Chapter 6

Passing by a line of lockers I saw Jared Prince block my way, and by the irreverent, sly smile on his face he unfortunately considered himself quite important. And quite possibly, had parents much less involved to teach him otherwise.

Plastered to oddly angular, well-done features for a thirteen year old was a star quality devil natured grin. Even did the hand through his hair bit.

Honest, with foresight it was, a little sad. No matter the unjust, inhumane torture "juvenile corrections learning" really was.

"Need an escort to class, doll?" he asked in a voice much too steamy.

Nope, nope, nope.

Only much like that awful Dopey face the sheer audacity froze me in place!

Somehow he made walking to class sound so dirty.

"Are-- are you high?" I reprimanded high, shrill, and not the least bit subtly-- very unsafe feeling.

Prince's face crumbled. Gaping like a fish he stammered out "that on God almighty I'd never touch so much as a beer salt."

Realizing his tone, his volume, and general hamming he facepalmed.

And so I could regain myself to realize he was just... another rich snob with an inflated ego.

"Stupid," he grumbled.

Quite. And I was sure Lexy Forcett would appreciate nothing of the kind in her peaceful home and peaceful life anymore.

"No kidding. See ya," I said, pleasantly enough I hoped, stepping past him into the simple, stock design classroom.

Girls dogpiled all over themselves to offer comfort.

Some nasty names were 'secretively,' furtively murmured to the rumor mill.

Meaning I had no choice. I couldn't ignore it.

Just who was this screwball Prince?