Fifty

Raven

King Vladislav's chauffeur drove us back to school. Vlad tried as much as he could to erase any tension that was present from our interrupted sexual rendezvous and assured me that he'd be patient until I was ready.

But I feared he'd stop liking me for not being able to satisfy his sexual needs. I couldn't get the guilt out of my head and decided to make it up to him one way or the other.

Vlad was a great guy. He was cute, kind, and extremely polite – and I loved every damn thing about him. Also, nobody made me feel butterflies in my belly like this boy did.

The coming week flew past with lots of midterm tests and assignments and I barely had time to breathe.

Everyone was looking forward to Thursday, our midterm break, a compulsory four-day holiday to rest after the series of tests bundled on us.

Dad picked up Nova and I. Ever since the fight, Nova had been avoiding me and I noticed she'd also distanced herself from Vlad.

I was relieved she was out of my business but a