Dinner rolled around and the shining sun had gone down. Tedros was already waiting for me at the middle of the bridge. A small and dashing smile grew on his lips as he saw me approach. My face emotionless at the sigh of him.

"Good evening madame," he smiled with a small bow. "And they chivalry is dead," I replied, pretending to be swooned. "How are you tonight?" he tried to charm with a hand caressing his hair. "You know that I'm a Never, right?" I dismissed his question. "You don't seem like a witch to me," he replied with a soft shrug. "I'm not going to swoon and bat my eyes at you if that's what you're trying to achieve." "That's what different about you," he insisted. "None of the other Nevergirls bat their eyes at you either, what makes me different from them? I'm just as cruel." "None of the Nevergirls look like princesses."

"You better watch it, loverboy. This is how your father's story went, remember?" I reminded him, trying to get him to remember how his father was betrayed by the one he thought he loved. "Maybe your right. A princess wouldn't have said that," he said, obviously hurt by my comment. "Exactly. Now stop being stupid," I finished as I started to walk back to Evil. "What if you are a princess, you just don't know it yet? What if your father was the king of the Moors?" Tedros stopped me by grabbing my wrist.

I turned, anger filled my eyes. "Don't speak of my father. Whoever he was, the only thing he did was take advantage my mother and leave her when she was used up. Like garbage," I snarled as I pulled my arm out of his grip. "But what if you really are a princess?" Tedros insisted. "I will murder you," I threatened as I came closer to him. "Never speak to me again," I hissed before I turned on my heel and made my way over to my school, not letting him stop me this time.

I let him watch as I walked firmly away. I was confindent this encounter would stop him from his "bad-girl-turned-good"-fantasy. But I didn't know I was so wrong.