Not That Evil

Chapter Thirteen

I sat at a table, waiting to get my delayed "date" with Jon over. If he tried anything, I'd slap his face and leave. Simple as that. I stared down at my nails, forever stained black, when I heard footsteps. I looked up to see the familiar figure of Prince Jon. He smiled down at me and sat.

"Hey, Hera."

"Hello, Prince Jon."

"Well, it's an improvement..." he sighed. "Anyways, I was wondering if I could ask you about yourself. Get to know you a little bit?"

"I guess," I sighed, blowing some hair out of my face. He pulled out a piece of paper and I raised an eyebrow.

"It... may or may not also be a school assignment..." he blushed. I stared at him with my dead eyes and he moved on. "Anyways... What's your full name?"

"Hera Andrea." I keep my face monotone, showing no interest as he writes down my answer.

"Alright... which villain was your mother or father?"

"The Queen of Hearts." He writes that down and looks back up at me, smiling.

"Alright... what was your life like on the Isle?"

I put on a fake smile as I answer, trying not to show pain in my face.

"Well, I lived with Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos. We were all really close friends. We would make mischief pretty much every day, running around and doing whatever we wanted."

"And what would you do at home?"

I swallowed hard.

"At home... we would hang out together. We were together pretty much every second of the day. I mean, after all, we didn't have anyone else. It was just five of us, spreading our reign of terror all over the island." I chuckled as I thought of our antics. Jon wrote down the answer and then looked up.

"What were relationships like on the island?"

I proceeded with caution, possibly seeing where this was going.

"We didn't really have relationships... I guess none of us really saw it as necessary."

He didn't write that down.

"So you've never had a boyfriend... and you don't have one now."

My suspicions were confirmed. I stood up angrily and pushed the chair away. Without saying a word, I walked away.

"Wait, Hera!"

I just kept walking, not listening to Jon's pleading cries. I started running and running, not stopping for anyone or anything. I ran, faster and faster, trying to get as far away from Jon as possible. I ran and ran, then slowed as I got closer to my dorm, until finally, I threw open the door and collapsed onto my bed. I just sat there, staring at the ceiling, hoping the memories would go away.

Of course this was what he was going to try this! He's been looking at me ever since we met! It was only a matter of time! But I'd rather kiss Carlos than go out with Prince Jon.

And that should say something.

I sat there, watching the fan turn around, then got up and walked over to Evie and Mal's room.