Chapter 4:

A/N: I'm back! Hey guys, thanks for waiting. Things got very hectic with the holidays and all! Anyways, I need to stop discombobulating myself and get on with the story. (Hee hee I love that word!)

Brady POV:

I was hanging out with Boomer and his friends still puzzling over what that 'gotta go, bye' had sparked. All I could think of was Mikayla's panicked expression, and her trying-to-be-reassuring smile. It was all so familiar. Something clicked though, when I heard one of Boomer's annoying friends start to blabber.

"Yeah, I'm pretty rich. Besides you kings, I'm probably the richest dude I know. Well, except for that Mickey kid. Man, that kid irks me! He is SUCH a teacher's pet." He spat.

Boomer nodded. "I hear you Frank. Me and Brady always hated kids like that, right Brady?"

"Like what?" I said, waking up out of my thoughts.

"Like that Mickey kid."

I gaped at them. "You mean that really smart boy, who has no friends?"

Boomer and Franklin both looked at each other and laughed. "That's the one." Franklin smirked.

I made the connection. "I like that kid." I walked away, pretty sure I had figured something out.

Mikayla POV:

I felt guilty about lying to my dad and the kings. I also felt bad about being all flirty with Brady. I hate doing that because when I do, he has trouble saying no to me. That's why I did it, though. I was afraid he was going to figure something out. I had a feeling the was onto me. I was guarding their stupid party, nervously hoping no one from school would recognize me. Franklin seemed to at first, but then shook his head, clearing it from his thoughts.

I gulped anxiously as Brady came up to me. "H-Hi, my king." I stuttered.

He blinked. "Mikayla, what's with the stuttering? You amazed by how good I look?"

I fake-gagged. "Um. NO."

He shrugged. "Then what's up?"

"Nothing." I retorted a little too quickly.

He got this mischievous grin on his face. Uh-oh. I know that look. That's his so-shall-it-be-said look. Sure enough; Mikayla I demand, as King Brady the powerful and adorable, that you tell me what's going on! So shall it be said, so shall it be done!"

I glared at him. "I really hate it when you do that."

He chuckled. "Just tell me."

"Fine." I tried to come up with a quick lie. "I… uh… Have a crush on you!" It didn't work.

His eyes sparkled. "Really?"

My eyes widened as I realized what I just said. "Wait… That didn't come out right! I meant-"

"Mikayla, I knew it. I knew it!" He cut me off. "You so love me. I understand. I am amazing! Oh, wait until my friend Mickey finds out!"

I visibly paled. "I don't think Mickey needs to know."

He looked confused. "How do you know Mickey?"

"I don't?" I said it more like a question.

"Mikayla… What's going on?" He asked sadly.

I took a deep breath. Oh boy. I guess I have to get my flirt on. Forgive me, daddy. "I guess I'm just so nervous around you, because I like you so much!" I fibbed.

His sparkly eyes were back. "Oh." He said happily.

"Look, I have to go!" I rushed off to the other door, not realizing I had dropped something very important.

Brady POV:

I picked up the small diary that had fallen out of her pocket. I wondered how much stuff she had written about me in there. I glanced at her. She wasn't looking. I sneakily opened it to a random page. Spotting my name, I began to read:

Dear Diary,

I feel so bad. I shouldn't be going behind my dad's back. He thinks I'm at school with Tristan. I'm not. Sooner or later, someone's going to find me out. Brady came close today. I feel even worse because I had to use the flirty eyes on him. I hate doing that. He left me alone, but I know he knows something's up. At school today he hung around me all day. What am I going to do? If he finds out… He might tell my dad! I just hope I can keep this a secret.

Sincerely,

Mikayla Makoola.

I stopped and reread one sentence. At school today he hung around me all day. At school? I don't go to her school! I looked, but it wasn't dated from last year. It was dated from… today? But I go to a school for the rich and spoiled… Rich and spoiled BOYS. I remembered the thing that had clicked. I stared at Mikayla. "Mickey?"

A/N: Duh duh duhhhhhhh! What's going to happen next? Help me figure it out by reviewing! Thanks for reading!