Chapter 230

i glare at him, "what do you want?", increasing my pace, I try to keep a big distance between us.

I don't want Reddy and Blondie to see me with the same guy they had a problem with me over. I don't want to further lengthen our little quarrel.

The class is just like three more steps, and I will enter into it, then will I be safe from him.

"I know you're a high prince and all that, but I want us to be friends", he smiled. 

If not for the trouble his smile gave to me last night, I would have swooned at his enchanting smile, but right now am beyond pissed with him for smiling at me.

" I don't want to be your friend! ", I said a little forcefully.

" I know you want to", he gives me a look, " am just asking for your friendship, and not your hand in marriage", he chuckles like that's the funniest joke of the century.

I dramatically gasped, " pain me shocked with a look of surprise! ", I dramatically clutched my chest, " I actually thought you were asking for my hand. Shame on me for internally thinking of how to present you to my father".

" Okay", he holds in to my arm to prevent me walking into the class like I intend to do, " am sorry for being a bit over my head".

I give him a skeptical look, " a little bit? "

"ok", he sighs, " am sorry for being over my head, but I want us to be friends", he raised his hand when he saw me try to speak, " at least get to know me before you pass out a verdict on me".

I sigh at the persistent male, " okay, we can be friends", I smiled as I took his hand in a handshake, but he gave me a hug instead of taking my invitation for a handshake, and that was exactly when Blondie looked out from the class.

His eyes lighted on me in an embrace with the male I don't even know what name he's known by, and the once concerned look on his face turned into a devilish scowl.

"Let me go", I lightly pushed him, but Blondie wasn't there to witness it, he've already gone back into class.

"See you after class Buch, and by the way am Dep", he smiles before walking into the class; a class am afraid to walk in to for fear of the looks I know will be on both of their faces.

"High prince, are you going into the class or not?", Miss whatever her name might be asked, her face filled with concern.

Who knows the look I must have on my face for her to look this concerned about me?

I smile widely, " am going in ma", I walked in before she can further ask me a question I know is coming my way if I continue standing there like a foolish coward that I am.

Walking into class, I avoided looking up.