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Post by fred on Oct 4, 2011 18:13:47 GMT -5
 I don’t need to try to control you, I swear I’ll behave; Look into my eyes and I’ll own you,
Everything seemed to hit rock bottom just as they were starting to look marvelous for the year. He was football captain, which was the most important but he was also in the Kings and it was going to be a year to remember, they were going to make sure of that. He had taken the first week off of practice since he had not felt confident about the state of his knee since there had been some swelling and a little heat at the site of where it had been repaired the first time, but over the week he had been swimming which seemed to help since he was not putting pressure on the affected joint and at the same time was retaining fitness. After the week he had felt like he had hit a plateau where he was walking like normal and able to put full weight back on it. So when practice came on Monday he knew that he was going to have to prove his worth as the captain while it was going to not matter since their games were not going to be started for a while he also knew that the team was going to be a little skeptical in regards to him since he had been off for a mysterious week. The first part of practice went off flawlessly where he proved yet again that he still had what it took. When they were divided into mock teams though was when it all seemed to go south. He was paired with Nico who was one of his best friends and knew that it was going to be a good game. A few times he narrowly missed a tackle that he was positive was going to hurt but the last time though he had been a little winded and finally someone made contact, just as he was turning and the same feeling wrenched his stomach when he knew that his knee was able to stand up to the normal wear and tear but this was going to be something larger than that. He hit the ground hoping dearly that he was going to be spared from injury but with the shooting pains that did not subside when he sat up and rocked forward to try to get to his feet he knew that this was going to be the start of a downward spiral.
With a tough scolding he knew that there was going to be no way that he was going to get out of the doctor’s visit that the coach was sending him on, to be escorted by another younger member of the team to see to it that he actually made it there. The coach knew him too well. So sitting in the car the boy had been a ball of fire snapping at the kid at every motion he made to talk to Fred so eventually he just gave up and left the two in silence. The two things from that doctor’s visit was the worry that crossed the older man’s face. When Fred asked him when he would be able to be back playing football his jaw seemed to drop. ‘Well I think walking would be my first concern’ After a nasty response from the Prince though he was finished with the Cortisone injection that he promised himself he would never get, the drug being an anti-inflammatory to speed up the healing and he left with a note saying he would be out for the next two weeks with a pulled muscle. That would be how long it would take for the Cortisone to work its way out of his system and now show up in a drug test. Much to his dismay because the injection had been into the joint capsule he now sported a tightly bandaged knee for added support and would have to for the next two weeks since the chance of infection was high and then that would be even larger of a problem. He was just going to have to suck it up and practice his lying face as he told everyone that it was just a pulled muscle. The doctor had been adamant that he was going to regret this but the Prince tended to be used to getting what he wanted and there was only a certain amount of persuasion needed in order to obtain the fake note.
It had been three days since the incident now and he had been in even a worse mood than usual. He was sulking and moping which was not characteristic of him and he needed to make sure that it did not get too noticeable since this was something that was seen to be fixable in the eyes of the rest of the school and he was only going to have to wait the two weeks but he knew the underlying seriousness he was just not ready to admit to it yet. Stubborn streak along with the hot headed nature of the Prince seemed to win over. Groaning he slid out of bed late that night, late enough that most people were going to be in bed with the exception of a few like him who were having problems sleeping. There was only one thing that was going to be able to improve his mood. The lake seemed like a good place to practice as he headed there he sought out a small clearing where he was able to set up a couple drills, darting back and forth in between the cones that he had ‘borrowed’ from the coach at the beginning of his second year. He stopped though after a minute realizing just how much the knee was bothering him and just stood there his leg held up so it was not touching the ground with any sort of weight with his fists clenched.
