I'm starting to think I should have gotten that ice pack. Halfway into the book and I'm ready to give up. My head is pounding. It's been pounding since… actually, let’s not talk about that. Isn't there a movie? I wonder if I could get away with watching it? I'm not sure if I can handle the rest of this book. How did Quinton read it so fast and with such ease? Why is he so bloody perfect?! Ugh!
I decide to go ahead and watch the movie. I am not a reader, never have been. I get bored a few paragraphs in. I am definitely more of a movie guy, although this book isn't really something I am into anyways, which means I won't be into the movie. I should at least try to watch it though, right?
Of course, ten minutes into the movie my eyes are halfway shut. I have to drink two monsters and eat two six packs of Reese's to keep myself awake. I'm more the action movie type of guy. I can enjoy slower-paced movies, but they have to be something that creeps me out. You know, like the ones based on real events that make a shiver run down your spine.
By the time the movie is over I'm bouncing off the walls. It would be nice if Langley was still here. I need someone to calm me down. I can't even go shoot some hoops… I mean, I could but it's not as fun by yourself. especially now that I've actually played with other people.
Back home the servants would play with me, but none of them knew how to. They always let me win, too… not that the kids here don’t, either, but at least they try to put up a fight. Thinking about it is kind of pathetic. It's hard to know your true potential when no one ever shows theirs. How am I meant to get better if people don't try their best against me? I guess being a Prince isn't all perks...
I shake my head and decide to go on another adventure. I find myself scurrying around campus, searching for anyone willing to play a game with me. How come earlier I saw five kids at breakfast, around nine at lunch, and a few in the halls, yet now I can't find a single person! I suppose they could be in town, shopping or seeing a movie, but my father told me the only way I could stay over break is if I stay on campus.
Damn… what am I gonna do now?
Then it hits me. My grin actually hurts it's so large.
There is no way Quinton is smart, good-looking, and good at sports, right? No one is that blessed. I could get him to play a game with me, totally crush him, and rub it in his face for the rest of his life! It would be great.
I am pounding on Quinton's dorm room door in no time. If he is pretending not to be there it won’t work, because I will stand here for however long it takes. I even start to scream when after five minutes there is no answer.
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