Disguised As A Boy To Attend Belmont High School
Chapter 178: Your Highness.

Chapter 178: Your Highness.

The boy’s voice was smooth and confident as he addressed the classroom.

"Hi, everyone. My name’s Ethan Blaze. I’m a transfer student. My family recently relocated here, and I’ll be finishing my senior year with you all. I’m looking forward to getting to know everyone," he said, his tone warm yet composed.

The classroom erupted into a wave of whispers as every head turned toward the boy at the front of the room.

"What?! Ethan Blaze?!" The girls chorused in unison, their surprise apparent. Without hesitation, they all whipped out their phones and began feverishly Googling his name.

"The name sounds familiar," one student murmured under her breath, her brow furrowed in thought. "I hope it’s not what I’m thinking, though."

Another student leaned closer, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. "Since this school is packed with rich kids, it wouldn’t surprise me if he’s really the one. But, still... why would he come to this school, especially one with so many scholarship students?"

As the searches yielded results, gasps of disbelief rippled across the room.

"Damn! He’s the one. He’s really the one!" A girl exclaimed, her eyes practically sparkling with excitement.

"I can’t believe it," another chimed in, her expression a mix of shock and awe. "He’s actually here, in this school!"

Lara, sitting in the back, leaned over to whisper to her friend Olive. "What’s wrong with them?" she asked, confused by the commotion. Curious, she pulled out her phone and typed in the name ’Ethan Blaze.’

Her eyes widened as the search results loaded.

"Prince Ethan Blaze? The only prince of France?!" Lara exclaimed, her voice loud and incredulous.

The classroom fell silent for a moment before the other girls collectively turned to glare at her, their expressions clearly annoyed.

"Did she really have to shout?" one girl muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes.

Still, they didn’t waste much energy being upset with Lara. Their attention quickly returned to Ethan, who now stood at the front of the room wearing a slightly guilty expression.

Mr. James, the teacher, stepped forward and cleared his throat, attempting to regain order in the classroom. "Alright, everyone, settle down," he began with a heavy sigh. "Now you know. Yes, this is Prince Ethan Blaze, the prince of France. He’s here in this country to study. As for the story about his family relocating? That’s a fabrication. He wanted to blend in, to live as an ordinary student, but clearly, that’s not going to work."

The students erupted into another round of excited chatter before Mr. James raised his hand to silence them.

"Please," he continued, addressing the room firmly, "Prince Ethan doesn’t want to be treated any differently. He’s here at Belmont to escape the responsibilities of palace life, not to bring them with him. Let’s all do our part to make his time here worthwhile."

He gestured toward an empty seat near the middle of the classroom. "Your seat is over here, Ethan. Please, make yourself comfortable."

Ethan gave a polite nod of acknowledgment and walked toward the desk. He slid into the seat next to Olive, who was sandwiched between him and Lucas.

As Ethan settled into his seat, Mr. James spoke again. "Remember, everyone, Ethan is just another student here. Please respect his privacy and let him focus on his studies."

Despite Mr. James’ stern words, the buzz in the room continued as the girls furtively snapped pictures of Ethan on their phones.

Ethan sighed softly, clearly feeling the weight of the attention. His gaze drifted to Olive, who appeared entirely unbothered by the commotion, her focus glued to the textbook in front of her.

"Hi," Ethan greeted her softly, a friendly smile on his face.

Olive finally looked up, her eyes meeting his. She offered him a small, polite smile before returning her attention to her book.

Ethan blinked in surprise at her indifferent reaction. "Oops," he muttered under his breath, feeling a bit thrown off. He opened his own textbook, trying to shake off the awkward moment.

The lesson continued, but the room remained charged with excitement. Despite Mr. James’ repeated warnings, the girls couldn’t stop whispering about Ethan, while the boys alternated between feigned indifference and subtle curiosity.

When the bell rang, signaling the end of the class, the room erupted into chaos.

The girls swarmed toward Ethan, each vying for his attention. The boys, not wanting to be left out, hung around the edges of the crowd, their expressions mixed with amusement and intrigue.

Looking overwhelmed, Ethan leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. "I think I’m going to need some time to adjust to all this attention," he muttered, his voice laced with frustration.

