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.”

he have to burst

His hand glides down my arm,”now tell me, Amiera.

me like this. It may not be the answer that he’s

me. “Don’t think. Just

me to. The feelings that bombard me are almost too much for me to bear. It shouldn’t

else!”I 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 begging to be by your side,

What did I accidentally confess

did I speak to him as I knew him? Like we

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

go of me, and the sword drops to the ground. He turns me around to face him, and I wince at the look on his face. He’s definitely not happy with what I just had to

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 from me if you

that was just beside me.

entered the picture, but it’s not like it’s

then, how can he hurt me? I don’t think it’s

away from you?” It’s not like we could avoid each other while living in

for me.” He warns. “Pretend that we don’t know each other. Pretend that we aren’t living in the same house. Pretend that we aren’t going to the

away from me and storms off in the opposite

-ADAM

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

I had no control over my body. Almost like I was speaking about something I’ve experienced before when I know that I haven’t. I talked like someone

first saw her, I haven’t

of my stomach. Something was telling me to remember, to remember her, to reflect

I feel like

today? I’ve been repeating this question in my