My Best Friend Stole My Royal Boyfriend

Chapter 60

The next day at school, things are back to normal. The cafeteria is all cleaned up like there was never a fire, to begin with. No one is even speaking about it anymore. Everyone is excited about the upcoming trip, and that’s what the talk is about today.

I’m anything but excited about interacting with royals and whatever they had planned. I didn’t trust them.

We have another sword training session this morning, and even though Adam and I came to school together this morning, somehow, I’m once again late to class. I’m sure that he hasn’t noticed since squealing girls are all around him, trying their best to get his attention, just like I remembered from the first day he got here. School was never this frustrating for me until now.

Our gazes lock, and my heart begins to beat faster than it’s ever done before. It’s like my body remembers so much about him. It wants to run to him. To hug Him. To kiss him. To never let him go.

He’s gazing at me too, and I have to wonder if he feels anything like I do. Does he feel like he can’t go without being next to me? Does he feel the heat and the desperation? Does he feel like he will die if he doesn’t hold me soon? Does he feel anything at all? I wish I knew the answer to these questions, but I don’t, and I don’t think I ever will.

We are asked once again to stand in a line; everyone gets a chance to train with him, and since I’m late, I’m the last one.

“Pick up your sword Amiera.” He orders me. I do as he says, not wanting a repeat of last time. I’m no longer trying to annoy him.”Tell me what you feel.”He says as he walks towards me.

Why does he do that? Anytime he gets too close, I can’t think clearly.

I try to think of something, anything to say, but nothing comes to mind. Why does he always ask me that question? Why does he always want to know what I feel?

“Tell me.” He urges me. “I don’t know,” I mumble. “I can’t really tell,” I say in a defeated tone. What am I supposed to say? What was the right thing to say to him? “Class,” he says. “Make a trip around the school and meet us back here.”

I watch as everyone obeys him without asking any questions. Why would they? Everyone here worships the ground he walked on.

“Why did you do that?” I ask him. “Why did you ask them to leave?” “Because I want to be alone with you.” He confesses. My lips part at his words. He wants to be alone with me? My heart does a little jump at his words.

“So that you can train better. Your mind seems to be far. I think the fewer people here, the more you’ll be able to concentrate.”

have to burst my

to his. His hand glides down my arm,”now tell

I truly feel when he touches me like

me. “Don’t think. Just feel. Let your body take control, don’t be

bombard me

feel like there is fire flowing through my veins and begging to be let free. I feel great sadness. I feel heartbroken over something, but I have no idea what it is. I feel terrified. I feel like my body is practically

did I just do? What did

speak to him as I knew him? Like we were lovers?

I aren’t even romantically involved, so why did I say things like that to him? It makes absolutely no

his face. He’s definitely not happy with what I just had to say. Why would he be? He’s here trying

and faces me with a fierce look. “Stop those feelings. Don’t wish for things that could never happen. I will bring you only pain. Stay away

same person that was just beside me. His eyes seem different for some

he will bring me pain? I know that my life has been crazy since he entered the picture, but it’s not like it’s his fault. He

don’t think it’s possible. I don’t think he knows what

done nothing to me. Why should I stay away from you?” It’s not like we could avoid each other while

stay away. And don’t you dare f*****g get any sort of feelings for me.” He warns. “Pretend that we don’t know each other. Pretend that we aren’t living in the same house. Pretend

from

-ADAM

and stare at myself in the mirror. I did something alarming today, something

Almost like I was speaking about something I’ve experienced before when I know that I haven’t. I talked like someone who knew Amiera more

those things to me? Like we were lovers? And why did something inside of me tell me that we were? Ever since I first saw her, I haven’t been able to get her

in the pit of my stomach. Something was telling me to remember, to remember her, to reflect the pain, to place the happiness, to remember it

like time was running out

today? I’ve been repeating this question in my head since it