Here is the next chapter!

My vacation is close to being over, so next week you may only see three chapters being added instead of the random amount you received this week.

This chapter is will have the Tourney game and Ben confessing his love for a certain someone. However, this chapter will also have Maleficent's and Hades's reaction to the confession, along with another parents' assumption. Oh, and I answer a reviewer's question some point in this chapter.

Enjoy.

Wednesday afternoon, nearly half-an-hour before the big Tourney game, Mal was outside by the school lockers, waving politely at the girls who were thanking her for enchanting their hair when the prince greeted her yet again.

"Two days in a row," Mal teased with a mischievous smirk. "Either you like me, or you are working up the courage to ask me something."

"A little bit of both," Ben admitted with a small smile. "Are you coming to the Tourney game today?"

"Well, I kind of have to since Jay and Carlos are on the team." The fairy tilted her head in curiosity. "Speaking of being on the team, how did your parents react to me using magic to heal your eye so you could play today?"

"They didn't react because I didn't tell them." Ben shrugged his shoulders carelessly. "They'll find out when they watch the game. I just have to figure out a way to endure my parents' interrogation when I get home."

"That won't be too hard," Mal insisted with a kind smile. "You are a good negotiator. You'll be able to justify my reason for helping you. Besides, if you win back the trophy, they'll probably be too proud of you to be mad at you for having magic used on you."

"I think you are the better negotiator," Ben commented. "You probably inherited that skill from your father. Speaking of inherited traits . . ." He trailed off to twirl a lock of Mal's hair between his fingers. "Your hair has more of a red hue today. Guess that means it turns red when you are being a little flirtatious. Wonder what it takes for it to turn blue."

Blushing slightly, Mal joked, "Well, how would you know if I'm flirting with you? You still haven't asked me out yet and I may be getting tired of waiting on you."

"If we lose today, I'll ask you in private," he negotiated before he gave a flirty smirk. "But if we win, be prepared to have everyone looking at you."

Mal raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Does that mean you are going to make a fool out of yourself?"

"Depends on what you say."

"Be careful," Mal warned half-heartedly. "My parents will probably be watching the Tourney game with my godmother. You better make a good impression if you want to get their approval."

Ben sighed as he banged his head against the lockers. "Just another reason to make me nervous."

Later that day, Mal and Evie were hanging out in the stands as they watched the Tourney game. Despite the constant teasing from Evie, Mal cheered on Ben throughout the game. Some spectators noticed the way Ben would glance up at her in the stands with a flirty smile. A few wondered if there was something going on between the two of them.

Closer to the end of the game, the coach finally let Jay and Carlos onto the field. Carlos managed a couple impressive blocks, causing the girls to cheer for him. Jay attempted to score, but the goalie managed to block it. On the next play, Jay and Carlos assisted Ben on scoring the final point as the time ran out.

In the stands, the crowd cheered, roared, and went wild.

"What a team!" The announcer complimented, "Incredible! And it's the new guys, Jay and Carlos, who set up Prince Ben for the win. What a victory! An absolutely wonderful end to one of the best games ever! Here they come folks, the winners—"

Ben grabbed the microphone out of the announcer's hands. "Excuse me!" He shouted into the mic as he stood on a dragon fire canon. "There's something I'd like to say."

Once the audience was quiet, Ben took in a deep breath to calm himself. "As you may have discovered a couple days ago, I was in an abusive relationship for over three years," he revealed to the crowd. "However, I decided to end it when I finally met the girl I've been in love with for over twelve years."

Ben locked gazes with the purple-haired beauty that stood in shock in the stands. "Mal," he called softly, "will you come down here so I can tell you 'I love you' face-to-face?"

Of course, the audience gasped at the somewhat of a confession. Eyes becoming slightly wide, Mal's mouth hanged slightly open as well as she shook her head in disbelief.

That's strange . . .

Why does her hair a blue hue to it now?

"If you won't come to me," he began with a determined smirk, "then I'll go to you."

As he had claimed, Ben climbed his way up the bleachers with the crowd parting a path for him. Mal could only watch with ever growing eyes. As he came closer to her, Ben once again had the sudden urge to kiss her. So, when he was within arms-length, Ben abruptly grabbed Mal by the waist with one arm and pulled her into a kiss, which was equivalent to watching a firework show from the viewpoint of the fireworks. In other words, it was absolutely magnificent.

