• The glowering prince glanced at my way and I stared back at him. He just flinched at my sight and frowned.

    "You shouldn't say those things to people like that. They look up to you." I told him as I got up, reaching for my bag and the prince's lips twitched into a smile. A cute one, I must say. Christina clung onto my left leg and I growled in discomfort and frutsation.

    "Do you honestly I think I care about those commoners?" He questioned me as I slung the bag over my shoulder and peeled Christina off me.

    "Maybe. I may not know you but make better choices when talking."

    He just narrowed his eyes at me.

    "Huh, I'll make sure to do that." He sarcastically remarked.

    Christina stood up wobbly and sauntered off without saying a good bye to me. She must've been really disappointed in this unhospitable prince.

    "Tch, I rather not talk you anyways."

    I started to walk off but then he grabbed my ponytail from the behind and yanked me.

    "Ow! What did you do that for?" I gritted my teeth as he held onto my black ponytail.

    "You probably should fix your hair better than this."

    I rolled my eyes, "Thank you for the advice." He finally let go of my ponytail and put me into his chokehold which it cut my breathing.

    "And wear makeup if you want to look better. I know you do." He whispered in my ears and that sent a shiver up in my spine. His skin was cold as ice and I just kept flinching away from the touch.

    "Whatever, it's not like you read my mind."

    He just coughed a little, "Believe me, I do, sweetie."

    I scowled again, thinking he's teasing me and I just took off. I squirmed through the crowd, there were a bunch of fangirls and they screamed some more when I was out of the crowd. Some of them were fifteen years old, others were nine years old or even in their late twenties. What is it that makes them to be turned on by the cold prince?

    * * *
    I plopped downwards onto my couch and sighed nosily. What a tiring day. My siamese cat mewled as she rubbed at my feet and I stared at the ceiling, unrepsonsive. Wondering about the prince at my school.

    For some reason, he just seems so familar to me but yet we haven't met. Perhaps we met in earlier life as children, nah that wouldn't be possible. This thought kept bugging me until I fell asleep on my bed, dreaming that I could fly during the night and the cold air whipped my black hair.