The Prick and His Prince The Class Prince Book 2 - IJ Hidee

THE CLASS PRINCE BOOK 2 J. I

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Chapter 1: My boyfriend The Class Prince   I awoke to soft sheets and the morning light that trickled through a small gap between the curtains. It was already winter and the air was cold, but the sun was still out. I was lying in a king sized bed, debating on whether I was still asleep or not. Ivan wrapped his arm around my waist and leaned his forehead against my back, still sound asleep. I was careful not to wake him as I turned towards him, staring at his beautiful face and long lashes, admiring every aspect of his angelic face. I knew that I was now fully awake, but he looked like someone you could only meet in your dreams. I reached over and gently brushed away a lock of hair from his forehead and smiled. It's already been four months since we've been together. Well, we never officially asked each other out, but we mutually knew that we didn't need a title to prove that we had feelings for one another. But to completely honest, it felt like we were a real couple. We'd have our day to day fights; I'd come sleep over at his house; we'd kiss and cuddle; he'd make me do these weird, kinky stuff; and the list went on. I flinched, remembering how just last night he bought me a pink dildo asking if I could play with myself in front of him. Of course I refused, but he always somehow managed to get his way with things and I could still feel the throbbing pain in my ass. I glared at Ivan who slept peacefully. How dare he look so innocent. I mentally sighed, deciding to get up. But the second I moved a muscle, Ivan pulled me closer towards him, his eyes still closed. "Don't go, Des," he mumbled in a raspy voice, tightening his grip around my waist. "I'm not," I lied, quickly removing my hand from his face. But he put it back on his cheek. "I like it when you touch me and when you look at me like that," he murmured gently. I frowned. "Your eyes are still closed, how would you-" He opened his eyes, his lashes revealing his brilliant grey, eyes. "When you look at me like that," he smiled, making my face turn red. I turned the other way but he pulled me

closer towards him, pushing my back against his chest while he rested his chin on my head. "You're suffocating me," I complained, squirming around. "It's cold, I need your warmth." "You have a blanket over you." "But you're so warm," he whispered, sliding his fingers up of my shirt, making me wince. They slowly traced up my abs while his other hand slipped into my pants. I immediately sat up and pulled away, protecting myself from the sex beast with a pillow. "No," I hissed, my heart racing inside my chest. He frowned, obviously discontent. "Why not?" He growled. "Because it's too early in the morning!" I cried. "Besides, my waist and hips still hurt from last night." "But you enjoyed it, didn't you?" He smiled innocently. He tried to reach over towards me but I protected myself with the pillow. "I will hurt you," I warned him, eyes narrowing at the amused look on his face. "I like it when you try to play it tough. It's cute." "I will really hurt you," I repeated, somewhat feeling my confidence shrink. "I don't think you can," he mused. "I will hurt you," I repeated for the third time. He pulled down the blanket, slightly raising his shirt to reveal his V cut, looking at me with a sexy, helpless look as he bit the tip of his thumb. "Then please do," he murmured in a lewd voice. I blinked, my ears turning bright red before digging my face into a pillow and internally screaming. "I hate you," I muttered weakly, fighting back the urge to kiss him. He let out the beautiful laugh, the one that I loved so much. "No, you don't. You love me," he beamed. "You're my boyfriend, aren't you?" "Boy what now?" I retorted, finally looking up. "Boyfriend." "Since when did I become your boyfriend?" I snorted. "You never even asked me out." He took my hand and intertwined his fingers around mine, pulling me towards him before asking in a low, husky voice, "Desmond Mellow, will you do me the honor of being my boyfriend?"

