Chapter 31: The Prince and The Bad Boy

"Got room for another one." Fred stand next to our table, with a big smirk on his face.

Huh? Why is he here? I don't remember seeing him go here or anything...

"Oh, nice of you to join us, Mr. Fred." Charles greets Fred.

Fred lets out a laugh and then sits down to an extra chair in the table.

"Although I am quite curious? How'd you find us here? I don't remember seeing you anywhere?" Charles asks Fred.

Fred sighs but returns to his smirk. "Let's just say I have a good eye in finding someone beautiful." He winks at me making me blush.

What.. why is he being flirty with me all of a sudden...

"Oh, Either way, nice of you to join us I suppose. Anyways do you wish to eat as well? I can call the waiter. If you would like something." Charles signals the waiter to come.

"I'll just have what Lisa is having," Fred responds to Charles. Charles nods and whispered to the waiter the food.

Not gonna lie... I don't even know what I'll be having... Charles simply ordered for me.

"Now that I think about it. Thank you, Charles. Usually, I'm the one who pays for dinners like this and girls can be very expensive and high maintenance." Fred chuckles, crossing his legs and leaning back to the chair in a relaxed manner.

"Oh, from what I heard from Mr. Matthew. You seem to go on dates a lot with different women is that correct?" Charles ask grabbing a glass of water to clear his throat.

"You're certainly correct Mr. Charles," Fred says making fun of Charles's over formality.

Fred turns to me staring into my eyes. "I heard from my pal Matthew, you'll be moving to a different university for a month. Wouldn't it be hard for you to make up your classes?"

I sigh. "I guess so... but I'm sure it's the same subjects since the first year is always general knowledge before specialization. I'm not sure but it's not gonna be an easy A that's for sure."

"It's gonna be a hard D that's for sure." Fred gives me a little naughty smirk.

WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH THIS CHILD... NAUGHTY NAUGHTY.

"Uh ya..." I awkwardly laugh hiding the fact I'm screaming inside.

"Babe, if you want it you know you could always ask." He winks at me making me blush as red as a tomato...

"NO. I.. uh-" I stutter in speaking as he laughed.

DAMMIT, WHY IS HE TEASING ME ALL OF A SUDDEN... WHY MUST I FEEL THIS WAY DAMMIT... I mean I'm not saying I didn't enjoy it. WAIT for NO. LISA UGH. YOU ARE LOSING YOURSELF.

"Ehem." Charles clears his throat. Looking sternly at me that is completely hot and bothered.

"It seems like Lisa is feeling a little uncomfortable with what you're saying to her. I'd suggest stopping." Charles says timidly.

SAVE BY THE CHARLES. THANK YOU CHARLES.

"Alright then... I'll back off, for now, my little kitty." He winks and moves away from me.

"Why are you all horny all of a sudden. Don't you get laid?" I ask him curiously.

I mean like he is gonna snag a lot of girls with just his looks alone. I'm pretty sure so much girls would want to sleep with him so why is he being flirty with me?

He sighs disappointed. "I do get laid but I just don't get the satisfaction you know?"

"What do you mean not get satisfaction?" Charles asks curiously as well.

"I come to all these mixer parties to drink with these girls usually we go to my place but sometimes that's honestly boring. I'm looking for girls you know? That focuses on academic and independent." He looks at me smirking.

STOP LOOKING AT ME WITH THAT SEXY LOOK ALSO I'M NOT INDEPENDENT I'M A LITERALLY MESS.

"You mean you are looking for girls with class? Someone that is of high caliber." Charles says sternly.

"Exactly. I'm looking for girls that you know? Isn't so stuck up and spoiled and so high maintenance? I want a girl that can take care of me and not just cling into me and ask me for help. I mean I'm into pretty girls and I see a lot of those sorority girls with those pretty faces and goddamn curves but you know? I'm into smart girls." Fred sighs.

"Tell me about it. Those dumb bimbos in some schools that start rumors about you and so high maintenance it's annoying like they think they're the queen of the world and everyone has to follow them." I speak angrily. I kind of relate to what Fred is feeling.

