Prince Christophe

Today was the day. The day every single girl at Branwell University was waiting for. Well, except for me though. It was the day that the Crown Prince of London would be going to our school. Not going like visiting but going like studying there, too.

Ironic, isn't it? When Prince Christophe could have had his very own private tutor, he chose to study at Branwell.

You see, I don't care about royalty coming to study in our school. I actually couldn't care less about him. I don't care if he's gonna be the next king of our country. No, I don't give a damn. He's still a guy, anyway. He just has royal blood running through his veins.

Prince Christophe, I would describe him as a typical prince. He is devastatingly handsome, of course. He comes from a rich family. And he was a brat. Well, I've never seen him act like one. But, aren't royalties spoiled so they were usually brats? And yeah, he was often seen doing charity works. Charity works my ass. He was just doing that for publicity if I say so myself.

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"Class, as you very well know, we are honored to have in our school Prince Christophe. Now, I ask you to treat him normally," Our teacher, Miss Lopez said with too much enthusiasm. The Prince entered the room with an air of what I think is natural arrogance.

"Why thank you, Miss Lopez. It's my pleasure to be here. I am Prince Christophe but I hope you will just call me Christophe or Chris," and he starts yapping about how normal of a guy he is. How he wants to be friends with everyone in this school I look around and practically see every other girl inside the room swoon. How classy.

I sighed heavily, clearly exasperated. I didn't know a lot of people heard it. They stared at me as my eyes widened. Unluckily for me, Christophe also heard it.

"Is there something wrong, Miss...?"I stood up, making it clear to him that I was the girl who would never succumb to his charm.

"Walters, Your Highness," I mocked. "Antonelle Walters."

"Well, Miss Antonelle Walters, is there something wrong?" The prince asked me, half mockingly.

"No, no. Sir, there is nothing wrong. You can carry on telling us all about how happy you are to be here," I smiled coyly.

I earned nervous stares and snickers for what I did but I didn't regret it. Miss Lopez stared at me in deep shock probably thinking I was a lunatic for talking to Christophe that way.

But Christophe. Well he for one didn't looked shocked. I actually expected him to snap at me, but no. He didn't. He just looked amazed. He winked at me. Like winked at me, for God's sake. What an airbag is he! And I just rolled my eyes at him. Hi charms might work on celebrities, models and my classmates but not on me. I'll be the only exception.

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"So, Miss Walters, would you mind if I sit with you today?" I looked around to see who it was.

Christophe. That guy just wouldn't give me some peace.

"Yes. As a matter of fact, I would. Now would you please leave me alone?" I said incredulously.

He looked hurt for a tenth of a second but smiled and said, "As you wish," and walked away to a crowd of his fans.

That was then. This is now.

As months progressed I learned to befriend him. We would talk in the hallways. We would go to class together. And if we had the same classes, we would sit side by side. We would eat together during breaks and sometimes he even took me to dinner. Not caring whether he would be seen with a commoner like me. Then on, we became the best of friends.

I had never met a person like Christophe. I judged him before. Sure, but I stood corrected. He was nothing but nice. And he was a gentleman. He was sensitive to a girl's feelings. He can make you laugh and cry at the same time. And the thing that struck me the most was that he wasn't the typical royalty I thought he was: He was simple.

Remember the pledge I made? The one to be the only girl not to fall for him when every other does? Well, now I wish that I'd be the one he falls for when every other girl falls for him.

But I can't let him know. He was a prince and I was a bloody nobody.