My Best Friend Stole My Royal Boyfriend

Chapter 58

She smiles, “he’s already agreed. You’ll be in his car; Henry and I will be in a different vehicle. It should give you more bonding time.”

Bonding time? My mother didn’t know what she was speaking about or encouraging, for that matter. The bonding between Adam and me isn’t the kind of bonding you see between siblings.

I packed my bags, just in case I wanted to go for a swim. A few minutes later and we are on our way to the lake. As usual, Adam and I are barely speaking to each other. He hasn’t said a single word to me.

I play with my fingers in my lap, “who was that girl from earlier?” I break the silence with a question bugging me since earlier.

Tdon’t want to care, but I do. He doesn’t have to know why I’m asking; he could think I’m curious. He quirks a brow, “why do you ask?” I cross my arms over my chest, “forget that I asked. It’s not important.”.

“She’s someone from my past school. You wouldn’t be seeing her around again.” He finally responds.

Wouldn’t be seeing her around again? Could it be that he dated her and chose this morning to break it off? I want to ask, but I don’t want him to think I’m invested in his relationships.

“How far are we from the lake?” I ask him. – There are many other questions I have for him, but I’m waiting for the right moment to ask them. “Are you that impatient?” He answers my question with one of his own. I roll my eyes, “of course not. It was a simple question.” I’m about to say something else when a building comes into my view.

“Isn’t this…”

“The school that all royals attend.” He says before I can finish the question. “Yes, it is.”

My lips part, and I feel a weird pain in my chest, the same kind that I felt whenever I was close to Adam. It wasn’t as strong, but it made me feel uncomfortable.

“It’s so unfair; why do they have the best schools when commoners don’t,” I mumble.

He gives me a sideways glance, “it sounds to me like you have something against the royals. Most people worship them; what’s your issue?”

llaugh,”my issue? They don’t care about anyone but themselves. Where do you ever see them doing anything to better our lives? We’re the ones giving everything to serve them. It should be the other way around. I don’t know why they don’t use their power for good instead of bad.”

He shrugs his shoulders, “it depends on how you look at it. They have those schools because they’re training to protect those who can’t protect themselves. Not all of them only care about themselves. Don’t judge everyone badly because of one or two.”

“Are you defending them?” I ask him. He doesn’t answer me. Instead, he pulls into a road that goes into the forest. “We’re almost there.” In a few minutes, he stops the vehicle. His dad and my mom are not here yet; it’s just the two of us for

now.  seen Derore.

place?” I ask him. “It’s

peace, “I stumbled upon it one day while exploring the forest. Something about this place

beauty of it. I feel connected to it

I feel connected to this place somehow. Like this isn’t my first time here when I know that I haven’t been here before, not

that sleeps around? How many women have you been with already? Did you love

want to hear that he hasn’t loved anyone before. I want to

But I wait for him to give me an answer. His eyes flash and pin me against

the distance between us, and he’s looming

me with

very personal questions to be asking someone that

Maybe I want to know every part of you. Maybe I want to know why

in a sharp

think I’m okay with him thinking that

He says

that supposed to mean? Was that his way of distracting me

I’ve ever met before.” He elaborates. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” “I’m still trying to figure that part out.”

the fire in the cafeteria?” I murmur. It’s the question I’ve been dying to ask, and I finally

don’t think. I know you are responsible for it.” “How is that possible?” I ask him.

it, to begin with. It would mean that he wasn’t just some average commoner. But I

you think that you can teach me how to use it?” I ask him. “What makes you think

at teaching my body

out loud, but I feel it in my belly. Being this close to him doesn’t

arm. “W-what are you doing?” I stutter. “Teaching you.” He says. His voice was thick. “What does touching me have anything to do with

what has to be done. I have to touch you. I need to touch you.

his head to the side and brings his face close to my neck. I can hardly breathe when he blows on the

head; I cannot form any words when he’s this close to

when he grips my waist

us.

arms around his neck and hold onto him