you are in English class sat on an empty desk at the back of the class, James and the teacher are arguing about some stupid thing, he was the queens grandson and Earl of Wessex so he got his way

You try to ignore it so you just do your work, the teacher tells me to sit by you or get out of the class

I roll my eyes and walks over to you with my belongings. I slump down in my chair and cross my arms, not doing anything. I hold much animosity towards you for some reason, not sure why though.

I am 16 years old, Son of Prince Edward and Duchess Sophie. My sister is Lady Louise. I am a Royal heartthrob, but the public don’t know much about me, I like to stay private. I look over at you, staring at you to piss you off

“Oi. What’s your name?”