CHAPTER SIX

Sunday, September 17

Sweet niblets!

Even the school King Altiyan had me forced into was huge. It had to be even bigger than freaking Hogwarts. It was probably older than Hogwarts too.

"As a weekend student you will, of course, have a dorm room; in Porter Hall - we sort by alphabeitcal first names." The Headmast; Mister Orchland said and I nodded slowly, not really listening. Headmaster Orchland and two guards had already taken me on a tour through the freaking castle of a school; including but not limited to, a tennis court, stables, full dining hall, ballroom, concert hall, indoor and outdoor swimming pools, a lake, and observatorium (or whatever the Hell those things are that you go to and it's a giant telescope so you can see the stars during the day) and now we were walking down a seemingly random hallway in a maze of other hallways.

We came to a stop at a set of double doors and Carlton and Jethro opened them and cleard the new hallway before I could enter.

"This is Porter Hall; girls reside on the left, boys on the right." Mr. Orchland explained, walking down. "The first two rooms at the doors are the prefects of Porter Hall, you can go to them if you need help with anything." Sure, could they help me get out of this marriage thing? Two lefts and a right later and the headmaster stopped again outside of an unassuming door. "This one will be your dorm room, your Highness." The door was opened and I was happy to find that it was actually a normal sized room - I was starting to think they didn't exist in this country - about the same size as my room in Malibu. Carlton moved ahead and 'cleared' it before I was allowed in; my laptop was on the dresser and my guitar case had been propped up against the closet in the corner, so I guessed that someone had already unpacked all of my other stuff. Talk about awkward; knowing someone else touched your delicates.

"Great." I went over and sat on the bed, looking around. New school, new country, new life. I sighed and played with my purity ring.

"Breakfast is at seven every morning until eight thirty to allow for you to get to your first class at nine." Headmaster Orchland continued as if I was actually enthusiastic about this place. "Each class lasts for fifty minutes, unless it is a double session in which case it will be one hour and fifty minutes. Lunch is from twelve untill twelve fifty and classes continue until four, in which time you will be free to study or meander about until dinner begins at six thirty." Hurrah. I rolled my eyes and started picking at a loose string on my top. "If you have any questions or worries, your Highness, pleease do not hesitate to come to me." The Headmaster continued and I nodded mutely.

"Yes, sir." I eventually spoke and he sighed.

"Well, then I suppose I will leave you to yourself." Mr. Orchland gave a low bow to me before he left and I fell back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. After a while of boredom - I heard Carlton and Jethro shift a couple of times - I eventually sat up and looked around again.

"Dude, I am so bored." I mumbled, looking for something to do. I didn't really want to go out and mingle because I didn't know how the people here - the kids - would react. I sighed again and grabbed my guitar and checked that I still had my cell phone before I left the room. "Okay, which way is out?" I questioned, I knew I had to go left and then right twice, but after that I just drew a blank. On the way - following Jethro - outside I heard a few whispers, but I tried my best to ignore them. "You guys can leave, I think I'm pretty safe here." I told the two security guys as I found a tree by the lake. They shared a look and I rolled my eyes. "I just want to be alone." They shared another look and I let out a breath of relief as they moved away. Not completely, just far enough that I could at least pretend that I didn't know they were constantly watching me. I pulled my guitar out of its case and looked around. It was a little harder to pretend than I thought. I turned slightly away from them and positioned my guitar, getting ready to play.

I don't know how long I played, but I only stopped when I felt a shadow cross over me and I sighed. I'd had my eyes closed against the warm afternoon sun, but I opened them immediately. It wasn't Carlton or Jethro or any other security guys. It was a boy.
That was a stretch. He looked older, like Lord Marcus Hawthorne. He had deep dark hazel eyes, perfectly olive skin, short dark, tussled hair and even through his shirt I could see muscles that would make any guy proud.

"You're pretty good." The boy said, nodding down at me and I blushed and looked down.

"Thanks." I mumbled, not moving.

"What were you playing?" He asked and I shrugged.

"Just playing, nothing in particular." I replied, chancing another glance up at him.

"You should join the school band." He started to say, moving away a little. "Someone might actually listen if someone hot was in it." I felt my jaw drop in shock as he walked away. A strange boy had just walked up and called me hot... And I'm pretty sure he insulted the school band as well, but that was beside the point. I put my guitar back in its case and got up, walking over to Jethro and Carlton. It must be uber boring to be a security guard; just standing around whilst nothing happens. My ADHD would probably get me killed in ten minutes if it was me. As I walked up to them I could still see the boy as he walked away.

"Was he bothering you, Ma'am?" Jethro asked and I tore my gaze away from the retreating boys back.

"Uh... No... I don't think so." I shook my head, furrowing my brow a little.

Princess Miley

Monday, September 18

"Is this up the right way?" I frowned. I was looking at the map of the school I'd been given, trying to find my first class - English - but all I'd succeeded in doing was walking into a wall. I'd been wondering around for twenty minutes now and I had idea where the Hell I am. Another thing about this school - other than the fact that it was harder to navigate than the Palace - was that we could where whatever we wanted on the weekends, but there was a freaking uniform when classes were in session.

"Princess." One of the security guys who had been following me said and I turned to see him pointing at the opposite side of the hall where there was a door that clearly said English on it. Carlton and Jethro were actually pretty cool stalkers when I got used to them, I could make fun of people around them and they'd laugh when I mocked someone behind their back. But, they weren't here today, I was stuck with three new guys who were all complete professional, 'by the book' guys. I didn't like them.

