Tuesday was nothing but a blur for the still slightly dazed Ben.

Sure, he attended all of his boring classes and managed to catch up quickly since he is such a fast reader. He walked with Audrey to class as usual, and had small talk with Chad in between classes to keep his promise from before.

Lonnie stared at the two teens like they were insane. When they went to their separate classes, Lonnie completely disregarded her class to chase Ben down and ask 'why the fuck' he was talking to Chad after their big argument a few days ago.

Shrugging his shoulders, Ben insisted that it was nothing she needed to concern herself with, which only pissed Lonnie off as she stormed away from him in annoyance.

Not that Ben really cared at the moment.

Tuesday after school, Ben worked his ass of to prove he was more than capable of participating in the game tomorrow. His blocks were more than impressive and he managed to stay upright when some tried to knock him down. Coach Gaston admitted to misjudging his recovering ability and promised to reconsider how much he would be playing in the championship game.

Considering Ben was still sitting on the bench during the last quarter of the game, he highly doubted he would be able to play.

But then, at the last thirty seconds of the game, Coach Gaston called for a time-out. Smiling at the somehow still patient student, Gaston handed him a Tourney stick while his youngest son sat on the bench, surprising those in the audience. "You're up," Gaston acknowledged with a slight nervousness in his tone. "Show this kingdom what I know you're capable of."

Tightening his grip on the Tourney stick, Ben gestures to Gil with the jerk of his shoulder. "What about him?" he wondered. "I don't want anyone sitting out for me just so I can play a sport."

"I offered to sit out if it make you feel any better," Gil claimed with a careless shrug. "I don't care about not being able to play an entire game. I'd rather have everyone have a chance to play than being focused on winning. Tourney is supposed to be fun, not competitive."

"That's not how it works on the Isle,"Ben commented without a second thought. "There, it is every man for himself and if you don't win, you don't deserve to live. King Beast taught me that the hard way."

"Let's discuss that more after the game," Coach Gaston insisted, "so you can see how good sportsmanship works."

Rolling his eyes, Ben stood from the bench he had been keeping warm—

Pausing only when he noticed a beautiful Princess walking between the bleachers. Her friends swarmed her a few seconds later, concerned for her health since she had been out for less than a week. Her vibrant smile seemed to soothe everyone for a moment. Then, she turned her head just slightly, locking eyes with the staring Ben.

Although she merely wore dark pants and loose fitting purple shirt, Ben admittedly swooned at the sight of her. Princess Mal couldn't have been any more gorgeous at that moment. The Isle Prince couldn't believe he had—

"Ben?"

Flinching at his name, Ben jerked his head around to gaze at the slightly worried coach. "Just thinking," the teen insisted, putting on his protective helmet. "I'm ready."

Holding his gaze for just a moment, Gaston allowed the boy to step pass him toward the field. Watching him jog away, Gaston asked his son, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"He made it painfully obvious," Gil agreed with a slight chuckle. "He's got a crush on the princess."

Ben was unstoppable on the Tourney field.

No player could knock him down or block his path. He met every guard with a fearless shove of his own, forcing the others to the ground. He out-maneuvered every Dragon Fire shot from the Dragon Cannon with ease while still being in the Kill Zone. With the ball still in his possession—

Ben swung the ball into the goal with a split second to spare.

The Auradon Knights had won again!

While everyone celebrated such an unbelievable victory, Ben made his way to his closest friend. Placing a hand on her shoulder for a brief second to get her attention, he mumbled under his breath, "Thank you."

Audrey scrunched up her nose at such an unfamiliar phrase coming from him, because he had never said it before. "You're thanking me?" she clarified in confusion. "What for?"

Instead of giving straight forward answer, Ben merely winked, like that would give an answer. As he began walking toward the announcer, a switch clicked in Audrey's mind, causing her to gasp in revelation.

Ignoring the man's protest, Ben stole the microphone from him without a second thought. "Hey!" Ben shouted into the mic, causing the audience to grow quiet. "There's something I want to say."

Waiting for the whispers to disappear, Ben locked eyes with a curious girl, who wondered what he was planning. "Princess Mal," he acknowledged with a nod, "will you come up here . . . please."

Amused by his sudden manners, Mal slowly climbed onto the Dragon Cannon, still a little fuzzy headed from the fall from nearly a week ago. Once there was only a foot of distance between them, Mal raised a sarcastic eyebrow. "Was there something you needed?"

Rolling his eyes in mock annoyance, Ben admitted, "You were right. Although you fell on me, I have fallen for you."

Unsurprisingly, the audience gasped at the announcement while Mal smiled at the information. "About time you confessed to it," she teased.

Holding back a smile, Ben requested, "Will you go on a date with me?"

"Of course," the Princess agreed all too easily. "How could I say no?"

Chuckling softly, Ben leaned forward to do something that surprised the audience even more.

The Isle prince kissed the Auradon princess, who could only smile into the wonderful sensation.