m not even sure what I feel more: the painful embarrassment or the raging anger within me. I am at such loss for words that Langley has to speak for me.
“Are you deaf? Did you not hear who he is?” Langley, too, seems at a loss. His brown eyes are the size of saucers and his jaw can’t seem to stay close, but rather continues to hang open, even as he waits for an answer. Being a friend of mine for years, he has become accustomed to all those around me doing exactly as I say, when I say it. I’m the Prince, after all, and with that title comes a few perks. Like people listening to me. If I say roll over, they roll over. if I say to speak, they speak. If I say to lick the dirt off the bottom of their shoes, then you bet your ass they’ll do exactly that. Yet it seems as though someone has missed the memo.
“I heard,” the demon-like boy says with onyx eyes that are deeper and darker than any abyss. His expression is one of utter boredom. He’s acting like we just told him the weather. “I just don’t care.”
Looking into black eyes filled to the brim with a confidence I cannot dream of possessing, I feel the fire in my stomach turn into a roaring inferno. Who the hell does he think he is to treat me in such a way? Does he not know what I can do to him? Getting him expelled would be easy. I could do it simply by suggestion!
The black-eyed and even blacker-haired boy gestures to an empty seat a few rows up. He says in a tone that clearly illustrates his disinterest, “There’s an empty seat there. Perhaps if His Majesty wishes for a better spot, he should wake up earlier and get to class on time like everyone else instead of kicking others out of their seats like an immature brat.”
The entire class gasps at his use of the phrase “immature brat,” or maybe they're shocked by the entire situation. It isn't every day a person sees their future king being spoken to in such a way. Actually, it has never happened before. Never in my life have I been treated in such a way and, to be honest, I haven't a clue how to respond to it. My brain cannot seem to function. It's burning with anger, with the need to slam my fist directly into his stupid boy face.
To think this all started over a chair...