Hello everyone! Clippy checking in. So, guessing by the title, let's see if anyone can guess who's going to be featured in this chapter. But, we're going to see if prince-boy is going to figure out the truth about Angela and Johnathan's relationship...

But, to find out, let's get right into the chapter. Enjoy!

Hugo paces down the hallway, flicking through some of the papers in his hands. He mumbled equations to himself, doing quick mathematics in his head. He then feels someone then tug on his arm, whipping his head around.

"Angela," the prince cleared his throat, "how are you?" "I'm fine," she mumbled. "But, we need to talk about what happened the other day." The prince sighed, "I was afraid you were going to say that." He pivoted down the hall, both of the teens walking through it side by side.

"I told Jonathan." "You did what!?" The prince then cleared his throat, "why?" She sighed, "because I obviously hurt him. And not telling him made me feel more guilty!"

The prince scoffed, "it was just one kiss, and it meant nothing." 

"That's what I said!" Angela lowered her squealing tone, "but he still wants to talk with you." He groaned, "I'm not just free all day to sort out your relationship issues."

She slit her eyes, "says the guy who started the problem." The prince stared at her astonishingly as she stuck out her tongue. He sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. "At least get me a cup of coffee," he muttered, "I can't do this without caffeine in my system."

She smiled, handing him a cup of freshly brewed. His eyes widened slightly, "how did you-?" "How did I get it?" She laughed, "well, luckily for you, your best friend knows you better than you know yourself."

The prince smiles slightly, Angela still giggling to herself. He had noticed her usual work attire, stopping himself from staring at it. "Angela," he muttered, "Is that your usual maid attire?"

She shrugged, "I don't know." "This is the one Johnny gave me," she added. "Charming," he muttered, avoiding his eyes from drifting to her cleavage. "Tell Jonathan that I'll be meeting him in an hour."

She crossed her arms, huffing slightly, "why such a long time?" He lifted the stack of papers in his hands, "do I need to explain further, Miss. Cunningham?" She smiled slightly, patting him on the shoulder before the two parted ways.

The prince then sighed, "go on, Plagg." "What," Plagg whipped out of his breast pocket, "eager to talk to me?" He rolled his eyes, "you usually have something to tease about every time I talk to Angela."

He snickered, "well, you were staring at her." His eyes widened, "I was not." "You were," Plagg shot back, "how else would you have noticed her lower v neck? Or, her shorter skirt?" 

The prince rolled his eyes, "I have been seeing those outfits since the day I was born. I have memorized what they usually look like - that isn't the usual attire." "What's so different?" Plagg urged on as Hugo rubbed his temples.

"You know what is different," Hugo muttered. "I want you to say it," Plagg flew up to his nose as Hugo slapped his kwami out of his view. "I will not," he concluded forcefully. "You're going to be practically purring it once you get her alone~!"

"PLAGG!"

***

Hugo walked down to the maid quarters, trying to avoid eye contact with any of them. He didn't want to spark any unnecessary conversations. "Angela, hello," he caught her attention. "Oh hey," she smiled, "Johnny isn't here, though." He rubbed his temples, "then why did you ask me to come here?"

"I want you to walk with me!" She squealed as the prince huffed. "Fine," he grumbled sheepishly. "Is this where you work?" He attempted to strike a conversation as Angela straightened down her skirt.

"Yeah, I work with the laundry maids," she smiled, "but if I'm not doing that, I usually help around with the other jobs no one else wants to do." The prince glanced at her, intrigued, "like what?" He dared. She thought for a moment, "like bringing the meals to the prison."

He tossed her a skeptical glance, "is that not a bit too dangerous?" "You can't live life without not taking risks, you know," she smiled mischievously at his slight eye roll. They then proceeded to pace down the hall, avoiding each other's eyes as they did so.

Hugo didn't want to have another situation where he felt forced to kiss her, which would ruin any sort of friendship the teens had.

They walked up to one of the doors, Hugo grabbing her wrist as she reached for the handle. "Does he live in the palace," he muttered as she narrowed her eyes. "No, of course not," she ripped her hand from his grip, "he's just waiting here before he goes back to the village."

"Oh," the prince mumbled, defeated. He walked in as a man turned around. 

He was the same height as Hugo, and he had groomed brown hair. His eyes shown a warm chocolate tone, and he wore a crisp black suit with a night-coloured tie. Angela shut the door slightly as the man poured a shot glass up with whiskey.

