Royal Pain (Rewritten)

Chapter 8

Deva woke up after hearing a knock on the door. Amy came rushing in looking a bit frantic and obscured.

"Oh there you are lady Deva. The princes will like to meet with you ladies in a few minutes. So, it would be wise if you get up now."

Deva rubbed her eyes as she stared at the clock. It was already noon. "How did that happen?"

Then, she remembered her long night with Lucian. He was opening up to her and revealing parts of himself she knew was difficult for him. He was showing her he trusted her. She was growing dependent on his honesty.

"Alright Amy. Thank you."

Deva rushed to get dressed and noticed her roommate Lacey was nowhere in the room. Making her way down the empty hall alone, she could hear voices coming from the study room.

"Yes, well Marcus took me to a really classy restaurant. It was so amazing. The night couldn't have been better, I swear," a tall brunette gushed to the Taylor Swift look alike.

"My night was incredible too. Darius took me out to the movies, and the cute part about it was he emptied out the theater so it was just him and me."

Deva couldn't stop her sarcastic reflexes. "Maybe he didn't want to be seen in public with you."

The blonde, Stacy, pressed her lips together and glared at Deva with much disdain. "Or maybe he wanted me all to himself."

Deva wasn't too sure what kind of a person Darius was yet; so she wasn't completely sure what his intentions were. Maybe he did like the tall blondes and way over the top kind of girls.

"Yeah, maybe you're right."

Deva turned to get away, but stopped when she heard the blonde whisper to the other girl, "She actually thinks playing hard to get is working for her."

Giggles came from both of them.

"I'm not actually playing anything, Taylor. I don't want them. You can have them." Deva declared to Stacy.

Her remark didn't assure the blonde at all. "Yeah right, I know you want them. Do I really look that stupid to you?"

"Do you really want me to answer that truthfully?" Deva bit down her tongue.

The blonde smirked and tossed her hair away from her face just like the popular girls back in high school used to do. "The only reason the princes are spending time with you is because they have to. I mean why else would they be around someone or rather something as depressing as you. You have nothing to offer them." The brunette was nodding in the background. "Do you even own a brush? Your hair is horrid, your skin is flakey, and your personality sucks."

Deva had avoided girls like them for most of her life and for good reason. They thought that perfect hair, a dab of lipstick, and heels would get them everything they wanted even immortal princes.

"There's a reason I don't have that many friends," Deva mumbled to herself and made way for the exit. She didn't want to get into any fights or cause a scene. She wasn't trying to seek attention.

"That's right little troll. Just keep walking." The two girls snickered.

Was there something in the air causing this kind of possessive attraction towards the princes? Why were they acting so childlike? They were all twenty-two for crying out loud. Deva knew she wasn't helping the situation by firing back but really?

"Do you get laughed at a lot and never know why?"

They both turned to give Deva death glares. "No I don't act stupid and desperate like you to be laughed at."