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Post by anastasiya svetlana of russia on Oct 4, 2011 20:21:50 GMT -5
Careful and considerate as she was, Anastasiya did her best to make as little noise as possible as she pushed the covers off herself and slowly sat up, making sure her feet padded slightly as she set them on the floor. Beside her, Nada and Bethany were sleeping quietly, both seemed as if they’d be out for a while, but Ana wasn’t going to risk it by making any large noises or turning on the lights. Giving her eyes a moment to decide what she was going to do, Ana quickly grabbed the first pair of shoes she could find, which luckily, were hers since Bethany and Nada’s shoes fell right off of her small feet, and a sweater off the back of their door. This, however, didn’t belong to her, and she was practically swimming in it as she grabbed her keys and headed out the door, assuring herself it didn’t slam after her. While she couldn’t sleep, she wasn’t going to doom her roommates with her insomnia. She never used to have trouble sleeping; unlike most people, she wasn’t always riled up at night, and went to bed at a reasonable hour to wake up early. For all of her life that had been her routine. Though jet lag was always a horrendous event for her, her biological clock adjusted quickly, just as she did in most situations, and she wouldn’t be tired for long. Only a few days after arriving at school at the end of August, a little later than some because of a few issues she’d had to deal with at home, and the jet lag had worn off. Now, she was stuck awake at ridiculous hours, instead of when she’d first arrived when the time change had her sleeping at 10 pm max. It wasn’t the first time this year she’d had trouble sleeping; in January, when she hadn’t returned after Christmas vacation, and had spent the last few months of school touring with the Russian ballet, no matter how exhausted her body was, she couldn’t sleep. Ana’s morals firmly forbade her from breaking rules, well, the major ones at least. Actually, she had never actually done anything that could get her into any remote form of trouble until the beginning of this year. Instead of tossing and turning in bed, starting at the ceiling and feeling a little resentment for the other two girls in the room who had no problems falling asleep, she’d taken to walking outside. Mostly, she just wandered aimlessly, planning the route she’d take in the morning when she went running. Briefly, she wondered if she should grab her running shoes and just keep herself going until her body was so exhausted that her mind would have no choice but to comply with the idea of sleep. She decided against it however, that would mean going back inside and risking getting caught or waking up her roommates, and she also wasn’t entirely sure how healthy that was. Not that staying up at all hours of the night was either. Certainly if anyone noticed that Ana wasn’t sleeping well, they’d send her to some sort of doctor, but so far, she’d been doing very well at hiding it from her brothers and friends. It was easy to fool them, as much as she hated to do it. Since Ana had always been on the outside of most social relationships, and was more often than not left alone in a group of people, she was very able in reading body language, as she’d been watching people all her life. Interpreting what she learned and using it on herself to make her appear normal. Even so, she’d never had the chance to observe herself, so her mannerisms that she was adapting were purely from critical thinking and what she had heard people say of the way she walked and acted, which wasn’t much. Ana sort of glided under the radar, and she quite liked it there, only making appearances when it was absolutely necessary. At least, that’s who she was at school. When in Russia and in public, it was a completely different matter. Though she still appeared to be the more reserved and quiet component of the royal family, she was who she really was; charismatic, sweet and friendly when the effort was put in. In those cases, it wasn’t difficult to see why she was her countries little jewel. Not really caring where she ended up, she let her feet take her over the familiar terrain of the campus. Without looking, she’d been able to step over rocks, roots and acclimate to changes in the elevation of the ground. She’d always had a good memory, and could basically remember anything she saw or heard, but she was suspecting that it was a little ridiculous that she could stare at the dark sky, scattered with stars and not worry about walking into a tree because she already knew where they were. As such, before she even looked in front of her, she knew exactly where she was by how much her feet sunk into the earth. She hadn’t expected to find herself here, but she never really expected much from her late night walks, so she wasn’t surprised. What did surprise her, was that there was already another person down by the lake. Cautiously, she approached, making enough noise to alert them of her presence, and wrapped her sweater around herself securely. When she was close enough, she took in the boy’s stance, clearly he was either very frustrated, angry, or wanted to beat up the lake. All seemed plausible, but she was going to bet it was one of the former. The clenched fists, odd stance, and look on his face clearly indicated that he was not happy, and by the way he was holding his weight -she could tell by the small slant of his shoulders- was avoiding his one leg. Of course, she recognized him immediately and put a name to the face. “Are you alright, Frederic?” she spoke when she was near enough, which would probably surprise him. She wasn’t sure she’d ever had an actual conversation with him, or initiated one for that matter. Usually, she didn’t speak unless she was spoken to and only initiated contact if she felt it was very necessary. Now seemed like one of those times. frederic of switzerland | 1065 words | wearing [click] | a little long-winded, boring and basically says nothing xD
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Post by fred on Oct 4, 2011 23:36:24 GMT -5
I don’t need to try to control you, I swear I’ll behave; Look into my eyes and I’ll own you, With them moves like J A G G E R.