My eyes widened, heat rising to my cheeks and turning bright red. I quickly pulled away, scrambling out of bed and heading to the door while trying to calm my heart that pounded against my chest. It's too early to be feeling like his, way too early. "Where are you going?" I heard him pout. "Breakfast," was all I replied, still trying to calm myself down as I waddled out of the room like a cowboy. But I stopped at the door and turned towards him with gritted teeth. "And yes, Ivan Moonrich, I will be your boyfriend." He smiled but before I let myself go all googly eyes over him, I went to the kitchen. I started to grab some toast, eggs and bacon, but started to tense up when my boyfriend came out of the room. He walked towards me as I put the toaster on the counter. "What do you want now?" I growled. He picked me up and sat me on the counter, kissing me. I felt his hot breath on my neck, the tender brush of lips making me shiver. "Wait, what about breakfast?" I winced, trying to pull away. "You are my breakfast," he grunted. It didn't take very long for him to win me over as we started having a full on make out session. I ran my hand ⚫through his hair as he kissed me, pulling me towards his pine scented body. But he suddenly wrapped his arms around me, his forehead leaning against my chest and hiding the expression on his face. And he stayed like that for a few seconds, which made me wonder if he was okay. He would have normally eaten me up by now, why did he stop? "Iv-" "I wish we could stay like this forever," I heard him mumble stubbornly. I blinked a few times, wondering if I heard right. Whether I did or not, I couldn't help but smile at how childish he sounded. I rested my chin on his head, caressing his hair, the warmth of his body making me forget the cold winter outside. "You dummy," was all I said, wanting nothing but the same. We suddenly heard keys jingling outside and pulled away from each other, watching the door knob turn in confusion. The front door opened and someone stepped in, letting a cold breeze of air enter, popping our little bubble of warmth and bringing us back to reality.

My eyes widened in shock as he pulled a luggage to his side. At first glance, I thought that I was just imagining things but no matter how many times I blinked, he was still there. There was no doubt about it, he was really here. "Arthur?" I said, my raspy voice coming out as nothing more than a whisper. He took off his hat and saw the shock register on my face, a smile pulling at his lips. "I'm back." OceanofPDF.com

Chapter 2: Issa SeCreT   "I can't you believe you flew all the way home without telling us!" I said, as we drove down the main road. "You didn't even tell mom!" "I know, I know," chuckled Arthur, reaching over to tousle my hair, but I quickly put his hand back on the wheel. "Hey, both hands on the wheel, you just got here, you can't die already," I hissed. "You've grown so much, Des. You used to be so short and scrawny but look at you now, almost as tall as me. Say, have you been working out?" he asked, poking my arms and breaking the two hand rule. AGAIN! "Yeah, kind of, Trevor's been pestering me to go to the gym lately andWait, you're getting off topic here!" "Trevor? Ohhh, is that your new friend? Tell me more about this Trevor guy. Speaking of which, how's high school? Not so tough I hope? You're staying out of trouble, right?" "Of course I've been staying out of trouble, who do you think I am? I never get into-"I paused. My mind flashbacked to that one time I was dumb enough to walk into a dark alley at night and almost got myself beat to death by Rick and his gang; and then that other time me and my friends followed Charlie and his client back when he was still "working" and almost got shot to death; and then a few months ago, when Cessa framed me for sexual harrassment, almost getting me a life sentence in prison. I mentally shook my head, "Anyways," I pressed, changing the subject. "You still haven't told me why you came back home." Yeah, and better yet, why did you go to Ivan's house before coming to ours? And why do you have the keys to his house? Arthur shrugged. "I had some time on my hands, so I decided to come visit." But before I could ask again, he swiftly cut me off. "Though, I was kind of surprised to see you at Ivan's house. I didn't know you two became friends."

"You asked him to babysit me, remember?" I hissed, still kind of bitter about it. "Oh, he told you?" He chuckled sheepishly. "I guess you two really are close." "I'm not a kid you know, I can take care of myself," I snapped. "Is that why always got into fights when you were in middle school?" He smiled, knowing that even I couldn't deny how reckless I could be. I pursed my lips. "So why did you go to Ivan's house?" "Well, aren't you just a sour little pickle." He looked at me and winked, "It's a secret." I slumped in my seat, arms crossed over my chest. "I don't like it when you do that." "Do what?" I straightened my back, bending my arms and putting my hands on my hips, mimicking him in a silly, deep voice, "Issa sEcReT." He glanced towards me and suppressed a smile. "Are you copying that spongebob meme?" "I don't know what you're talking about," I snorted in denial. "You were copying that Spongebob meme, weren't you?" "I don't know-" "Yup, you were definitely copying that Spongebob meme." "Oh look, a bird," I said, looking out the window. Arthur laughed and I couldn't help but laugh along. Sure, he was my arch nemesis and the person who made my life miserable just by existing, but he was still my brother. I tilted my head to the side and stared at his face. He looked different; more mature. The last time I saw him was two years ago. He was still just as handsome, with nice dark brown hair and caramel eyes with flecks of gold and a jawline that could probably cut through ice. I just sighed, grabbing a girlfriend?" he asked. Taken by surprise, I started to choke and gag on the water, grabbing onto the side while hitting my chest. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine," I croaked, wiping my lips with the back of my hand as I continuously coughed. "So you did get a girlfriend," he gasped. Should I tell him that my "girlfriend" was Ivan? No, no, now wasn't the right time. Besides, who knew how he'd react?!

