The Prince has a Secret Girlfriend

Henry offered to walk me back to my class and explain to my professor why I wasn't wearing the proper uniform and why I was late. I didn't want to take the offer but I couldn't stand the thought of not being unable to explain why I was wearing the most popular guy in Graceland's shirt, so I conceded. On the walk back to my class hall, there were no students to gawk at me or whisper, everyone was busy with their different afternoon classes when I remembered to ask Henry something.

"Uhm, don't you have P.E. class today?" I just remembered to ask with the intention of inquiring if he needed his P.E. Shirt back.

"Yes we do, it will be around 3 in the afternoon, our last period. We will be playing some sports today." He nonchalantly replied not catching the reason I asked him why.

"Oh okay. . ." I made a mental note to go and return his shirt before the time they have their P.E. Class if I have time today.

We reached my class room and as promised Henry helped me explain to my professor although I must say at first my classmates were giving me dagger looks for walking with the Prince to our room and then when they heard that it was his shirt I was wearing some were even glaring but eventually they softened up when they had learned that it was out of the Prince's kindness that he lent me his shirt and that I was a like a little duckling lost. Me wearing the Prince's P.E. Shirt was nothing more than his generosity or so they thought. Naturally I couldn't tell them that he gave me his shirt because he was jealous a while ago and wanted to parade me everywhere with his name on my back. If they knew this, it would be very troublesome, there is nothing like a jealous woman's fury. It scare to even think of what these women are capable of doing to me when they find out and so they must never find out until things have sorted themselves out.

Henry left and I took my seat and the professor continued the lesson, some were still glaring at me but then they eventually stopped, I guess being bad is exhausting as well or maybe they had better things to do like looking at their painted nails or checking of their lipstick is still in place. Some came to ask me what Henry's shirt smelled like and I said it smelled like laundry soap. I guess they were expecting him to smell magnificent because they put him in line with this fictitious thought of being the closest thing to a real prince. I mentally laugh whenever I think of what would their reaction be if they knew they were talking to someone from real royalty. Although afterwards I would scold myself for thinking that I'd be special just because my father was the former King. Here I am a real royal princess without a title and without a claim to my own kingdom. Sad but true, Henry has more claim to being a royal than I am.

We finished classes earlier than expected because our professor for the next period called in sick today and my plan to return his shirt for their P.E. class would be possible. I checked on my blouse first and it seemed that it was already dry so I went to the girl's bathroom down the hall form our class hall and changed clothes. Normally after reading so many romance stories of this day and age this would be the time when girls interested of the male lead character would be bullying the poor female lead that suddenly caught the attention of the male lead. But life isn't always like the stories we read. Nothing of the sort happened and I was able to change clothes peacefully and no one was their to torment me in the bathroom. Everything was fine by fine I mean normal. I assumed that those jealous girls would be in the bathroom to ambush me but most of the girls were already in the gym screaming and shouting to cheer on Henry and his team who were playing basketball with the other boys from their class. His shirt on me was least of their priorities when they had the real thing to watch playing basketball.

I felt sorry for Henry who had to play with his uniform instead of his P.E. shirt, he seemed to be having trouble playing because of it. Now how could I get his shirt to him if there are so many people watching him? I was scouting the area for some sort of plan. What do I do? What do I do? I kept on asking myself. Eureka! That's the answer, when half time comes he will be sitting on the bench and then I will have my chance to return his shirt but I wonder if he will take it even if I already used it. He might be the type of guy who is conscious about that kind of stuff. Still, I don't want to owe him anything more than what I owe him now and besides I don't smell bad. I didn't even sweat at all during class. Well we were just sitting and there was a cool breeze near the window that's why I stayed fresh the whole time. Well as for my standard of fresh I mean.