If there was one thing that he was not good at it was controlling his anger, lately there had been so much to add to this, he had been developing these things called feelings and they were for the girl that he knew that he should hate. After all the two of them had hated one another since they set foot on Vineheart together and since the first day that she had arrived to class late and he had laughed at her, on her way to the back to sit down she had knocked his textbook off his desk and after that it was open season with the remarks and comments just seeming to get crueler over the years until it was something that everyone expected of the two, if they were ever to be civil it would probably indicate the end of the world. The two hot headed Royals were not meant to be allies. Well at least this was how he had thought up until last year when in the midst of one of their common fights, just after she had poured her drink on him in the middle of the Kings and Queens party at the Riverbed the two had ended up kissing and where that lead was back to the boys’ dorm room. He had perfected the technique of getting under her skin and since this ‘thing’ had started between the two of them he blamed her for ruining the reckless and careless sleeping around that he and Dante and Nico were known for. Since the first night she had been the only one that he had slept with since and strangely enough he did not have the urges to change this even though he had tried to convince himself that he was crazy. They were poisonous to one another and they were by no means something good so why did he subject himself to this? Because this was just what he needed, not worry about feelings and know the last thing that she would ever want in the world would be for him to develop them and yet lately seeing her in the halls with other guys had started to get to him, so this was why he needed to take a step back, give her the cold shoulder for awhile until he was able to manage to get his sanity back perhaps this had been why getting hurt had affected him even more than usual until he was a miserable and dangerous mess. Muttering insane things under his breath and snapping at who ever dared to talk to him. Lately even the two boys that lived in the dorm with him had been steering clear of him as well. All he needed was a good day to go to the Ice Box and get drunk out of his mind and make him forget all his problems. Somehow that did not even sound appealing since even getting himself pissed out of his mind was not going to take away from the fact that he was barely able to hobble his way out there.
The only thing that was going to make him completely forget about this was the drills that he was then involved in as breathing turned ragged as he was trying to compensate for the leg that not only did not want to bend but he was also having to put more weight on the opposite leg, this was going to take a lot of getting used to and if he was not careful one of the members of the other team was going to be able to pick up on his weakness then that was game over since as soon as they knew that all they would do was plan to play against his weakness and that caused his stomach to sink. He needed to get through this and now before it was too late and he wasted away all the last year of school healing, he was not going to get to play football after this last year so therefore he needed to make the best of it. The doctor had been sure to tell him that he was treading very dangerous waters when he started with the Cortisone shots because it was going to give him a temporary feeling that the tissues were actually healing when that was not at all the case and he was going to end up pushing himself harder and therefore only making it bad enough that he was going to be back to get another shot before he knew it. This only turned his mood even more foul in regards to the doctor, what did he know? His entire job revolved on telling people what they were not going to be able to do anymore and ruining their lives and he was not going to allow this to happen he just needed to get over this little setback and he would be back good as new he knew this in the back of his mind. He had been so focused on the things that were running through his mind at an alarming rate that he had not even noticed the girl that had joined him so when she spoke his heart leapt into his throat and he swung around to land harsh dark eyes on her. Clearly she did not know him well or would know that it would be better to just stay away when he was in a mood like this, it was not like he was going to do anything stupid or unpredictable though it would be no doubt that she would hear what she did not want to hear. The soft tone of her voice seemed to soften the external defiance though and he decided that maybe he was not going to snap at her, maybe give her the chance to speak. I am fine. Just a sprain. He uttered and the reply was quite abrupt, trying his best to mask it he attempted to then set weight on it and ended up looking away as he winced and bit down hard on his bottom lip.
