Royal’s POV
At some point during my messing with Cash he had gotten annoyed with me to the point that when I was doing a handstand he grabbed me from behind and didn’t let go. Now his hands were crossed across my thighs while my knees were bent over his shoulders and I was using my hands to push against the floor.
“Let me go, Hugh!” I yelled for probably the twentieth time since we got into this position.
“BOYS!” Coach was finally done with our picking at each other, “since you two are having so much fun you must be done. Let’s see what you came up with.”
“Uhhh,” Cash was just looking at Coach thinking about what he should do.
This man was way too obsessed with his grades, but technically having no plan was my fault and I’m a good boyfriend so I came up with a great plan on the spot.
Still with my legs bent I did a sit up thing with one of my hands helping me forward and the other hand grabbing onto Cash’s neck to support his head. This sudden movement caused him to let go and start to lean backwards. I quickly stuck my legs out standing up now, holding his head and neck to keep it from hitting the ground. His knees up was now completely horizontal and his knees down were still in the position they would be in if he was still standing.
Cash, along with everyone else, was looking at me shocked when I gently lowered his head to the ground, “that’s all we got, Coach.”
“Royal? Did you just come up with that on the spot?”
“You have no proof of anything and refuse to admit anything. For all you know we were planning that this entire time,” I finally walked to where I wasn’t standing over Cash and let Blake help him up.
There was more exercises shown until the bell rang and I started walking down the hall as slowly as I could without being suspicious. When Cash and his friends walked by I quickly grabbed him and started to drag him away.
“Royal? Where are you taking Cash?”
“None of your business, Nat, go to your math class already,” with that and all of Cash’s friends watching us I dragged Cash around the corner and into the nearest janitors closet. When the door was closed I grabbed his collar and pulled into a kiss.
It lasted for a couple seconds before he broke it, “we can’t be late for class.”
“Does it look like I give a damn about class?” I kissed him again and started to pull at his shirt.
He broke the kiss and backed away, “look… Royal, I love your kisses and I will accept them any day, however, I don’t want you to think this relationship is only about sex. I don’t want you for your body I want you for you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I knew exactly what he was talking about.
“Royal, my uncle is a physiatrist. Remember? I know the signs when someone is either only trying to use the relationship for sex or thinks that that’s the only purpose of a relationship. Since you aren’t the type of person to get into a relationship because you only wanted sex I know why you’re doing certain things. I like you, okay?”
“Fine. Let’s go,” I rolled my eyes at him, but, nevertheless, we both walked out of the closet and towards history.
He grabbed my hand to get one more thing in, “one day I’m going to figure out who hurt you and I’m going to make them regret it.”
After that he let go and we walked into History class together less than a minute before the bell rings.
“Hey, boys! You were nearly late,” they were nice and I didn’t hate them I just thought that the whole reenactment of history was stupid. The no homework or fun homework thing was cool though.
“Sup, Butcher.”
“Hello, Butcher,” The bell rang and class began.
I had went and sat at my desk propping my feet on the desk when Butcher walked up to me, “ROYAL!”
Wha, am I in trouble? “No need to shout in my ear.”
“Sorry, sweetheart,” what was it and grown adults calling me ‘Honey’ and ‘Sweetheart’ recently, “I just… your hair.”
“What about my hair?”
I quickly remembered all the styling that had come undone when Black poured water over my head. It was currently just a mess of blond, wavy hair with my bangs falling into my eye’s forcing me to push them back and the rest of it just laying sloppily circling my head. I had completely forgotten that it was different in the first place, but now that it dried, and Butcher basically screamed about it, it was hard to ignore.
“It is so gorgeous. I don’t think I’ve ever seen your hair undone before. It’s more Mexican than one would think from the blond of it,” what the fuck is Mexican hair.
“Thanks? Maybe and I’m half Spanish. From Spain. Not Mexico.”
“I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“It’s fine.”
“However, it’s great that you are Spanish you can help me with todays lesson,” I should’ve just let them think I was Mexican, “as you all know we’re talking about the Spanish-American war…”
Later that day
I was banging on the Hugh’s door after receiving a text from Cash telling me to come over urgently. This motherfucker better be ok I am not above kicking this door in.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” He swung the door open, “you didn’t need to knock that hard.”
“You told me come over urgently. For all I’m concerned you should’ve been waiting at the door for me,” he rolled his eyes and stepped aside so I could walk in, “what did you need?”
“Yay!” Fern walked in, “you decided to come to family game night.”
“Seriously,” I punched him in the arm, “I thought something bad happened.”
“Royal, we’re you worried?”
“No, fuck you…,” Fern walked past again with some junk food and I followed her into the living room, “what games are we playing?”
“We play everything spoken, board, and card games,” I followed his lead when he sat on the floor with everyone else.
“Cool.”
I’ve never had a game night before, but this is bound to be fun. Fern spoke up first, “never have I ever!” Little interesting that that was chosen first, “everyone starts with 10 points and then the first person to 0 has to get a weird ingredient for later.”
I looked at Cash for explanation, “oh, every time someone either wins or loses they get to spin either the good or bad wheel. The good wheel has a bunch of good foods to add to a smoothie and the bad wheel has a bunch of bad foods to add to the smoothie. Like a game night and that old trend from whenever mixed together.”
“Cool, I think?”
“The only meat option in any of them is Tuna, but obviously you can’t have that so if you end up getting it you’ll just redo your spin.”
Half the Hughs looked at me confused wondering why the rules changes for me, so I decided to be a good person and explain, “I’m deathly allergic to all sea food.”
No other explanation was needed, although they might think I’m an alien now, and Jason spoke up, “you go first, Fern.”
“Never have I ever had sexual intercourse with my toxic and/or abusive ex,” I choked on the water I drank.
What The Fuck was this game?
This is the position that Royal’s and Cash’s exercise ended up in. If you want the full move got to the Tiktok profile. Sadly I couldn’t attach the video from tiktok directly.
Royal – White Shirt
Cash – Black Shirt
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