When he reluctantly pulled away, Ben took a few moments to observe her reaction. Mal's cheek had a light splash of a blush as she smiled softly. Her hair had more of a blue hue to it than it did before. Does that mean she . . .

"I love you, Mal," Ben confessed as he leaned his forehead against hers affectionately. "Did I mention that?"

Before Ben could say more, Audrey abruptly marched up the stairs—dragging Chad behind her—and forcefully snatched the microphone out of his hand. "Chad's my boyfriend now!" she announced, draping her arm around Chad dramatically. "And I'm going to the coronation with him. So, I don't need your pity date."

Ben stole the microphone away from the princess with a sharp glare. "Why would I pity the person that physically and verbally abused me?" He adverted his attention back to the purple-haired girl in front of him. "Mal, will you do me the honor of being my date to the coronation?"

Surprising everyone in the audience, Mal smiled genuinely as she answered, "I would love to."

Let's take this story back to the Isle of the Lost for a few moments.

Maleficent and Hades had finished preparing snacks for the big Tourney game and had just settled comfortably onto the couch when Cruella abruptly barged into the household, clearly out of breath.

"Have they started?" She interrogated as she surged into the living room. "Is Carlos playing yet? Did I miss anything?"

"Not yet." Maleficent reassured as she laid her head on her husband shoulder, who wrapped an arm around her waist to bring her even closer to him. "Knowing those Auradonians, they won't let him or Jay play until there's a few minutes left of the game."

Glancing down at her friend's hand, Maleficent tensed at seeing the envelope in Cruella's hand. "Is that what I think it is?"

Cruella raised the envelope, so her friend would have a better view of it. "Do you want to see it now?"

"Later," Hades answered for his wife as he gestured to the television screen. "The game's starting."

With them on the edge of their seats, the trio watched with great delight as Carlos and Jay were able to help the Auradonians win back their trophy that they lost years before. Then, the married couple watched with intrigued amusement as the prince, the heir to the Auradon throne, confessed his love for their daughter before kissing her for the entire audience to see.

"Well, well, well," Cruella snickered at the predicament. "Looks like I better get started on her coronation dress. I can't have her looking like a princess when she's supposed to look like a queen."

Adverting her gaze to her friends, Cruella once again revealed the envelope with a raised eyebrow. "It may not be from who you think," she warned as she held out the object for Maleficent to take. "It's addressed to you, but it says it's from someone named 'Beasty'. I—"

Cruella couldn't finish her next statement since Maleficent practically ripped the envelope from her hand and tore it open without a second thought. The wingless fairy barely glanced at the letter before she had to set it aside, already feeling overwhelming emotions from just the opening statement.

"Malef, what's wrong?" Hades wondered as he scooted closer to his wife to comfort her. "What did it say?"

Sparing a glance at her husband, a single tear dripped down her cheek as Maleficent whispered, " 'Hello, Mother' . . ."

Meanwhile, at the great kingdom of Auradon, King Beast was once again scolding his son in their precious hearth room, but this time for his actions before and after the Tourney game.

"How could you allow that girl from the Isle of the Lost to use magic to heal you?" King Beast interrogated with a beastly roar on the edge of being exposed. "I specifically told you magic should not be used on us."

"Mal healed me before I could stop her," Ben insisted with a roll of his eyes. "I don't see what the problem is. I didn't lose my eyesight and we won the Tourney game—"

"Don't get me started on that game." King Beast warned. "I do not approve of you making that confession without telling me or your mother."

"Why should I have to tell you about my personal life?" Ben interrogated as he felt his temper rising as well. "In fact, why should I tell you anything? The one time I tried telling you and mom about my abusive relationship with Audrey, you completely ignored me! I wouldn't have had to endure three years of that pain if you had just listened to me!"

King Beast raised an eyebrow in suspicion. "Did this Mal put a spell on you? Is that why you are acting so hostile . . . the reason you've suddenly fell in love with her?"

"She didn't spell me!" Ben shouted defensively. "I've been in love with her for over twelve years. She is the main reason why I had four children from the Isle of the Lost come to Auradon. I love Mal. Nothing you say or do will ever change my mind!"

Ignoring his father's shouts and his mother's pleas, Ben stormed out of the room, roughly slamming the door shut behind him—

Not once regretting his decision.