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Post by anastasiya svetlana of russia on Oct 9, 2011 0:22:21 GMT -5
Vineheart was just like every other high school in a few particular ways. The social hierarchy seemed to be the same from what Ana had read in books and seen in movies, and had thoroughly analysed through texts books, and while she didn’t really believe in it, it had its benefits. With the help of the caste system, she remained under the radar, out of everyone’s way, only to appear when necessary, or when someone of a higher ‘status’ needed a foil to enhance their natural ‘godliness.’ At least, of all the little cliques she’d read about and seen firsthand, she fell somewhere between the ‘geeks’ and the nobodies, and personally, she quite liked where she was. She didn’t really care where other people were, but as long as she was safe, gliding under the radar, she was perfectly fine with her position. Call her a black-sheep, a nobody, a ghost even, and it would only serve to please her. Never had Ana ever wanted any attention at school. Teenagers were ruthless with their judgement and cruelty, and she’d rather not be a part of it. And so, she cut herself out of school activities, and preferred to stay on her own. She didn’t have as many friends as other people did, and she didn’t put herself out there, but that was who she was. Because she played her role so very well, and was hardly ever noticed when she didn’t want to be, Ana happened to hear everything that was going on. Now it wasn’t by choice that she eavesdropped, but when people’s voices carried, and she always happened to be multi-tasking and adding listening to background noise was difficult, she couldn’t help but hear things. The information she learnt, which was usually varied from who was seen leaving whose room the night before to what people actually thought of certain princes and princess. Mostly, she ignored it all and kept her information to herself, but if Ana was to ever need to extract revenge for any reason, she’d be perfectly capable. She was certain she’d heard at least everyone speak, or spoken of, at least. Not that she’d ever do that, because it was immoral and wrong. She didn’t even like speaking of the things she had heard, not even to her close friends, or her best friend for that matter. Mostly because people didn’t want her to know these things, and just didn’t bother to look around to see if she was there, though she didn’t warn them for fear of embarrassment, theirs or hers, she wasn’t sure, but she kept quiet. Just because she knew things, didn’t mean she had to use them or put them into practice. Not only was it bad moral-wise, but she’d certainly call more attention than she wanted to upon herself if she ever did, and if there was one thing she didn’t want was attention. Which was why she was fairly sure that Frederic had no idea who she was. It didn’t matter though because she knew exactly who he was. A self-proclaimed ‘King of Vineheart,’ a title Ana never put much stock to, Frederic’s claim to fame inside the walls of the school was being captain and running back of the football team, which didn’t seem to be doing him much good in the condition he was in. Of course, he had another quite unsavoury reputation, but Stazy always tried to keep an open mind until she actually knew someone, though as it was, Fred didn’t seem like the type of person she’d get along with. They’d been perfectly content in just passively ignoring each other, mostly because he was probably completely ignorant of her existence, not that it mattered much, but she had heard quite a bit about him. Apparently, Frederic of Switzerland was a hot-topic that everyone seemed to be talking about, especially with the rumours that he was going to take Vineheart to State, which she’d be only mildly impressed by. She wasn’t into sports so much, and certainly not very interested in contact ones. She had, however, seen Fred golf in a few tournaments when she went to watch her brother, and couldn’t deny that he was skilled at what he did. Though this ‘sprain’ as he called it, seemed to be getting to him. Earlier in the week she had heard about his injury, and from what she’d gathered, everyone was content in believing it was just a sprain and that their captain would be back in no time. Ana didn’t really believe one word of it, not that she’d said anything at the time, but there was a nagging feeling in her mind that it was something else, something much more serious. If she had been any closer to Frederic, she would have shown some sort of interest, but besides her general curiosity in all things, she’d pushed it aside. It wasn’t her place to meddle in anyway. She had spent most of her teenage years around the guy, and honestly had probably spoken no more than a sentence to him. There was no way this was her problem. At least, she didn’t think it was until she happened upon him standing in quite the frustrated and angry stance. She was no doctor, but she was fairly sure that when one had a sprained knee, exercise wasn’t recommended until a few weeks after, presuming that some progress had been made, and even then it was only small work-outs to strength the muscle. Taking in the sweat on him and the way he was breaking, she knew he wasn’t out here doing little therapy drills. “Maybe you should sit down,” she cautioned, not sure if she should move forward because she wasn’t sure how he’d react. At least she could get him to sit and rest for a bit, even if it was just a sprain, it would be better to keep off of it just in case. frederic of switzerland | 994 words | wearing [click] | sorry it took forever, i kept getting distracted >.<
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Post by fred on Oct 9, 2011 11:51:40 GMT -5
I don’t need to try to control you, I swear I’ll behave; Look into my eyes and I’ll own you, With them moves like J A G G E R.
