“A late pass from the headmaster,” the guy informed, that smile of his hiking before he ventured to the back of the classroom. Pulling off his blazer, he exposed a set of chiseled biceps and similar forearms when he rolled up his sleeves. He concluded by loosening his tie. Second period English was apparently this guy’s relaxation period. Once he finally made it to his seat, he clasped hands with not one but several guys in the back. Those who didn’t get handshakes got fist bumps, and Mr. Pool merely shook his head at the spectacle.
“I’d expect nothing else, Mr. Prinze,” he said, huffing before tossing the pass on his desk. “If you’re done?”
Mr. Prinze gave him the floor, nodding like he led the class instead of the teacher. What was laughable was Mr. Pool actually let him do that before going to the board and bullet-pointing today’s lesson.
I pulled my English book out of my bag. “I just saw that guy,” I whispered, getting Birdie’s attention. Mr. Pool’s back was still to us, and Birdie turned, looking to the back of the room before facing me.
“Royal?” she asked. “What was he doing?”
That guy’s name would be Royal Prinze. His parents were probably pretty damn impressed with themselves too. It all seemed fitting, though, considering the way this boy owned second period English.
Lowering, I explained to Birdie quickly what I saw in the boathouse. Mr. Pool was still busy at the board, and once my story concluded, Birdie did nothing but smirk.
She lowered too. “I’m not surprised, but I’m sure you know all about that, him.”
“If you’d all turn to page ninety-seven, and we’ll begin our look into the Renaissance period. December, I’ll touch base to see where you are in your studies later, but don’t be afraid to let me know while we work today if you’re lost or anything, all right?”
The attention on me, I pulled away from Birdie and what she said. Giving Mr. Pool a wave, I told him I would, and he gratefully moved on but not without me catching the eye of a certain green-eyed blond. He had his legs crossed, thick and muscular, in my direction. Pen to his lips, he flicked at it with a finger, making a silver ring flash on his right hand.
“Why would I know about him?” I asked, purposely severing his connection with me and talking to Birdie.
She frowned in my direction. “Royal Prinze?” she questioned, to which I shrugged. She tilted her head. “He’s only your sister’s best friend.”
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