THEO’S POINT OF VIEW.

On the outside, I looked like the golden boy everyone at school thought I was. My uniform pressed perfectly, so it hugged my body perfectly as I walked the halls of Ravenscroft High, with my chin up and my signature smirk on my face. The girls walked past me, but not without sending a wink or a few seductive smiles my way. 

It was easy to fake it, to pretend that everything was perfect, that the descendant of a long-reigning queen of England was as prim ...