Sam's POV

"First, no talking while eating," Freddie instructed.

"What? Why?" I expressed my displeasure as he took away my ribs. "I'm perfectly fine talking and eating at the same time."

Freddie frowned. "But you do know that doing that makes you less attractive."

"Well, do I look attractive now?" I asked playfully as I turned my head and my eyes met his. We shared a moment together, but I snapped out of it and took the chance that he was still feeling awkward to grab the ribs. "Looks like I won again, eh?"

He snickered. "You may have won this time, but we'll see next time..." He walked away with his smoothie, paused in his footsteps and turned back, "We'll continue the next lesson next time. But make sure you remember rule number one!"

I never knew that his eyes were so... brown... Wait, wait a second. What am I thinking? Argh, must be the ribs that's messing up with my head...

One week has passed since the first 'Mannerism Lesson' from Freddie. A few more days and it'll be Pete's birthday. I've been preparing the huge surprise for him but up till now, Freddie has been calling the shots. He's been helping me with the preparation, but he's kind of picky about things.

"You'll have to wear this," he tossed me a pink dress.

I looked at it in disgust, "Seriously? But it's a.. dress..."

He raised an eyebrow, "Exactly, don't you want to look your best?"

"Of course," I stated. "But I don't have to wear a dress, right? It's not the type of clothes I would wear."

He turned towards me and grabbed me by the shoulders, "Don't worry, you'll look great in it. Besides, you looked gorgeous at the prince's ball."

I blushed as he looked right into my eyes. We seemed to have been caught in a trance before the shop keeper came and recommended Freddie more dresses.

"These blue ones would match your girlfriend's eyes perfectly," she recommended us. We blushed, then Freddie tried to clear the misunderstanding.

"She's not my girlfriend. She's just a friend of mine," he said. For a moment there, I could have sworn I saw a hint of disappointment in his eyes... Those deep... brown eyes...

Hey, girl. Snap out of it! What's wrong with you? First during the 'no talking while eating' lesson, and now this? Ugh...

That evening, we chose a teal blue dress with lots of ruffles and a pair of brown heels. I've never worn heels before, but Freddie insisted that I would look good in those, so I agreed. When I was trying them out, I was falling half the time. But luckily, Freddie was there to help me get back on my feet whenever I almost fell.

Suddenly, I felt like I was in safe hands. Warm hands. Caring hands. Freddie's hands.

"Thanks," I blushed heavily.

"You're welcome," his sweet smile warmed my heart. "I think it's time we take a break. I bet all this practising has made you tired."

I joked, "Don't forget hungry!"

"I'll go grab you some food," he said as he walked away. "You go change and we'll meet back here."

"Sure," I replied.

As I took off those devilish heels, someone called me from behind.

"Sam!" he called.

I turned around to find that it was... "Pete?" I was shocked. "What are you doing here?"

"Nothing," he replied. "I was just walking around when I found a smoking hot blonde who caught my attention. So, I decided to drop by and check her out."

I blushed.

"So..." he started. "You know that guy?"

I was puzzled. "Who?"

"Prince Fredward," Pete replied. "I saw him talking to you while I was approaching."

I became really confused. "No, that's just Frederick. I think you've got it all wrong, he's not the prince, he's the friend of the prince."

"Oh really?" he smirked. "Did you know that there are two princes in this town? And I'm sure that one of them is named Fredward Benson."

My heart was starting to break. "Freddie... is... a... a... a prince?"

I looked into Pete's eyes. He didn't look like he was kidding. I remember that when mom introduced him to me, she mentioned that Pete knows the prince. But I never knew that the prince that he knew was the friend that I thought I always had...

"Why did he lie to me?" I shook my head in disbelief. "I don't understand."

Pete took me in his arms as tears started to fall on my cheek. "I thought he was my friend, my best friend..."

I heard Pete whisper something, "I thought he was too..."

As my heart was bleeding, I head the sound of cups of drinks falling to the ground and spilling everywhere. My head popped out of Pete's embrace and turned to where the sound came from. There he stood; shocked, angry, confused. And there I was; betrayed, puzzled, lost. I felt like I never knew him; for who he really is - I don't know. What was his motive behind the friendship? Why did he lie about his background? Did he not trust me?

It was by instinct that I pulled away from Pete as Freddie walked over. "What is he doing here?"

"Oh," Pete replied. "I was... er..."

"I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to Sam." Freddie squinted his eyes as he approached me. "The store ran out of food, all they had was drinks... What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry," I said in sarcasm. "I shouldn't have got you to go and get food for me."

"What?" he looked puzzled. "It's only right for a guy to help a girl get food when she's hungry."

I sighed. "No. It's not right, Freddie... Or should I say, your highness?"

As soon as I revealed his true self, the girls around us turned towards us, screamed and were crowding around Freddie. He got angry and took Pete by the collar.

"What did you tell her?" he asked.

"Nothing she shouldn't know about," Pete replied. I pulled Freddie away from Pete. He was getting out of control. I swear that if he held onto Pete's collar like that for a few more seconds, Pete would have been on the ground.

"Stop it!" I yelled at him. I didn't care how many people were staring at us.

He wanted to explain, "But he..."

"No," I interrupted him. I didn't want to hear anymore from him. "He's not the one at fault. You were the one who hid everything from me."

"I did it because..." he wanted to explain further, but Pete stood in between the both of us and interrupted him.

"Let me warn you," Pete warned him. "If you ever break the heart of my girlfriend again, you'll get it from me. I swear."

Freddie had no choice but to walk away. He seemed disappointed, but he deserved it. He lied to me. He didn't trust me. He betrayed me.

I swear. I don't ever want to see him again.