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.”

Why did he have to burst my bubble

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

feel when he touches me like this. It may not be the answer

he orders me. “Don’t think. Just feel. Let

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

about anything 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, to feel every touch that you can give, to know what it’s like to be kissed by you. To know

I just do? What did I accidentally confess

Like we were lovers?

romantically involved, so why did I say things like that to him? It makes absolutely no sense to

around to face him, and I wince at the look on his face. He’s definitely not happy with what I just had to say. Why would he be? He’s here trying to teach me how to

wish for things that could never happen. I will bring you

by this sudden change in him. I’m not even sure that he’s the same person that was just beside me. His eyes

know that my life has been crazy since he entered the picture, but it’s not like it’s his fault. He isn’t controlling my emotions, and he isn’t the

he hurt me? I don’t think it’s possible. I don’t

to me. Why should I stay away from you?” It’s not like we could avoid each other while living in

of feelings for me.” He warns. “Pretend that we don’t know each other. Pretend that

from me and storms off in the opposite direction. What the hell just happened between

-ADAM

some water over my face and stare at myself in the mirror. I

I haven’t. I talked like someone who knew Amiera more than she knew herself. That was absurd. I barely

since I first saw

Something was telling me to remember, to remember her, to reflect

I feel like time was running out on

those things to Amiera today? I’ve been repeating this question in my head since it