"You keep alcohol here?" Hugo asked. Johnathan glanced up slightly, sipping his shot and nodding. The prince's eyes slit, "are you aware that this Angela's room, yes?" Johnathan didn't seem to understand as the prince curled his hand into a fist.

"Her alcohol problem? Were you not aware of this?" Johnathan snickered, "it's fine - she doesn't like whiskey anyway." "That is no excuse," he shot back fastly and strictly. 

"Why are we talking about this," Johnathan scoffed, "I'm here to talk about you." He leaned against the bed frame, swirling his drink as he eyed the prince up and down. "Why'd you kiss her?"

The prince sighed, "in the heat of the moment." "That's all it is," he reassured quickly, "but the moment passed, and I don't like her in that way," he lied. Hugo didn't mind lying to this gentleman, since by his first impressions, he was skeptical of him already.

"Are you sure," he chuckled, "because I don't trust you one bit." Johnathan's tone and expression had changed to threatening by the end of his statement, Hugo still glaring at him. This man definitely didn't intimidate him.

The prince drank his whiskey slowly. "I do have a question for you, though," Hugo stated. Johnathan perked up, hinting for the prince to continue. "Why were you not at the hospital," he cleared his throat, "why was I the first one called?"

"Well, it's because Angela's parents don't know she has a boyfriend," he chuckled, "and she has no contacts, so they just called you." Hugo's eyes narrowed, "do you know anything about the reason why she passed out?"

"It seemed as if she had gotten... drugged?" Hugo added.

Johnathan snickered, pouring himself another shot of whiskey. "What are you hinting, Hugo?" Hugo didn't flinch at the informality, slamming his glass on the table. "I'm simply proposing the idea that you had something to do with the incident."

Johnathan chuckled darkly, "I did not, Hugo." "And, to be honest," Johnathan continued, "I thought you had something to do with it since you were the last one with her."

Hugo rolled his eyes, "stop trying to worry me and direct me on another topic." "To answer your question, I had nothing to do with it," Johnathan replied innocently. "Why weren't you there when she passed out?" Hugo scoffed, "maybe if you were, then you would have been able to pick her up, and I would have never kissed her."

Johnathan slammed his drink on the table, the prince not flinching as he went up close to his face. He then backed up, turning his back to Hugo. "All I wanted to get from this is your word that you will not do anything else with Angela," he muttered, his tone in a dark pitch.

Hugo turned around, reaching for the handle. "Of course," Hugo concluded. He smiled darkly before leaving, crossing his fingers throughout his statement. Though, the only thing holding him back from doing something was the fact it could hurt Angela and her already bad mental state.

Angela ran up to the prince as he closed the door. "Is everything okay?" Angela asked desperately, the prince chuckling. "It's fine," he smiled slightly, "everything cleared up." She let out a visible breath of relief, "thank you, Hugo."

"Of course," he smiled, Angela sucking in a breath. She hugged him tightly, Hugo not having enough time to wrap his arms around her before she dashed into the room. 

He smiled fondly, pivoting and turning down the hallway. "Tsk tsk," Plagg flew up, now making it his turn to comment on his owner's love life. "You let your girlfriend slip away."

Hugo rolled his eyes, "enough, Plagg." His kwami flew back into his breast pocket, the prince stopping and leaning against a wall, rubbing his face. "I did, didn't I," he muttered, swearing under his breath.

***

"Hugo told me you patched things up," Angela smiled, "that's good." "He's lying," Johnathan grumbled, "whiskey?" "D-Did you forget," she mumbled, "I don't want to drink, my problem, you know..."

He chuckled, "yeah, your self-control problem, yup." Angela glanced down, Johnathan then slamming his drink on the table with a thud. He walked up to her, Johnathan feeling her hitched breath tickle his skin.

"You will never get involved with anything with him," he muttered, "or you know how things will turn out." Angela nodded, watching as he walked up to her forcefully. "I-I promise I won't," she squeaked.

"Good," he grumbled darkly, "I wouldn't want to hurt your pretty face again." He threw her against the door, Angela crying as she curled up into a ball. 

Tikki rested on her owner's shoulder, the prince already too far away to hear her whispered death wishes.

Welp, Johnathan we all hate you. I know you all are mad that Hugo isn't worried when trying to be with Angela, but he is still too soft to actually do something to hurt her. He wouldn't mind throwing a punch at Johnathan, let me tell you XD

Anyway, that's it for this week. Stay tuned! Have a great day/night :)