TW: Slight rape I guess? This chapter isn't skippable but I'll make sure that part is. When you see *, that means you can skip

((By the way, I'm renaming all the chapters after their google doc name soon ))

Rich being tossed to the back of his brain, Jake sprinted down the long castle hallways and up every flight of stairs, trying to get to the throne room as quick as possible. He was astounded with his idea. A ball? Why not! He knew Rich loved dancing, and, well, he would do anything to help get Rich's mind off the stress.

Plus, he wanted to see Rich in a dress.

It sounded very weird when he thought about it. Isn't that kind of perverted and creepy? For him to be betting on the fact that Rich would wear a dress, and for him to want to see it? It definitely seemed perverted to him. He shooed the thought away with a sniffle, finally arriving at the throne room.

He opened the door slowly, sliding in without any noise. He wanted to scare his father, or at least try. His father was basically unscarable in his eyes, so Jake always took that as a challenge. When nobody noticed him walk in, he pressed his body against the wall, sliding along it. He slid to behind the throne, so he could jump out and scare his father.

When he began to get closer, he heard their conversation (the servants his father was talking to) and paused, perking up to listen.

"No one can know what I did to get here." His father spoke, his tone getting slightly angered. "No one."

Jake was already confused.

"We know sir, but if you keep doing it, somebody's going to find out eventually!" A servant raised his arms up, trying to reason with him.

"All the money here is mine anyway. Everything in this kingdom belongs to me. It's not stealing anymore, is it?" The king raised his voice, pounding a fist down on the chair. Jake blinked, backing up towards the wall. Maybe if it seemed like he had just come in, he could pretend he had never heard a word of what was said.

As he was making his way to the door, he couldn't help but think about it. Is that why he's a prince? He isn't true royalty? Did his father buy his way into making himself a king? Wait, no. That doesn't seem right.

Various thoughts went through his head as he arrived to the door, opening it and shutting it, and then walking into the room like nothing happened. "Father!"

Everyone's heads whipped around to see Jake, and the king quickly shooed all the servants out of the room. "Jake."

Jake jogged up to him, a smile forming on his lips. "I had a great idea!" He sat down in the empty chair beside the older man.

"Oh?" His father chuckled. "And that is?"

"Ball." He waited for it to click in his dad's brain, but it visibly didn't. "Like, dance? Ball? Like the olden days."

"Oh." His father tilted his head to the side with realization. "That's fun. We'll have to work it in soon."

Jake clapped his hands together (like Brookie), clicking his heels. "Yay! We are a kingdom after all, and what's a kingdom without having at least one ball?" He ran a hand through his hair happily. "I do want to have it before I go to America."

"Of course." King Dillinger grabbed Jake's hand, giving it a squeeze. "We'll get it done. Now, I have some business to attend to. Do you mind?"

Jake nodded, leaning down and giving his father a quick hug. "Thank you, father!"

He ran out of the room, slowing down when he got to the hallways. Jake's dad wasn't usually one to give in to his wishes, so this was new to him.

He skipped through the hallway (which was quite a site- to see a tall teenage boy giddily hopping like a child), not stopping for anything. He reached his room quick enough, opening it and sitting on his bed.

"Hi Jakey." A voice said, and it sounded as if they were trying to be seductive. Jake shivered, turning around.

"Oh, Chloe. Hi." He hugged one knee to his chest. "You scared me."

"That's no good." Chloe slowly approached his bed, sitting down beside him.

"..Right.." Jake scooted away from her slightly. It shouldn't have been noticeable, but Chloe was watching him too intently not to notice.

"You look nice." She reached her left down and intertwined her fingers with his.

"Thanks..?" He pulled his hand back, looking at Chloe with the most confused expression he could muster.

"Now now, don't be like that." Chloe leaned in a little, grabbing his wrist tightly.

"What are you doing?" Jake tried to withdraw his arm from her grip, but he failed. "Let.. go."

"I'm not doing anything?" She took one finger and gently traced Jake's jawline. "Don't be so boring, baby."

"Don't call me that." Jake growled, using his free hand to whip her hand off his face. "What are you trying to do right now?"

Chloe rolled her eyes, leaning in a little more until her leg was centered in between Jake's. "That's for you to find out." She breathed, hot air seething through Jake's skin.
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Before Jake could even take another breath, he was pinned to the bed by his wrists, Chloe straddling him.

"What," Jake snarled, writhing underneath her. "The fuck?"

Chloe just smiled evilly before forcefully smashing her lips against his. Jake definitely didn't melt into the kiss, and absolutely did not kiss back. He used his legs to kick her in the stomach, but she didn't budge. She flinched, but didn't budge. After a while more, she pulled back, tracing Jake's now puffy lips with her long fingernails.

"So hot, aren't you?" She muttered, sitting down on Jake's legs so he was completely stuck, and removing her hands from his wrists. She grabbed the button on Jake's jeans, starting to undo it. Jake whimpered, trying to push her away.

"Chloe.." He choked out. "Please stop."

"You'll enjoy this soon enough, baby." Chloe giggled mock-seductively, zipping down the zipper on Jake's jeans. "Oh? Not turned on yet, huh?" She gestured to his crotch, displaying that he didn't have a boner.

"What the hell do you think you're doing right now?" Jake shouted, trying to knee her and failing.

"Jakey, relax. We're just going to have some fun." She leaned over and kissed him again, moving some of his hair out of his face. Jake, now with free hands, pushed her away immediately.
"Get the FUCK off me!" Jake shouted, and Chloe rolled her eyes.

"You really have to relax. Your moving about isn't going to do anything." She took her right hand and gripped the waistband of Jake's boxers, starting to slowly pull them down.

With that, Jake let out a bloodcurdling scream. *

(mention of the word rape below tho)

Servants came running in, and Chloe had jumped off of him at the speed of light.

"Ever heard of knocking?!" She yelled, backing away with her hands up. Jake stood up quickly, zipping his pants back up.

"She- she was going to rape me!" Jake jut his index finger at her, and she gasped.

"I would never, Jakey!" She flipped her hair, batting her eyelashes.

"N-no!" Jake shook his head, backing up a little, too. "Get her away from me! Please!"

The servants nodded, grabbing Chloe firmly and leading her out of the room, ignoring her whines of protest. Jake swayed on his feet for a moment before crawling in his bed and just bawling for a while.