The Crown Prince's Love
Chapter 63

Randy

When he returned to bed, I shifted to the other side without bothering to face him.

There was no apology from him, instead, he began blaring music and singing along.

The noise became unbearable, prompting me to cover my ears with a pillow, though his voice still managed to infiltrate my thoughts, persisting despite my efforts to block it out. "What are we...?" His scream pierced the air as he pounded the bed.

This was not the outcome I had hoped for when I saved his life.

I never anticipated that he would transform to the extent of raising a hand against me. This wasn't the Desmond I had envisioned.

I wished I could turn back time, spend a fleeting moment with Desmond, and release the worry that had consumed me about his fate.

"It was too late for regret. I had already made up my mind, and now, I have to suffer for it, but the question was when it would end. While pondering that, I drifted into sleep. The next awakening greeted me with an empty, cold bed.

I had expected him to be in my arms, telling me he missed us, but who was I kidding?

"Desmond," I muttered, yawning, scanning the room for any sign of him, but there was none.

The blaring morning alarm announced it was morning already.

I shut it off, rose from the bed, and headed to the bathroom.

I tried to open the door, but to my surprise, it was locked.

"Desmond!" I shouted, hoping for a reply, but there was silence.

It felt as if he wasn't in the room with me.

My assumptions proved correct when I saw a letter lying on the ground beside the door.

Trembling, I picked it up and started reading.

"Oops, someone woke up late, and now they won't be able to take their bath. Have fun missing class, Prince Douchebag," the note read.

I clenched the paper tightly, heaved a deep sigh, and angrily threw it towards the room's entrance. "Damn you, evil Desmond!" I yelled, rubbing my hands on my face. When I removed my hands, they were stained with black liquid.

"What the hell?" I rushed towards the mirror and nearly yelled when I saw my face covered with writing. 'Douchebag prince, ugly prince, 'fuck you, prince, and more insults adorned my face. Desmond had even drawn a middle finger in the center of my face.

"Desmond!" I yelled, punching the mirror, shattering it, and causing my hand to bleed. But I didn't stop.

Desmond was pushing my every nerve and stoking my anger.

I hated how he was making me feel.

"Did I do something wrong?" I yelled to no one in particular but my reflection.

After staring at myself for a moment, I walked to my closet and selected my outfit for the day.

I made sure to grab a cap and a black mask to cover my face.

Thankfully, the room wasn't locked, so I could leave and not miss the first class as he had wanted.

I barged into Noah's room, unannounced, since I had memorized his pin.

He was sleeping, and his roommates were absent, a stroke of luck that allowed me to have my bath and wash off Desmond's insults from my face.

However, the writings didn't wash off, it seemed Desmond had used a potent ink that wouldn't fade for days.

This meant everyone would see my face, all because of him.

Was this his way of drawing the line? If so, it was a foolish move.

"Randy," Noah mumbled upon waking, noticing my state and bursting into laughter. "Who did this to you?"

"Desmond," I answered, feeling frustrated as Noah laughed again.

I facepalmed and sighed deeply. "This is not funny," I said, donning the mask and cap, planning to confront Desmond and ask why he was in my room.

Noah suddenly jumped from the bed, alarmed, and walked towards me.

He turned me around to face him. "What do you mean? How did Desmond enter your room? You're the crown prince, you're supposed to have your own space. Why is he in your room?"

I explained to him how Desmond had entered the room but left out the part about the slap.

I didn't want him to judge Desmond for something he wasn't. "Hmmmmm," was all he said before yawning and falling back on the bed. "Good luck with your greatest enemy," he gave me a thumbs up. "But, I wished that we could end the rift between us and..."

"You started the rift, Randy, and that's why Desmond hates you,' Noah replied, and before I could ask more questions, he started snoring. Typical Noah.

Always running away when someone is in dire need of his help.

"I guess that I have to do this on my own," I muttered as I headed out of the room.

I stepped into the elevator and quickly lowered my head when I noticed many people had entered.

Now I understand what Desmond wanted it to be.

The writing on my face was to embarrass me about something I had done in the past, but it wasn't even me.

Resetting his destiny changed everything.

When I got to the class, Ana, who had spotted me among her friends, waved at me.

Before I knew it, she was walking toward me, and when she reached me, she stretched out her hand toward my face.

I quickly hid my face from her, not wanting her to see what was on it.

"Hey Ana," I greeted her. "I'm not in the mood for all of this."

Ana sighed. "Randy," she slowly muttered. "I would love it if you could just hug me. My friends," she turned around to face her friends who were cheering her on, "it will break me if you don't do this for me, please. I need you..." I pulled her into my arms before she could continue.

I couldn't bear her loud voice, and the only way to stop her was by hugging her.

While my arms were still around her, I noticed pairs of eyes on me and looked toward him.