The actual football game between the several schools has already begun. Occasionally, our school would go to another school, and other times it would be them who would travel to the Borstal. Because of Prince Augustus, Borstal always comes out on top. Hilliard entered the final number one in rank. Borstal was just one victory away from qualifying, and their last opponent was Amarillo, which used to be my school.
In the past, I thought I would never come back to Amarillo, but because of that game, it looks like it might happen. I was anxious about myself, particularly since I had served as their student president before.
We had already pulled up in front of Amarillo and had been waiting for one of the Prince’s royal guards to unlock the door and let him step out of the vehicle. I took a big breath and continued. No way in hell I am not going to be recognized by these people, no matter how hard I try to avoid their gaze.
"Let us go, Prince Augustus," Walden said.
"Hold on a second."
My gaze was fixed on Prince Augustus, who seemed to take notice of me. This man gave me his coat after taking it off.
"Prince, this is your..."
"They’ll recognize you." He put on the hoodie of my jacket before ultimately stepping out of the vehicle.
Everyone knew that the crown prince was a student at Borstal. Therefore, it should come as no surprise that the female students of Amarillo are eagerly awaiting the arrival of Prince Augustus on their campus. Screams from the ladies erupted as we descended. When the prince spoke the words "LET’S GO," Walden and I immediately followed him.
As we entered, the girls attempted to reach out his hand, and some of them were carrying presents for the prince. But he walked right in and didn’t even bother to look around.
Because the prince’s team was in the locker room getting ready, I took advantage of the opportunity to visit Gabriel and Mishelley in their room, which happened to be my room. Before entering the room, I waited for the pupils to leave the room.
I took the hoodie off. "G ... Gemma!" Mishelley rushed towards me and pushed herself off of my shoulders. "What brought you here?"
"Aren’t Borstal and Amarillo going to play today?" I replied.
"You are, indeed, Gemma!" Gabriel also came up to me and embraced me, which was quite tight.
"I miss you two."
"It’s good that you’re still alive," Mishelley sobbed, her voice breaking with emotion. "The last time we spoke was when a guy in a suit dragged you away from us."
I flicked Mishelley’s forehead with my ring finger. "You thought I hadn’t completely forgotten about what you had done. You’re a traitor! Because you pointed me out, I had no choice but to go with Walden!"
"Walden? Is that the name of the person in the suit?" Mishelley asked me as she moved her face closer to mine and looked into my eyes. "I like the sound of his last name."
"You like every name of the guy that looks handsome to you," Gabriel added. "Let’s get going. The game has probably just begun."
The two of them were sitting alongside me in the bleachers, close to where the Borstal team was. "Some people might think you are on our side," I said.
"Then let them think that way. We are not taking sides since Mishelley and I dislike watching the game; we are just here to support you." Gabriel explained.
With my right hand, I was holding Mishelley’s hand, and with my left hand, I was holding Gabriel’s hand.
At the beginning of the game, Borstal had only just seized control of the game. I chose not to pick a side since I am a student at both Amarillo and Borstal, but my heart belonged to Borstal, and I wanted Borstal’s victory.
After winning the first half, Borstal cruised through the second and advanced to the championship final with a 3-0 victory.
Even though Amarillo was defeated, they maintained a positive attitude. Because the Prince visited their school and they continued to fight, it was a tremendous honor for their school, particularly for the females. We didn’t leave Amarillo immediately because of the girls who were obstructing our path because they wanted to have a photo with the Prince.
Upon Tara’s arrival, everyone moved to the sidelines. "Greetings, Prince!" She extended her hand to shake the prince. "My name is Tara, and I’m the student president of Amarillo."
Prince Augustus also extended his hand, and the two of them exchanged handshakes. Tara’s gaze was drawn to me, and I instinctively bowed my head to the ground. When she returned her gaze to the prince, a lady abruptly approached me, causing the hoodie of my jacket to be taken off my head. My appearance took them all by surprise.
"G- Gemma!" Tara’s eyes widened as soon as she caught a glimpse of me. "What on earth are you doing here?"
"Oh, look at that! She has the Borstal ID card." The guy on the other side of Tara made a motion toward me.
"Borstal? How come..." Tara snorted and rolled her eyes. "I understand why you fled Amarillo; your next target is to plunder Borstal." She said while pointing to my identity card.
"No." I vehemently refuted what they were claiming.
She turned her gaze back to the prince. "I’m not sure what you’re doing with this lady, Prince Augustus. However, she’s the daughter of a thief, so she’s not someone you can trust." She said it aloud.
"Right!" they yelled as a group.
Tara turned to face me with a devilish grin. "Take a photo of us." She handed her phone over to me.
I began to pick up her phone when Prince Augustus intervened.
"Stay in front of the camera and take a photo of yourself." Prince Augustus stated, that his words were chilly and dismissive before placing his hands on my shoulders and placing the hoodie over my head. "You’re the president of the school, therefore you should conduct yourself accordingly." The prince then put his hand in mine, and the two of us walked out of the field together.
I had to keep my laughter to a minimum. I can’t believe what the prince did; he humiliated Tara in front of her schoolmates. Surely, Gabriel and Mishelley are giggling with delight at this point as well!
Tara’s ashamed expression stayed with me till the trip.
"Can’t you stop laughing?" Prince Augustus said when he saw I was giggling secretly.
"Huh?" I locked my gaze on him.
"She humiliated you, yet you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing."
"You made her seem bad in front of everyone earlier," I said. "We had been arguing for a long time, and she was always envious of me, so when I was dismissed, she found a way to replace me as student president of Amarillo."
He glanced at me with a serious expression on his face. "You have the guts to answer me, yet you remain mute when it comes to her." He let out a grunt.
"It’s because you’re worse than they are." I retorted.
"Worse?" He repeated himself, his brows pinched in anger.