While he did not know anything of being at a regular school he did imagine that they did function in the same way as this one seemed to, survival of the fittest when it came to the hierarchy whoever did not want badly to be on the top of the pyramid did not take much to fall and then once you had fallen from the top spots it was nearly impossible to regain the lost ground, after all look at Bentley who had once been one of the contenders for a prestigious spot in the Kings and he made one stupid drunken mistake at a party that they were all present at and all of a sudden nothing but the one punch of Xavier mattered and not only was he stripped of being from the Kings in the next year but a lot of then tended to avoid him for the most part considering they were too scared that it was going to reflect bad taste on them now that he was a King he felt invincible though and knew that he was close enough to Dante that it was not going to overly matter what happened as long as he never did the people in the immediate trust circle wrong. When it came to Mira and the two of them this was something that would never be frowned on since Nico and Dante both found the twos actions to be rather amusing. Still he could not stomach the feeling of almost guilt at them being forced to go through the motions yet again this year, everyone expected a large fight between them and it was all for show this year since they were actually getting along well since he had been in Bulgaria in a week in the summer and spent a time with her, obviously just as a fling though since that was the agreement and no one was to know that he was there, staying in a hotel not far from the Palace. As the last step faltered and sent a shooting pain up through his knee he found certain curse words forming on his lips and being whispered into the darkness with the wince that crossed his face thinking that he was completely alone after all what other crazy person would come to the lake at this time of the night? This had been why he had chosen here, knowing that he would probably be the only one to have thought to venture here.
He was much too tired to reprimand the girl that suddenly appeared at the side of the field. He knew who she was since he tended to keep tabs on most of the people around Vineheart though she tended to be one that did not get into the gossip all that much and that was something to almost be proud of around Vineheart since it was quite a feat though his goals went in the complete opposite direction he loved the attention and especially when it was bad attention. All this would stop when he graduated and he was going to make sure to take full advantage of not caring what was spoken of. For this last year at Vineheart there was a lot of weight being pressed on his shoulders, he NEEDED to be able to learn to work through this pain and make sure that his knee was in good enough shape to be able to continue the football season after all the team this year was impressive. He was glad that the coach either did not want to admit it or had never noticed that this knee problem had started a lot long before the small tackle the other day. There were days that he had not been able to hide it as he was limping around and even anti-inflammatory drugs did not seem to take enough of the edge off. Plus there was always the scar that ran the entire way around his leg, most of the time his shorts covered that though and he did not tend to wear shorts any other time than working out and in football so that no one would be able to see the scar he could not chance slipping up like that. If anyone were to find out about the knee surgery and just how serious it had been a couple years ago it would be a complete disaster for him.