Mr. James, who had lingered to oversee the dismissal, clapped his hands loudly. "Alright, everyone, give Prince Ethan some space please. Remember what I said: he’s just another student here. Go to your break or get to your next classes, now!"

Despite the teacher’s scolding, the girls remained stubborn, inching closer to Ethan.

Meanwhile, Olive stood up, muttering, "I need to get out of here." She pushed her chair back, only to feel a firm hand wrap around her wrist.

Startled, she looked down to see Ethan holding her hand.

"Please," Ethan pleaded, his voice low but urgent. "Get me out of here. I can’t handle this."

Olive’s face flushed with a mix of irritation and embarrassment as she tried to free her hand. "Let go!" she hissed under her breath, her anger barely contained.

The other girls immediately noticed the interaction, their eyes narrowing in jealousy and disbelief.

"What’s going on here?!" one girl whispered harshly. "Is the prince getting attracted to him. Is he gay?" She added, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Is he crazy?!" she thought, her frustration mounting.

Lucas finally looked up from his textbook. His gaze landed on Ethan’s hand clutching Olive’s.

Without a word, Lucas stood, his expression unreadable, and strode out of the classroom.

Lara, Mark, and Aiden remained silent behind Olive, observing the commotion unfold with wide eyes.

"Is this prince gay? Or does he know Olive is a girl too?" Lara whispered, her voice low but laced with curiosity as she leaned toward Mark.

Mark shrugged, his expression skeptical. "That’s impossible. If he were, he wouldn’t grab Olive’s hand like that in public. Maybe he already considers her a friend or something," he replied, whispering back.

Lara frowned slightly but said nothing more, her gaze fixed on Ethan and Olive.

Meanwhile, Olive tried to stand again, but the moment she did, Ethan rose as well, his grip tightening on her hand and without a word, he began running, pulling Olive along with him.

"Hey! Let go!" Olive protested, but Ethan didn’t slow down.

The two sprinted out of the classroom, weaving through the hallway and eventually ending up outside, away from the students milling about on the field. Olive’s classmates were the only ones aware of Ethan’s true identity, so the prince managed to escape further attention for the time being.

Once they were far enough from prying eyes, Ethan finally let go of Olive’s hand and collapsed onto a bench, panting heavily. Olive, still standing, bent slightly to catch her breath, her irritation evident on her flushed face.

"Are you okay, bro?" Ethan asked between gulps of air, glancing up at Olive. "I just... I had to run out of there with someone, you know?"

Olive straightened, her chest heaving as she tried to calm her breathing. Her voice was sharp with anger when she finally responded. "I don’t see why you felt the need to run outside with someone in the first place! And even if you did think that was important, you could’ve grabbed anyone else’s hand, not mine! What’s with the stupid dragging me along like that?"

Ethan, now catching his breath, leaned back on the bench and gave her a casual shrug, his lips quirking into a faint smirk. "Why are you getting so worked up over me grabbing your hand?" he asked, his tone tinged with amusement.

Olive’s eyes narrowed. "Are you serious right now?"

Ethan rose from the bench with a scoff, his casual demeanor suddenly shifting. "Look, you seem frail," he began, his voice calm but deliberate. "And I have a feeling you’ll be... useful to me. That’s why I brought you out here."

Olive’s mouth fell open in shock. "Useful?!" she repeated incredulously. "Are you crazy?!"

Ethan ignored her rising anger, continuing as if he hadn’t noticed. "I wanted to live a normal life here, but now my cover’s blown. Everyone knows who I am. I didn’t bring any servants with me because I thought I wouldn’t need them. But with you around, I think I can make things work. You could help me out, and I’ll pay you for your time." He gestured at her uniform with a smug grin. "You’re a scholarship student, aren’t you? Judging by your tie, you’re not exactly loaded with cash. I’d say you’re perfect for the job."

Olive stared at him, her shock giving way to a slow, simmering anger. She folded her arms across her chest, her lips curling into a sardonic smirk.

"This has to be a joke," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Ethan tilted his head, clearly not understanding her reaction.

"I thought you were this calm, collected guy when you introduced yourself in class," she continued, her gaze sharp as she looked him over. "But now? You’ve turned out to be a total nuisance. Your true colors are showing, ’Your Highness.’"

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