But before I could come up with a lie, he glanced towards me with a grin, "You don't need to get all embarrassed in front of your big bro." "I-I-I am not embarrassed!" I stuttered pathetically. "So tell me, what's she like?" he asked, refusing to let the subject slide. I rested my cheek against the palm of my hand as I stared out the window. "She's tall," I grumbled. "She has soft hair that curls at the end, nice grey eyes with tinges of onyx and blue around the rims of her pupils, an angelic face but oh, don't be fooled by her appearance, she really is a devil on the inside," I shivered. "She's really smart, kind of possessive but I like that about her. She acts stone-cold and is self reliant, but I don't think people realise how different she is on the inside. How flawed, stubborn and childish she truly is. She can get upset, sad and throw a tantrum when she's mad, just like everyone else. People just don't see it because they think that she's nothing but a perfectly polished being, and I think it's a shame because every part of her, even her flaws, are beautiful in their own way." I ran a hand through my hair, suddenly finding myself smiling as I thought of the expression on his face the first time I told him that I loved him and murmured in a small voice, "She doesn't smile a lot but she should. Not the sardonic grin, or the twisted lopsided smile, or the one she puts on to be polite, and definitely not the one that tugs at her lips to hide her sadness. Her real smile. She has the most beautiful, pure and innocent one; almost childlike." I suddenly stopped, realising how long I was describing Ivan and cleared my voice, "Uh, so yeah, that's what she's like." Arthur suddenly started to laugh and my face turned even redder, as I stabbed him a glare. "The hell are you laughing for?!" "Oh, sorry," he chuckled, wiping away a tear. "You just seem to be so in love." "I am not!" I hissed. "Who'd fall in love with that jerk anyway." He shook his head, "You and your big ego," he sighed. "I wonder how she does it." "Tsk, what do you mean? I'm wonderful." Arthur laughed, reaching  over and tousling my hair, but this time, I let him. "I missed you a lot, Des." I missed you too.

"Say, where are we going anyway? This isn't the way home," I mumbled gruffly. "Oh right, I have some errands to run," he said. "And I need to buy mom a present so that she doesn't kill me when she learns that I came back." OceanofPDF.com

Chapter 3: A stranger's kiss   We were at the groceries, buying some food since Arthur didn't have any at his hotel. He also wanted buy some flowers for mom since he was basically a dead boy now. While he was looking for some fruits in the bio section, I immediately went to the junk food aisle, picking up some juice boxes for Charlie, Trevor's favorite box of cereal and Scott's dinosaur shaped vitamins on my way there. I started to hum but suddenly stopped, looking at my grocery cart with furrowed brows. Wait, why was I buying them food? What am I, their mom?! I just shrugged to myself. Arthur was paying anyways. I then looked at the shelf full of chips and frowned, wondering what flavor I should get. Yes, my life decisions were debating between onion flavored and barbecue flavored chips, but I took my junk food seriously, thank you very much. I closed my eyes, deciding to take the first one my hand touched. I reached out and opened them, the onion flavored one in the palm of my hand. Shoot, I wanted the barbecue flavor. I looked up and my eyes widened as I reached for the paprika flavored one. This one looks good as well, should I get it? I guess I had no other choice but to... "Eenie, meenie, minie moe, catch a tiger by the toe, if you holler let it go, eenie meenie minie moe," I whispered, shifting my gaze from left the right at each word. "Moe" landed on the barbecue flavored one and I frowned, actually wanting the parika flavored one. So I sucked in a deep breath, "My mother said to pick the very best, not because you're dirty, not because you're nice, not because you kissed the boy behind the magazine. Y-E-S spells, yes!" Yes, I got the paprika flavored one! "Mom, that man is doing some kind of evil voodoo spell," whispered a boy who's been staring at me the entire time. I turned towards him and bent my knees to his height. "It's called making life decisions, kid, you'll learn about it once you grow up," I smiled proudly. His mom looked very disturbed by my presence, quickly grabbing her son's hand and scurrying away. I shook my head with a smile, "What nice people."