He had a high pain threshold but even this was too much for him now. He had done all his research into things that were allowed for him to take for the games and yet there was not really anything he could do that would not test making this entire situation less bearable. He was not looking forward to having to practice on it and it caused his stomach to sink into the depths of his insides. By now when she spoke saying that he should sit down his breathing had regulated to be back to normal and suddenly he was feeling very defeated. While normally he would have snapped at her for that comment he didn’t, he instead took a few limping steps in the direction of the bench close to the edge of the trail that ran all the way around the lake and dropped to a seated position. He became all to aware that as he sat the scar was exposed on his knee and he made a little too much of a quick gesture to place his hand on his knee like people tended to do when they were guarding an injury but that did not change that it was a little suspicious and she probably had already seen. He choked back the want to grumble at himself for being such an idiot after he had been so careful up until now. So why are you out here this late? He asked her and now there seemed to be an abrupt tone to his voice.
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Post by anastasiya svetlana of russia on Oct 9, 2011 23:43:36 GMT -5
Briefly Ana wondered what people would think of her if they knew she knew so many things about them. It probably wouldn’t be good, she supposed, since quite a few of the things were little tidbits of detail that they probably hadn’t wanted anyone to know. And Ana did hope that it would never get out, though she couldn’t see the big deal if it did. Sure, she knew some things that people wouldn’t want her to, but honestly, she wasn’t doing anything with the information. Reputations were still intact, mostly, and she’d never spoken a word to someone about the things she’d heard, unless it was directly beneficial for them to know, or it helped them in some way. If she was anyone else, the information would have been put to good use, but wanting to stay where she was; mostly ignored and on good terms with mostly everyone, she didn’t speak a sound about it. That’s exactly where Ana was though; in the sort of middle, but hidden. Born into the spotlight, she got enough of it at home, always being followed and closely watched, every move documented and published in the newspaper, or on the internet. It was suffocating, so she sought out Vineheart, her home away from home, as a sanctuary. Here, she could be whoever she wanted to be and could glide under the radar, remain undiscovered by the gossip blogs. While at home she had a certain obligation to make appearances all the time, at Vineheart she only made them when necessary. Most of the other students didn’t know it, but outside of school, she was not nearly as quiet or reserved, much more charismatic and charming. For now, she didn’t need to be. There was no one to impress here, at least no one worth impressing to her. She needed to win over the hearts of her people at home, not some trivial group of students who had proclaimed themselves rulers of the school. For them to have to give themselves a title, well, to Ana that just proved that they didn’t have as much power as they thought they did. She hadn’t had any run-ins with them yet, though if the time ever came, and it turned out negatively for Ana, they would most certainly see a side of her that no one wanted to deal with. Oddly enough, the boy in front of her was a member of one such group, and he certainly played the part. The captain of the football team, the player or whatever you wanted to call him, though only semi-good looking in Ana’s eyes, though she was picker than most on looks because they came second to her after personality. She had always believed that by simply looking at a person you could tell quite a bit about their personality, and not only by the way they carried themselves, but by their facial features. Fred’s wider nose was a symbol of wealth, and the offset of the same appendage a sign of indulgence, while the shape of his lip, the bow of the top lip and the thickness of the lower one, indicated sexual desire gluttony. Now, she didn’t know Frederic very well, but from what she’d heard from other people, it was supposedly quite correct. Then again, she’d never put much stock in the information of others; they were biased, like a first-person narration in a story, and often their information was only from one point of view, while Anastasiya liked gathering it from all sides, and making a decision for herself. She couldn’t help it, it was her naturally analytical and critical mind that did it. although when it came to people, she mostly just went on what others said, not really wanting to approach the person in question themselves and ask for herself. Ana was thankful that he hobbled over to the bench, making it there before she could offer her assistance or get any closer to him. She did however; take a few steps in his direction while observing him quickly covering his knee, presumably putting his hand over the scar she’d already noticed. He obviously didn’t know her, or speak to her brothers very often; it was useless trying to hide things from her. Ana was naturally observant and picked up on basically everything, like now, how an owl some forty feet away had hopped from one edge of a branch to the other. And how there were three geese in the lake, floating on the bank nearest them, and that one of the geese was female, the other two slightly smaller males, while much higher in the sky, the star Chara had just passed into Venus according to western astrology. Or even how Fred had sat on the wrong side of the bench; the side on the softer ground, and how it sank nearly three quarters of an inch, into the grass when he sat down. No, not much escaped her. “I couldn’t sleep,” she said simply, her response short and curt as usual, not purposely rude, but to anyone who didn’t know her, it may have seemed so. She was always straight-forward, not wasting time with formalities and beating around the bush as other people often did. If she wanted to know something, she was just going to outright ask and not make a big deal out of it, so she could carry on her way and moved onto more important things. “Why are you doing that,” she motioned with an incline of her head to the space where she deduced he’d been running drills before. “So late and with a sprained knee?” She said sprained to replace what she wasn’t sure of, but that she’d figure out eventually. frederic of switzerland | 960 words | wearing [click] | ... have no idea wtf the star thing is, so don't look for accuracy in that XD
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Post by fred on Oct 10, 2011 14:23:50 GMT -5
I don’t need to try to control you, I swear I’ll behave; Look into my eyes and I’ll own you, With them moves like J A G G E R.
