The Troublemaker's Daughter (Royal Romance)

1 Pacifist VS Bad Boy

“Ace?” I called out as I was walking into the high school I shall be attending for the next year.

Yes, it was my first day at The Seventh Mile High School. Hell, it was my first day, first time ever at an institutional educational establishment.

“Yes, love?” He answered readily, a smile stretching his lips.

“Do you think I’ll fit in?” I asked before worrying my bottom lip.

I was after all a pureblood vampire princess who had yet to awaken. I was born two years ago, and already looked like an eighteen year old.

“I’m sure you will.” He immediately reassured me with his soft smile.

“Do you think we can lose Jeff and Peter?” I then asked in a hushed tone.

“We heard that, princess,” one of my two bodyguards drawled.

Why would I need bodyguards? Well, because I am a royal vampire for one… and because Blake The Troublemaker, my father, has always been overly protective.

Ace chuckled good-humoredly from where he walked beside me, and I sighed in resignation at the title.

“I thought I told you not to call me that when at school?” I face-palmed, almost wishing I could get headaches.

I am accustomed to the attention I always get, like everywhere. Not only am I a vampire but I’m also Blake freaking The Troublemaker’s daughter.

Why must it always be like this? I inwardly sighed this time around.

As we walked past a little crowd, I noticed that some of them sniffed as we made our way into the high school.

“What the hell?” I murmured, perplexed.

“Werewolves,” all three of my companions replied simultaneously, no trace of disdain or spite in Ace’s voice, but the same could not be said about my bodyguards’ voices.

Werewolves? Do they seriously need to make it known that they have sniffed out vampires in their territory.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” The guy whose aura was the strongest came towards us, followed by his minions, boys and girls alike.

I’ll have to say I didn’t appreciate the way they looked at us… this was definitely something I was not used to.

“Aren’t you new here?” He then said as he cracked his knuckles in a provoking manner, for we had stood our ground, and didn’t utter a word back.

We simply carried on walking, or at least tried to.

Although patience wasn’t my forte, my mother would definitely have a fit if I were to fight with werewolves on my first day at school.

“What do you want?” Ace asked in a rather friendly tone.

“Your heads on a platter.” The werewolf’s attempt at a joke was so lame, I wanted to throw up.

“Are you picking a fight, you lowly mutt?” Peter asked levelly, while cracking his knuckles as well.

“Did you just…” the guy, whose name was still a mystery, began in an outraged voice, only to be cut off by Ace’s apologetic, “Sorry about that. My friend here has had a rough morning.”

“I did not,” Peter rolled his eyes.

My bodyguards didn’t like Ace very much to say the least. They thought he was unfit to be my mate, and if I were to be honest, I didn’t think he had what it took to be a royal’s mate. But then again, we had yet to mate, so there was still time to think that over.

He claims he loves me, but I’m not sure of my feelings for him. Sure, I care about him, as a friend, as someone I grew up with, and who has always watched over me… but as a lover? I don’t know about that.

The werewolves were ready to attack us, and I was prepared to fight back, for even if I had yet to awaken as a vampire, I was still stronger than a common human girl.

“Let’s not get into a meaningless fight, shall we?” Ace suggested in a placating tone.

“Meaningless you say?” The guy bellowed. “Your friend here called me a lowly mutt.”

“And I believe I already apologized for that,” Ace flashed him a small unconvinced smile.

This is precisely what my bodyguards hate about Ace, he is much too kind… maybe because he’s weak? After all, his special ability is talking to animals –Boring, I know.

“You’re going down!” The guy exclaimed before jumping at Peter who deftly dodged him, and then swiftly kicked him on the back.

“We are going to have classes together. We should not be fighting.” Ace let out in a resigned tone before breaking the two apart rather easily, and keeping them at a reasonable distance of one another, using only one hand for each one. “Behave, boys!” He softly admonished.

My mate was a pacifist, and I had to admit I liked the bad boy werewolf better. Ironic, I know…