30 Days with Prince Obnoxious, What Could Go Wrong? [Part 5]

When I was a kid, my father used to tell me that I am to empathetic for my own good. Around the age of 9, I would always bring back stray cats to my house, only to see them kicked out because my father is allergic to them. Afterward, I would cry for days.

I even once considered turning into a vegetarian because I pitied the animals - but I realize that I love to eat chicken and steak too much to give it up.

My mother said to her friends that if I were ever to step on an ant, it wouldn't die anyway.

Heck, my stuffed bunny that I had kept since I was a baby was under my pillow upstairs since I couldn't leave it behind. Mom always joked about how one day she would throw that bunny away.

Why am I telling this to you?

Because I'm in that annoying Melissa-being-empathetic situation again.

After seeing him at such a state, all of my anger and rage earlier had vanished.

How did His Royal Highness Prince Alexander Nicholas Nathaniel Wellington forgot where his bedroom is situated at is beyond me. In a way, it's almost funny.

"Do you want me to call for help?" I whispered, leaning against the railings, sitting in a lotus position on the stairs. The prince shook his head weakly.

"Go away."

God, this guy was so rude. I'm only trying to help him for crying out loud!

Exhaustion. That must be it, I thought. I once had been in his condition. It's when I was still in high school where there's an exam coming up and I have to study like mad for the night before the exams.

The next morning, my essay turned out to be scribbles that no one could understand, and as I handed out my paper, I collapsed. Good thing to know that no one had laugh or anything.

But I did woke up in the hospital afterward, with balloons, flowers and a 4 foot tall (literally) 'get well soon!' cards from my friends.

He shifted his position, but his head was still resting on my lap.

"Why do you hate me so much?" I blurted out without thinking.

After a long, awkward silence, he made an attempt to shrug his shoulder (an attempt that ended up in vain). "I've no idea. Y- you...for some unknown reason...just makes me so damn angry," he replied shortly after.

Well, that's good to know (note the sarcasm).

But I did not say anything back. Just making him talk makes him more weak.

I wonder if he would die if I make him talk too much. I smirked at the thought.

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[Day 3]

"Melissa," a familiar voice whispered gently at morning.

"Is he okay?" another voice whispered.

"Melissaaaaa!" Kate said louder, poking my sides. I grunted.

"Go away!" I exclaimed sleepily. I didn't remember what happened last night much, but I feel like shit. I feel worst than shit. I feel like shit that had been shat at multiple of times.

Kate poke me harder.

"What the hell is she doing with the prince in her lap?" that other voice asked Kate.

Oh right. THAT happened last night.

My eyes shot open, and there he was, Alexander.