Henry makes a drive but couldn't escape his guard, they were quick to follow him. I can really tell that he is struggling with his uniform. "FWEEEEEEEET!!!!!" Oh no!, Henry got fouled hard, wait he seems to be gesturing to be subbed out for a while. This is my chance to get to the bench and give him his P.E. shirt. I try to inch my way towards the bench or at least the back of the bench and boy it wasn't easy. These are the times when I think I am lucky because I was small and petite. There are so many girls with too much free time on their hands that are just here watching. Slowly and painfully I inch my body closer and closer to the bench until I was able to reach the back of the bench where Henry sat as he was subbed out. He was breathing heavy and sweating a lot. He undid his tie and the top most button of his uniform. He wiped his sweat and drank a lot of water. He really looked like he was exhausted, the constriction of his uniform did a number on him. Don't get me wrong, us, ballerinas and danseurs wear skin tight clothes but our clothes are molded to our body shape and there have been innovations to make them breathable and not too constricting. The last thing any public would want to see is a ballerina or a danseur fainting because they could not breath properly in their clothes. Plus there are times when a male lead has to be top less for certain scenes. My point is that Henry is not used to physically straining activities without the proper apparel.

I inch in closer and find myself facing the back of his head. I didn't want him to turn and look at me so I called out his name in a whispered tone.

"Henry…" The entire gymnasium was so loud so he probably didn't hear me so I try again, This time a little closer to him and a little louder too.

"Henry. . ." Still no response. I guess third times the charm.

"Henry. . ." Viola! He turned his head towards me with a shocked look on his face and then a smile slowly creeped in. I didn't want to make a scene so I extended my hand and shoved towards him his shirt then I quickly turned my back and blended in the crowd. I did things so fast that no one probably saw me because even Henry was left dumfounded there standing with his shirt on his hand. He quickly snapped-out of it and scanned the crowd and saw me well hidden in the corner near the door. He smiled at me with that genuinely infatuating smile and winked then the next thing he did was unimaginable, he unbuttoned his uniform and like a suave debonaire he took it of exposing his slim yet toned upper body which made every girl in there scream so loud it felt like a bomb went off. The nerve of this guy, showing his topless upper body to everyone here, well he is a boy and a danseur so I guess no point in being shy about these things. He then put on the P.E. shirt I gave him and he took the collar on his hand and sniffed the shirt. Oh my!! Did the shirt smelled funky to him? I was so embarrassed at the thought that I gave him a shirt that smelled like sweat so I turned away from his gaze and simply ignored him but I stayed to watch the game, I like sports even if it doesn't like me.

Like magic, Henry unleashed his true self and dominated the second half of the basketball game. If I didn't know that he was a danseur I would've definitely thought that he was part of the varsity team of Graceland Academy. I was mesmerized by the way he moved on the court, you can still see traces of his elegance as a ballet dancer but then there is this whole other side to him that exudes sex appeal like crazy. I had the unexpected opportunity to witness this side of his, so determined and unstoppable when he had me pinned to the wall in my bedroom this morning. But this is a first for those watching him now since all they could whisper about is how he's so sexy dangerously hot and not just a tame and eloquent Prince.

At the last quarter the other team was leading by two points and no one would look down on Henry's team being that in the first half they were almost annihialated with such a huge point difference but Henry surprised everyone when he drove the offense like crazy and although they might fall short of a glorious come from behind win, no one can blame them for failing when they came so far. However it was not enough for Henry, at the last 3 minutes of the game he stole the ball from the opponent's hand and ran past all the other guards of the other team and all the way down to their court, he dribbled the ball in between his legs and took a step back to the three point line and shot the ball. It all happened so fast that when the ball went in only the referee was in sync with the timing and whistled in to signal the end of the game with Henry's team winning. After a few seconds a thundering scream echoed in the entire gymnasium, everyone watching went wild and were in awe of this new Henry full of angst and determination. I watched in amazement in my little corner as everyone beside me went wild along with the hype. The audience was ready to flock Henry who was heaving with deep breaths when he raised his head and pointed at my direction and then winked which made me blush but before anyone see who he was pointing at I ran as fast as I could out of the gymnasium. He is seriously out of his mind, I thought we agreed to keep things low key and what he's been doing is just the opposite of low key.