I awoke to the noise of commotion outside the heavy wooden door.
Barking ninnies! I thought to myself, cranky at having been woken so abruptly.
But then, a slow smile crept along my face as I remembered the events from the night before, My successful prank making my early morning awaking sweet.
"I'm a genius!" I laughed quietly, sitting up in my small bed.
Pushing off my warm covers, I set my feet on the cold concrete floor, cringing a little at the shock of cold, and stood up, getting in a good stretch.
I glanced over at His Royal Highness' bed to find it empty and rumpled and cold. I scoffed at the early riser.
Languid and relaxed, I found pants and shirt and slipped those one before lacing up my boots. The mirror told me my hair was a mess and all over the place, and I smiled contentedly at my boyish appearance.
The loud noises of the Leviathan boys outside broke me out of my thoughts and helped me remember where I was going; to survey the damage. I gave myself an evil smile and a nod in the mirror, then turned and hurried out the door.
With a tug on the door and few choice swear words on my part, I managed somehow to get the barking heavy door open, breathing with the exerted effort.
I peeked my head around, feeling excited on the inside ( not fluttery, like a barking girl, you ninny! ). I slipped my foot out cautiously, turning to close the wooden door behind me when a sharp throat clearing caught my attention.
Whipping my head to my left, I saw a very determined and angered prince standing with his arms crossed. He stared pointedly at me, and for a second, it seemed as if he could see through my whole plan and could tell all of my secrets... Which would be barking awful!
Placing a calm mask over my features, I turned slowly to face him, as if I was agitated at hisi nterruption in my mission to the bathroom.
"Can we make this quick?" I demanded. "I really need to use the head."
He continued with his quest of staring at me. It was like a one sided Mexican stand off, him doing all the stand-offing.
I looked at him for a few more moments, before deciding I wasn't getting anywhere with him.
"Not that this isn't entertaining or anything, but I'm gonna go ahead and go to the head. When you stop being a ninny, come find me." I turned on my heel, storming off at the unnecessary encounter. My mission had been deterred, and I was not a happy camper.
"Dylan, wait!"
I sighed, giving a brief moment of debate. Should I stop? My foot paused in midair, before I decided that if he really needed to talk to me, he could catch up. Exercise is good for the soul- or something like that
I placed my foot back on the ground and continued my walk towards my destination. I could Alek's shoes behind me slapping the cold, hard concrete as he rushed to catch up to me. Slap, slap, slap. The noise grated in my ears.
Alek's heavy breathing could behind me and I paused once more to give him a chance to catch up, one more time. I didn't want the poor prince to hurt himself.
"What, Alek?" I demanded sharply, waiting for him to stop breathing so hard. He was bent at the middle, hands on his knees, chest heaving. His face was red, and I was worried. He hadn't been running that far.
"I know what you did." He said finally. He stood up and looked me in the eyes, his face only a slight pink.
I felt a shock of surprise race through my body. Questions shot through my brain. I was a mass of inner turmoil on the inside, where he couldn't see.
The mask and calm exterior was all he could see.
"And what is that, Your Highness?" My snarky attitude made the idiot's eye twitch.
He gave an evil smile, making me nervous. My stomach fluttered. Alek got really close and I could smell his cologne. It smelled... Surprisingly masculine.
No, focus you barking girl! I thought to myself, making a quick recovery to pay attention.
"Wouldn't you like to know?