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best behavior. It was something they could all relate to and anticipate – a chance to dress themselves up, flaunt whatever they had, and get up close and personal with the opposite sex. Fiona was hoping that her task would be a simple one, and that she wouldn't encounter the same type of nonsense that went on in the classroom. Since it was more fun than work, or so she imagined, she decided it would probably be fine.
    She wasn't counting on Prince Henrik to be on her committee, and definitely wasn't thrilled to find that he was more interested in hanging all over Tiffany LeBough than he was about hanging up decorations or painting. She gently reminded him that it was a good opportunity for him and she didn't want to get him in trouble, but he had scoffed.
    “I don't feel like it, this is stupid,” he whined. “And Tiffany doesn't want to either.”
    Tiffany, another unbelievably attractive person - Spencer Dalton was crawling with them, gave her a pointed look and wove her arm through Henrik's.
    “It's all right, my prince,” she said in her heavy French accent. “Let the lower ones do the work here. She isn't even a real teacher, she can't tell us what to do.”
    Fiona watched helplessly as Tiffany led him away and he plopped down on a folding chair. The French heiress walked behind him and began to kiss and nibble on his ear and he laughed obnoxiously. Fiona sighed to herself, irritated. Maybe if she could figure out how to play to his strengths, she would be able to get some real work done. She was nervous about being left alone with any of these rambunctious students, and Prince Henrik was the worst.
    “What do you like to do, Henrik?” she asked. “How does painting sound?”
    “Painting can suck my royal dic-”
    “All right, maybe building something? Do you like to work with your hands?”
    “You betcha,” he said, gripping Tiffany by the waist and pulling her onto his lap. She squealed and giggled, and before she had a chance to protest, they were making out raunchily on the folding chair, grunting like animals.
    “Henrik, that's enough,” she said. But Henrik wouldn't listen. The other students had stopped what they were doing and were laughing obnoxiously, some of them taking their phones out to take pictures or record free time with Prince H.
    “I'm serious, stop it!” she exclaimed.
    But he wouldn't.
    “All right, you all need to get back to your usual classes. Free time is over,” Fiona commanded.
    “What?”
    “Bitch,”
    “Fuck this!”
    A menagerie of insults reached her ears, but she didn't care. She couldn't stand another second of Prince Henrik.

Chapter 7
    “Nice going, dick,” a boy who had been on the dance committee with Henrik said, punching him hard in the shoulder as they passed in the hallway. He was heading for the office where students only went if they were really in trouble. Mrs. Blair's classroom was usually a neutral setting for things branded a typical miscommunication, where they tried to negotiate the goals of the school with the goals of the pupil. Mrs. Blair could be frighteningly convincing. But now he was heading somewhere he had never been before – the office.
    He pushed his way through the door reluctantly, stuffing his hands deep in his pockets and feeling much like he had as a young boy when he was in deep trouble. The receptionist glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. She must have read his tabloids; but she didn't seem very impressed with him.
    “I'm -”
    “I know who you are,” she said, lowering her eyes to her desk and scribbling. “Have a seat. They'll get you when they're ready.”
    He chose to stand, until finally the director of Spencer Dalton, Dr. James, came out and nodded at him.
    “Let's go, lad,” he said with a firm pat on Henrik's shoulder.
    He was expecting a much more cordial meeting, maybe if he was alone with Dr. James, who never seemed to have a mean bone in his body, but when he was led through the office doors he scowled.