"Thanks." I muttered, walking over to the door and peaking through the little glass window. I glanced at my watch when I saw that no-one was in there yet. It was only eight-thirty since I'd barely even touched breakfast before I left before the bulk of the students started coming and the whispers and stares got to me. I shrugged and went in; two guys stayed outside, but a third actually followed me into the rooma nd I rolled my eyes. All the desks had names printed on them for each student. The school ranged from prep right through to twelfth grade, but there was only a few dozen students in each grade, but I still didn't understand how each kid got their printed on their desk unless there was a set of classrooms for each grade.

When I found my desk I had to roll my eyes again; all of the other desks had a salutation like Mister or Miss followed by a first name and then a last name. Mine had 'HRH, Princess Miley' on it. I sighed and sat down, pulling out my English book since I had nothing better to do. I couldn't even call Dad or Jackson since it was the middle of the night in Malibu. When the door opened again I looked up to see the teacher - Miss Wintergrass according to my schedual - coming in with a stack of papers.

"Your Highness." She looked shocked to see me there. "Nice to know that someone is focussed on their studies." She eventually said after staring at me for a full minute and I smiled weakly in response. After that the class started filling up; Margaritte Matthews was the seventh student after me and was in the seat on my left and she kept staring at me with wide brown eyes that were starting to get really creepy. By the time the bell sounded - more like a ding dong then a bell - the seeat on my right for Shane Gray was still empty and Miss Wintergrass started calling the role. Andrews, Abernathy, Dalton, Fredricks. The door opened and I gasped when I saw the boy from yesterday slowly walk in. "Your seat, Mister Gray." Miss Wintergrass instructed, marking him off on the role as he moved between the desks. He is Shane Gray? The really cute boy who I thought had to be at least two or three years older than me and who called me hot was Shane Gray? I'd be sitting next to Him in English for the rest of the school year?

I can't say I was complaining. He smirked at me as he slid into his seat and I couldn't help but blush and look down when he did, which onnly made him smirk more out of the corner of my eye.

I honestly wish I could tell you a single word that Miss Wintergrass said in English, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of Shane Gray and every now and then he'd look over at me as well which would make me immediately look down against his smirk until the bell sounded again and there was a mad rush for all the students to leave as Miss Wintergrass handed everyone an assignment on the way out. A three thousand word report on Shakespeares Hamlet. Next was double science.

"Where are you going?" A voice asked from behind me when I decided to go left down the hall.

"Uh... Science... Do you know-" I stopped talking when I saw it was Shane Gray and he was smirking at me again.

"I've got science too, walk with me." He made it sound more like an order than a a request or suggestion.

"Thanks." I mumbled, following Shane, and the three security guys following me.

"So, first day, sick of the snobs yet?" I looked up at him. "Okay, then, sick of the staring yet?" He tried a different tactic.

"It's a little unnerving." I conceeded and he scoffed.

"It's a little unnerving walking next to you." He shook his head and I blushed again. "It'll stop for me when I walk away, you get it twenty-four-seven... But, I guess you're used to it, huh, Princess?"

"Yeah." I muttered, looking away. I didn't know what it was like. I knew what it was like to be stalked as Hannah, I even knew what it was like to have a few old Robby Ray fans come up to my Dad, but this was a whole 'nother world of invasiveness.

"The muscles aren't exactly a bad thing either." He pointed out and I sighed. "Well, here's science." Shane shrugged, stopping outside the door and I looked inside, the teacher was there, most of the class was there already. Great.

"Thanks." I smiled a little at him before I took a deep breath and reached for the door. As soon as I opened the door all eyes were on... One of the security dudes who insisted I not go into the room without it being cleared. Then all eyes were on me as I slowly stepped inside. They whispered to each other; I caught slivers of 'Princess', 'future Queen' and things like that as I searched for my desk. Again all the names were written on the front of the desk and mine said 'HRH, Princess Miley'. And once again I was next to Shane, at the same table even. I wondered if it was the same seating arrangements for all the classes or if it was just a coincidence. Well the bell rang the teacher looked up from his desk and his eyes almost immediately landed on me. He stared at me for a good minute before he started calling the role. Again, right before he got to Shane's name Shane walked in carelessly. Why didn't he just come in with me? Did he just wait outside until he knew his name was being called so he could make an entrance? I shrugged it off as he came and sat next to me.

"We meet again." He murmured, pushing his books away and I felt myself heat up under his intense hazel gaze.

Everything is not what it seems, be warned! :)

Well, that was Shane's big entrance, I'm gonna go a little more into him in the next few chapters hopefully, but I wouldn't my breath if I were any of you guys. Just a thought, a hope, a dream... A ramble :P

Sorry it took so long, I've been obsessed with Glee fanfics and I haven't been able to stop reading them (more specifically Puck/Rachel ones).

No-one even tried to guess who the Hawthorne brothers were. I'm sad. I'm also demanding now!
Please, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty PLEASE will you guys review? I'm hoping for 5 reviews before I update. If I don't get them, then I'll be sad and pouty and and I won't want to write anymore.

I really REALLY dislike Joe Jonas right now!
Bet no-one ever thought they'd read me write that, huh?
First he missed last weeks Fastlife Friday, and now this week he's changed the time to 10 AM Pacific time. Which for me, in Australia, translates to KILL JOE JONAS! Because that's at four in the morning. I only recognise one four o'clock a day, and it's not in the morning. Not happy, Joseph:|

I think there was something else I wanted to say, but I forgot it when I was writing all those pleases.

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Miley-Girl