I put my bag of chips into my cart and started to stroll down the aisle, putting one foot on the metal bar while pushing my other foot to push forward, sticking my butt out to not lose balance. But I stopped as I noticed a couple fighting. "What do you mean you're breaking up with me?" gasped the girl. "What part of that don't you get?" asked the guy who looked around my age. He was maybe as tall as me, with golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes. "You can't just break up with me like that!" Well, he kind of just did. "Look, I'm sorry. I just can't do this anymore." Things were about to go down. I repeat, things Were About To Go Down. "Is there someone else?" she asked weakly. "Yes, yes there is," he said. Oh thotty mc' thot you did not just say that! Wait, no Desmond, no! Do not eavesdrop, just keep walking. As I mentally started to argue with my two consciousness', I heard her shout. "Who?! Is it Rebecca?" "He's over there!" he said. Ohhh, this was definitely going to be some juicy stuff. I couldn't help but give in to my curiosity, turning my head towards them. But I furrowed my brow as I saw the boy pointing my way. I blinked a few times, looking around me, but there was no one else in my perimeter. There was no mistake about it. He was pointing at me.Standing there in utter confusion, the boy suddenly marched towards me and grabbed my hand, "He's with me." "Who's with who now?" I gawked. "Bitch, get your mofoking, dirty hands off-" "Are you kidding me?! You're gay?!" she shouted. I flinched as she stabbed be with a deadly glare. Scared that the girl might murder me, I tried to pull my hand back but the guy glanced towards me and gave me a desperate look, an expression on his face that was begging for help and I mentally sighed. I might as well play along. Anything to help out a bro, right? "Yeah, we're together," I grumbled half-heartedly. JOSHUA!" she shrieked. "Uh, excuse you, my name is Desmond." "Shaddap!" she shrieked.

"Joshua, how could you?!" "I fell in love!" Cried Joshua. Yeesh, and people thought I was a drama queen. But the girl folded her arms across her chest. "I don't believe you," she said. Don't worry girl, you aren't the only one. Wondering what this Joshua guy was going to say, I looked towards him with a smug grin. But he suddenly grabbed my cheeks and pulled my face towards his, slamming my lips against his, my eyes widening at the sudden gesture. I tried to pull away, but he had my face squished between his hands like a sandwich and my lips puckered up like a puffer fish, refusing to let go. The girl let out an annoyed shriek. "WE'RE SO OVER!" She yelled, storming away. Joshua finally let go of me go and I took a few steps back, immediately wiping my lips with the back of my hand as I tried to catch my breath. "She's gone," I heard him sigh in relief. He looked towards me, "Oh, sorry about that, are you okay?" "You... Kissed me," I stuttered in shock. It wasn't really kissing, it was more like he slammed my lips against his. That couldn't be considered kissing, right?! "Sorry man, I hope you don't mind." "OF COURSE I MIND!" I shouted. "What is wrong with you, you nincompoop?!" He paused. "Did you just call me a nincompoop?" he asked blankly. "That's not the point here, sir!" I fumed. "Here, I'll make it up to you," he said, taking a step towards me. But I stepped back, wrapping my arms around me. "Keep your unholy thottiness away from me!" I hissed. "I, the all mighty Desmond, forbid you from-" "Do you have a phone?" he asked, cutting me off. I stopped with furrowed brows. "Yes?" I said, slowly taking it out. He snatched it out of my hand without warning and started to type something in, handing it back to me. I looked at the screen. "Look, if you ever need help, just give me a call." I opened my mouth to say something but he just walked away, as if everything was cool. I stood there, dumbfounded by what just happened.

