Not That Evil

Chapter Ten

  After what felt like eight eternities, the final bell rang, and school was over for the day. I quickly tossed my retched books into my black bag, and after a brief check to make sure I got everything, I walked over and pushed open the large oak doors. But rather than just being able to walk out and go sit in my dorm room, I crashed, head first, into something and fell to the ground. My head had already been on pins and needles, no thanks to falling down the stairs last night, and now it felt like someone was running a metal spike through my head. I fell to the floor and just laid there, cool tile against my heated skin.

"Hera? Hera, are you alright?"

I opened my eyelids to see the very last person I wanted to see right now.

"Oh," I groaned. "I'm alright, Prince Jon."

He sighed and extended a hand out to me. I smirked, but didn't accept it.

"No, that's alright. I'd much rather stay on the floor."

"Hera... people walk on this floor with their dirty feet every day..."

"Yeah, and I had to sleep in a room surrounded by my mother's bloody heads. What's your point?" I sighed. "Besides, I rather like it on the floor here. In fact, I might just live on this floor."

Prince Jon chuckled, leaned down and grabbed my waist, and helped me up. Immediately, pain slapped down on my head, and my legs gave out. I expected to feel the tile against my back, but instead I felt a pair of arms catch me. I looked up to see Prince Jon looking at me, concern lacing his frosty blue eyes.

"Hera, are you alright?"

"Hmm...? O-oh. Yuh-yeah. I'm fine, I think."

"You think?" His eyes burned into my soul.

I sighed and caved.

"Oh, alright. I don't think I'm fine. I've had the most dreadful headache since last night, and hitting my head on the floor just made it worse."

"Well maybe if you weren't so clumsy..." he teased.

"Oi!"

"Okay, okay. Let's get you up to your room. You need to relax and try not to use your brain, alright?"

I tried to nod, but it hurt too much. Prince Jon seemed to understand.

"Alright. Now if you'll let me, I'm going to carry you up to your room. Do you trust me to do that."

I rolled my eyes, despite the pain, and tried to push away from his arms.

"Jon, I can walk plenty fine on my own. Now, if you'll excuse me, it was nice of you to offer the help, but-"

I took a small step, but the pain was too bad, and I almost collapsed to the ground, only to be saved by Prince Jon. He looked down at me, amused.

"I appreciate your independence, and your use of only my first name, but you should really just let me carry you up."

I finally caved and he carried me into my room. After he placed me onto my bed, he walked to the door.

"I'll inform your teachers of your condition. That should, hopefully, give you an extension on homework, and maybe even excuse you from classes tomorrow."

I smiled.

"Thanks. That actually makes me feel a little better."

Prince Jon smiled, then shut the door behind him.