The Prince of Warwood and The Rise of the Chosen by J. Noel Clinton

Author:J. Noel Clinton [Clinton, J. Noel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: C Squared Publishing
Published: 2014-10-17T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17: Bullied

Xavier didn’t wake again until early the next morning. The pressure in his head was mostly gone and the voices were quiet.

“Thank God!” He sighed loudly, rubbing his face.

After a noisy yawn, he stood and padded into the bathroom to shower. Mrs. Sommers had not come in at her normal time to wake him, which could only mean that no one expected him to go to school today. Tempted to play hooky, Xavier stood in the middle of his room with a towel around his waist, contemplating it. No, if he wanted to see Robbie and take her to King’s Cafe for a shake, he would have to go to school, that was if his dad would let him. He was supposed to have been grounded yesterday. Hadn’t he served and abided by his grounding? Hadn’t he come home and not gone off with his friends to play rugby? Did it really matter that he spent the evening in bed sick? Xavier tossed his towel aside and reached for his clothes when his bedroom door opened. His father froze at the sight of him as he scrambled for his towel, praying Mrs. Sommers wasn’t behind him.

“God, Dad! I’m naked! Close the door! Is it too much to ask that you knock?” he blared.

Jeremiah stepped into the room and quickly closed the door. “I’m sorry, son. Well, it looks like you’re feeling better.”

He gave his father an annoyed glare before responding, “Yeah, I feel like a million bucks!”

Ignoring the boy’s attitude, the king smiled. “I’m glad to hear it, but you really should take another day to regain your strength.”

“Thanks, but I can’t. The teachers usually assign a lot of work on the second day. I don’t want to fall behind,” he replied, pulling on his underclothes.

“All right. If you’re sure.”

“Yeah, I am. Thanks though,” he told him. “Ah…Dad? I know I was supposed to be grounded yesterday, and I was sick, but it still counts, doesn’t it?”

His father gave him a devilish smile. “Yes, it counts. Why?”

He grinned. “I kinda have plans.”

“Plans, huh? Would these plans be about five-foot-three with brown hair and brown eyes?” he asked, snickering.

“Maybe,” Xavier answered with a grin.

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