"Which reminds me. I'm pretty sure you know about the rumor right?" Fred's voice starts to grow lower as the ambient of the air gets thick.

"What rumor exactly are you talking about Mr. Fred?" Charles breaks the rough atmosphere.

"You see-" I stop Fred from talking. "Can I say it myself?" Fred nodded and I continued talking.

"There's a rumor going around saying that I am a whore and a slut basically they think that I sleep with a lot of guys and I stole other people's boyfriends or whatever." I sigh explaining.

"That's preposterous why would they make such an indecent rumor about you? You're such a respectable young lady, Ms. Lisa." Charles looks at me surprised at what I said.

"Not gonna lie I'm pretty active when it comes to socialization from other universities but I don't know who started the rumor at all. All I hear is second-hand whispers." Fred explains further.

"Wait. Guys." I raise my hand. "Can we just not talk about these rumors like right now? Can we just enjoy a good meal?"

Fred smiled respecting my demand. "That's right. Sorry to ruin this for you."

The waiter arrives and opens the dish in front of us. It was snail shells with a green liquid inside of them. It didn't look appetizing the least bit and the food was less I don't think it will even make me full by eating it but I guess this is a portion of food for fancy people?

I look at Charles who seems to be eating steak with wine. I stare at him and then he smiled.

"Why don't you give it a try? I wanted you to experience something different so I ordered an exotic dish." He chuckled.

I stare at my food and stared at Fred who seems to be disgusted as well with the food.

WELL, THAT GOES TO SHOW YOU SHOULD NOT ORDER WHAT WAS ORDERED FOR ME.

"You actually ordered this?" Fred looks at me concerned.

DON'T MAKE IT LOOK LIKE I CHOSE THIS LIKE I WAS THE WEIRD ONE.

"Why don't you give it a try? I actually don't like the taste." Charles smiled.

"SERIOUSLY YOU'RE MAKING US EAT THESE SNAILS AND THEN YOU TELL ME THAT YOU DON'T LIKE THEM? T HAT'S CALLED BULLYING THE POOR PEOPLE." We both shout at Charles which made him laugh.

"Come on let's try it, Lisa. I'll spoon-feed you. Open wide." Fred winks.

"NO. I CAN EAT BY MYSELF THANK YOU." I respond grabbing the plate for myself.

"I can also spoon-feed you.. if you want.." Charles looks at me blushing.

WHAT IS WITH THE BOTH OF YOU LOOKING ALL CUTE ALL OF A SUDDEN?

Fred eats the snails, makes a bit of a disgusted face and then makes a surprised face. "Not gonna lie it doesn't taste bad. It tastes a lot like garlic and butter."

"That's because escargot is served with garlic and butter actually. I'm not fond of garlic that much that's why I don't like the taste." Charles chuckled.

"Come on try it." Fred spoon feeds me the dish. I laugh a little but It doesn't actually taste bad. I would probably eat this if I didn't have other food to eat but if I do then I won't.

"I'm glad you enjoyed eating that." Charles snickered.

We continued laughing and eating but we did make a little mess in our food since FRED IS SUCH A MESSY EATER. Some of the escargot got into the clothes which made all of us laugh. Charles seemed to really be a fun person he may act really formal but he knows how to have fun. We all had fun but the other customers stared at us like we were the odd one out there.

"Since you're going away for a while Lisa. Why don't we sleep together?" Fred smirks.

"HUH WHAT?" I look at him blushing and wide-eyed.

"Oh, you mean a slumber party? As a temporary farewell party for our good friend Ms. Lisa?" Charles suggest with gleaming eyes.

"That's right! A slumber party. Huh? Why are you so red Lisa? Where you think of something else?" Fred naughtily smirked at me.

YOU KNOW YOU'RE MAKING THINK OF THAT...

I sigh. "That's a good idea. Let's do it! At least I want my final moments with you guys to be amazing!

"Then let's get to sleeping together then." Fred sneaks into my little speech.

OH, YOU. STOP MAKING ME THINK OF PERVERTED THOUGHTS!