Four chapters in one weekend, I'm really spoiling you guys.

So I couldn't sleep with my parents drinking with their friends upstairs and thus this chapter was created!

I am cutting it off there! No more chapters until next weekend! You're going to hate me for it, but I do need to work on a couple other stories.

Sorry in advance!


Of course, Fairy Godmother didn't change her mind when it came to Mal and Ben's sleeping arrangements. Honestly, the couple was in no mood to try to fight with the headmistress. They would have to deal with each issue one day at a time.

It still didn't change the fact that they couldn't sleep.

Mal gave up after about an hour of tossing and turning when she realized she was keeping Evie up with her movements. The princess hates when she doesn't get her full eight hours of beauty sleep. Mal ended up slipping out of bed and sitting at the desk. With the lamp at the dimmest setting, she wasted time by drawing in her sketch book. After a couple hours of drawing random objects, she finally worked on a self-portrait of her and Ben. It was basically a replica of a picture Ben had taken for his 'Selfies' class on the Isle. It was them stargazing on the Isle after they returned from the 'howler' at Cruella's home.

Meanwhile, Ben was trying to exhaust himself to sleep. He had given up around the same time as Mal and decided to put the exercise machines in his room to use. There were at least four completely different machines that worked out different parts of his body. He used each machine about two hours each non-stop, which totaled to eight hours of exercise with zeros breaks. Definitely not good for his body, but it didn't make him tired.

By the morning, the couple was buzzing with anticipation to be next to the other just to have a little release of their pain. Knowing of their eagerness, Evie, Jay, and Carlos reluctantly agreed to head to class early so they could have a few minutes of rest. The four had arrived about fifteen minutes early to their first class of the day—Remedial Goodness 101—where Ben was already waiting on them in a seat in the middle of the classroom.

Mal practically ran to him in longing. They shared a quick greeting—a morning kiss and a summary of their restless night—before Mal was back in her usual position of sitting on Ben's lap and his arms wrapped around her. With their foreheads touching, they fell asleep in seconds; they only need a few minutes of rest to be fully charged from lack of sleep. Jay used a camera he stole the day before to capture the moment and to use for future black mail.

Fairy Godmother was quite surprised to see the five so early to class when she arrived. She had come a few minutes early herself to write some questions and phrases on the chalkboard before they were original supposed to appear. She was even more surprised to see the couple sleeping in their seating routine.

Jay then went on to explain Mal and Ben's issue that had been stated in the previous chapter. They can't sleep if they aren't together. It's been that way for ten years. They weren't lying; they were telling the truth when they asked Doug to reason with her.

Although she originally disapproved of it, Fairy Godmother gave her permission to allow them to stay in the same room. She would give them the full details later when they awake. For now, the headmistress decided to let them rest for a few minutes longer as she prepared herself for the class.

When the couple woke up twenty minutes later, the first thing they saw was Fairy Godmother standing in front of a blackboard that had WELCOME TO REMEDIAL GOODNESS! written on it, along with phrases like MOUTHS ARE FOR SMILING, NOT FOR BITING and SHARING IS CARING.

Before the lesson actually started, Fairy Godmother gave the two main rules of their sleeping together. If they were to stay in Ben's room—which is what they would be doing—Mal would have to be in there before curfew and out of the room the next morning by eight at the latest.

Anyways, within ten minutes of the class starting, the five were downright miserable.

"If someone hands you a crying baby," Fairy Godmother began as she moved her arms to make it look like she was cradling an infant, "do you: A. curse it, B. lock it in a tower, C. give it a bottle, or D. carve out its heart?"

Evie raised her hand enthusiastically.

Fairy Godmother motioned her pointer stick to the blue-haired girl. "Evie."

The teen dropped her hand and asked in an oblivious but peppy tone, "What was the second one?"

"Oh, okay." Fairy Godmother stating, knowing exactly where that was going. She adverted her attention to the other students looking for volunteers. "Anyone else?"

Mal had her eyes closed and her head resting on Ben's shoulder when she heard her name being called. After opening her eyes to read the question on the board, she answered in a monotone, "C, give it a bottle."

"Correct." Fairy Godmother smiled and leaned forward as though Mal was a troublesome child doing something right for a change. "Again."

"You are on fire, girl!" Carlos complimented.

Mal turned her head slightly to look at him properly. "Just pick the one that doesn't sound like any fun."

Her friends oohed.

"That makes so much sense," said Evie, starting to twirl her hair.

A girl in a pale blue dress with a big blue bow on her head entered the class. She cast a frightened look toward Mal and her friends and scurried toward Fairy Godmother at the chalkboard. The girl held a clipboard in front of Fairy Godmother.

"Hello, dear one," Fairy Godmother greeted.

"Hi." She handed the clipboard to the woman. "You need to sign off an early dismissal for the coronation."

Mal raised her head slightly to study her.

"Everyone here remembers my daughter, Jane?" Fairy Godmother wondered as she signed the form.