It was impossible not to live life without secrets seeing as a lot of the time you did not even realize that you were keeping them, that did not mean that they were all bad but in the case of Fred most of them were. Most of his were just things that were embarrassing and never going to hurt anyone, one of the biggest was the fact that he lead a life as a womanizer along with Dante and Nico and his mother and father while they probably had their suspicions did not officially have a clue and they would probably want it to remain that way they wanted to see their son as a perfect contributing member of society when really he was quite the opposite he was the type to break the rules and the type to wreck whatever sanity a person had left. Though tonight was different whether it was the fact that he was exhausted and would much rather be in bed or the fact that he was feeling a little more defeated than usual he was not his normal self. His normal self would have replied with a witty and snarky comment back to the girl that was now sitting beside him on the bench not caring what she even thought of him but lately he had been a little different and there was something off in him. Maybe actually getting along with Mira was what had been doing it he was nowhere near as fired up as he had been in previous years so maybe the two of them fed of the hot-tempered nature of one another a lot more than they thought. And this year he was not even looking forward to the fight that was going to make the gossip blog like it always did.
A lot of the person that sat beside him was a mystery to him of course he knew that she was in the same year as him and had here the entire time that they started in school but yet he really could not remember saying even two words to her for the entire almost five years which was strange because usually he had something to say to anyone and everyone. She remained out of the spotlight though and for that he even found that he was a little jealous and not too sure why since it was what he thrived on. He did not like the fact that people were watching his every move but at the same time knew that it was an essential part of his life since he was going to take the throne of Switzerland one day. The way that she was looking at him was a little un nerving as it appeared that she was trying to size him up and he had always been nervous of people that were like that while he was an observant person he tended to only notice the things in which he would need to benefit himself like what really tended to get under someone’s skin such as Mira or the other group of haters that seemed intent on trying to ruin him socially. He felt vulnerable under her eyes and exposed like the walls of defense that he tried to put up were of no use for her and she could already see past them and this was putting him on edge but most of all it was making him curious as well. Curious enough to not dismiss the girl upon sitting down and just having met her, of course he knew her name he was not that dull and did tend to keep up on who was who, she was the Russian princess although she was the same age as him he had a lot more to do with the younger of her siblings, the triplets seeing as they had a little more in common with him and one he was almost sure was on the same golf team as him.
There was no way that he was going to allow her to help him to the bench he was never going to need the help that people seemed like they should offer he was never going to be that injured. He would rather have to have crutches than to ever get assistance. When he sat she did the same and when she asked her why she was there she stated that she had not been able to sleep which was the reason that he thought she would have been there. He nodded lightly while looking out over the lake at the different ripples that were caused by something that was unseen from where they were sitting. She then asked him why he was out running the drills. This year is important in football. He stated abruptly though if she kept any eye on what was going on in the school she would already know that. Because I am not supposed to be back on it yet but I am the captain, they are counting on me. He was really starting to feel the stresses of it as well. He shrugged gently though not too sure if she was going to accept that response or if she had possibly gathered a bit more from his slip up in exposing the earlier injury.
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