All this trouble for a bag of chips. OceanofPDF.com

Chapter 4: R.I.P Desmond   Should I tell Ivan about what happened at the grocery store the other day? No, if he knew, Joshua wouldn't live to see another day. I can't allow someone to get murdered because of me! I shuddered just at the thought of it. If he knows, will he get mad and break up with me? Will he hate me? Will he never talk to me again?! And what if he starts dating Arthur instead? What if Arthur accepts and they both get married? What if they both adopt two kids and live happily ever after in fucking South Africa?! "Desmond, bro, do you even lift?" asked Trevor, staring at me with furrowed brows and snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked down and realised that I've been holding two weights in my hands without moving my arms and quickly put them down. "Are you okay?" "I... I don't know," I murmured absently. ."Alright, tell big bro Trev everything," he sighed, sitting me down on one of the benches. "What's wrong?" "I think I messed up." "Did you kill someone?" I raised my head and looked at him with squinted eyes, trying to understand where that sudden assumption came from, "No?" He smiled, patting me on the shoulder, "Alrighty then, you're all good." "Trevor," I frowned, telling him everything that had happened. "And I don't want to tell Ivan because I don't know if Joshua has life insurance. Plus, I'm scared that he'll ditch me for Arthur. I think I'm," I ran a hand through my hair. "What's that word? The one that sounds like jelly beans or whatnot." "Jealous?" he snorted. I glared at him with a raised brow. "Pah, as if I, Desmond Mellow, Desmond the greatest man on earth, the oh, so mighty-" I paused. "Shit man, I think I'm jealous."

Trevor chuckled, wiping his sweaty face with the towel hung around his strong shoulders. "Happens to everyone," he shrugged. "Even the oh, so mighty Desmond can't avoid the treacherous feeling of jealousy, it's inevitable. But if you're so worried about your older brother snatching him, why don't you just claim Ivan as yours and finally ask him out?" "He already did," I mumbled, remembering how Ivan asked me to be his boyfriend right before Arthur came. Trevor's mouth dropped wide open. "Did... Did my ship just sail?" he gasped. "Is my ship really sailing?!" "No, it's the fucking Titanic and sank to the bottom of the ocean," I snapped. He grabbed both my arms with quivering lips. "Dude, I'm going to cry." "Please don't." Trevor hugged me, pulling me against his sweaty body as he squeezed the life out of me. "Dude. Can't. Breath," I choked. He finally pulled away. "THE SHIP HAS SAILED!" he wheezed. "What should I name it? Ivesmond? No, that's too complicated. Ivand? No, no, that sounds too much like Ivanka." Then he gasped. "Divan! Divan is the perfect name for you two! Hold my weave, I gotta text Scott and Charlie about this." "No, Trev, please-" I got a notification on my phone and checked it. Trevor sent a message on our group chat. Trevor: GUYS, DIVAN HAS SAILED. I REPEAT, DIVAN HAS SAILED! How did this boy text so fast?! "Dude, they're not going to know what Divan even mea-" But then I got another message. Charlie: DESY CONGRATULATIONS ON GETTING WITH IVAN I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU! "I guess they do," I muttered darkly. Scott: Congratulations Desmond. We should celebrate! I looked towards Trevor who just smiled at me widely. "No, no celebrating!" I hissed, snatching his phone away from him. "I need to figure things out first." He rolled his eyes. "Des, you really are overthinking everything. Besides, with your terrible lying skills, one of them is going to eventually find out."

"Are you bashing me right now?" | gasped. "Dude, I'm your friend," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder with a serious look on his face. "Of course I'm bashing you." I rolled my eyes, pushing his hand off of me. "The only person I would be worried about is that Joshua kid. Boy, is he dead once Ivan finds out," he shuddered. "Now come on, we should go now. I think we have a test tomorrow." "Ye- Wait, we what?!" I was walking back home after working out at the gym with Trevor. Well, more like gossiping and questioning our life decisions together. But my phone suddenly started to ring. I was getting a call from "Ivan