"Mom!" Jane shouted in fright, turning her head back to her mother. "No!" She insisted a little more quietly.

"It's okay," Fairy Godmother reassured. Placing the pen on the clipboard, she handed it to her daughter before pushing her forward. "Jane, this is everyone."

Jane staggered forward a bit timidly. "Hi," she greeted with a scared smile. The Isle children didn't say a word. "That's okay. Don't mind me. As you were." She bowed and rushed out of the room with a squeal.

Mal smirked to herself.

"Forgive Jane," pleaded Fairy Godmother. "I may have told her a few too many bedtime stories about your . . . parents." She cleared her throat. "Let's continue." She went back to the blackboard. "You find a vial of poison. Do you: A. put it in the king's wine, B. paint it on an apple," the girls shared a giggle, "or C. turn it over to the proper authorities?"

Three hands shot up. Of course, the couple didn't want to answer. They were still a little drowsy to answer so many questions at a time.

Carlos and Jay fought to be picked. Jay eventually forced Carlos's hands down so he'd be called on. "C," he answered as he shoved Carlos away. "You turn it over to the proper authorities."

"I was gonna say that," Carlos mumbled.

Jay laughed mockingly. "But I said it first!" he teased. He grabbed Carlos's head and put him in a headlock.

"Ow!" Carlos complained.

"Who said it first?" said Jay. "Who said it first?"

He and Carlos started wrestling on top of their desk.

Evie put on her lip gloss in her mirror as she was easily bored of their actions. Mal sighed. She looked up at her beloved expectantly, "Ben . . ."

With a small nod, the couple stood so Ben could separate the fighting boys. He had them by the scruffs of their necks to make them stop. They still tried to make grabs at each other, but Ben kept them apart the best he could.

"Boys," spoke Fairy Godmother. Then she said it more loudly: "Boys!"

The trio froze.

"I am going to encourage you to use that energy on the tourney field," she insisted.

"Oh, no, that's okay." Carlos denied as he sat back in his seat. "Whatever that is, we'll pass."


Before he, Jay, and Ben knew it, they were on the grassy green field just outside the school. It resembled a lacrosse field but had two cannons at the fifty-yard line that shot a constant barrage of balls across the width of it. A big sign that read GO FIGHTING KNIGHTS! overlooked it. Ben, Jay, and Carlos were barely recognizable in their tourney helmets and bucklers and multitude of pads.

The coach blew a whistle.

"Jay, Ben, offense," the referee instructed them. "Chad, you're defense!"

A handsome boy, Chad, strolled across the field. Jay and Ben stopped in their tracks to get a good look at him. "That's him?" Jay questioned quietly. "The second option?"

Ben sighed. "I'm afraid so. He'll probably try to make me lose my temper so he looks better or to get revenge. Since I'm still sleep-deprived, my fuse is going to be shorter than it usually is."

Jay scoffed at the idea. "I wouldn't expect any less from a prince like him." He spared a glance at Ben. "Don't worry, if your anger is too great for us to handle, we'll get her."

The coach blew the whistle again, and the play began. Jay was off like a shot. He ran right over Carlos, who thudded to the ground. Jay slammed his buckler into Chad for the fun of it and because he had the ball. The ball flew free and Jay scooped it up. He charged down the field into the kill zone, roaring ferociously and dodging the flying balls expertly.

Carlos, meanwhile, was trying to crawl under the barrage of balls. Ben came to his rescue, batting the balls away as he pulled Carlos to his feet.

Jay slammed the ball right into the net. The cheerleaders whooped—all except for Audrey, who was in a sour mood from the news she received yesterday. Jay threw off his helmet and did a victory dance. Then, he realized he was dancing alone. The field, he noticed, was littered with lots of penalty flags and battered, beaten, groaning players in both yellow and blue uniforms.

The other thing he noticed was Ben getting off the ground with an angry look in his eye. Jay ignored the coach when he blew his whistle. He trotted over to Ben, who was starting to march in a certain direction.

Jay placed both of his hands on both of Ben's shoulders in an attempt to stop him. "What happened?" Jay grunted as he tried to push against him. "You weren't like this seconds ago."

"Chad," Ben growled with a glare at the particular prince. "He got me from behind when I wasn't looking; hit me with the stick as hard as he could to paralyze me."

"Calm down," Jay grunted as he continued with his actions. "Your temper is making this worse."

Ben didn't listen. He continued his steps forward like a man on a mission. The other players on the field were finally seeing what was happening. ". . .her."

Jay lost his pressure slightly, but quickly strengthen it as he asked, "What?"

Through gritted teeth, Ben spoke two words as two separate sentences. "Get. Mal."

"Carlos!" Jay shouted urgently to his friend that was exhausted on the sideline. "Go get Mal! Hurry!"

He didn't need to be told twice. Despite being winded, Carlos quickly got up off the ground and ran as fast as he could to the campus like a life depended on it.

And it did.