by sarah faith
"Well, welcome to Harvard, Freddie," she spoke sweetly, as if the angels had blessed her with their voice. "Mark's a nice guy you should really like him." She smiled again and I decided right then and there that it would be more than impossible to forget about this female.
"Thanks. I'll remember that. See ya." I started to make my way to my actual room and heard her say something before she shut the door.
"Okay," she said, nonchalantly. "Bye."
The door closed and I quickly made my way directly across the hall to room 154. It seemed like my whole body was resisting that pull that seemed to gravitate toward her. Man, that girl Suddenly I balked. That girl? That girl?! I didn't even know her name! At first I shook the feeling off I would find out, somehow. I was a prince wasn't I? But I knew deep down that I needed to know. Now. Pushing past Jameson, I turned
around and knocked on her door again. I didn't care. I didn't care if I looked like an idiot; like a mental psychopath. I needed to know her name.
The door opened faster than last time and I grinned at her confusion.
"Hey again."
"Hi. Did you forget something?" Her voice squeaked slightly at the end of her sentence.
"Actually, yes I did."
A little frown pursed between her eyebrows. "Oh?"
"I forgot to ask your name," I said in a jumbled mess of letters. It occurred to me that she seemed flattered by this because her cheeks flushed a deep red.
"I'm Arianne."
I grinned at this, as if excited by the mere mention of her name. "Well I'm"
"Freddie," she cut me off, still grinning. "I know. You told me remember?"
"Yes. I do. Now I mean I remembered before but, um" I didn't know what else to say. So I waved my hand a little bit, and then turned to my room. I heard the door shut behind me and I looked up at Jameson, dumbfounded. He seemed to share my amazement because his mouth was slightly ajar as well as mine.
"She" I started, lamely. "She was amazing."
Suddenly Jameson laughed. "That's what I gathered"
I frowned up at his mocking, and then turned towards my room. Here we go. 154. The start of a new life. And I had a gut feeling that it would include Arianne.
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 3
Chapter Two-Arianne
The next day, I woke up with a start. I had just dreamed about my mom. She was walking down the stairs in our house when suddenly, someone burst through the door with a black mask. She ran down as fast as she could and tried to grab me, but the man got to her before she could. Another man came in and rushed toward me. Then I blacked out and the next thing I know is I'm in a police station and my mother is dead. The man in the mask shot her. Luckily, the police found him nearby and arrested him. The police told me that it was my dad. I hadn't seen him in months, and my mom told me that he was on a business trip. I found that strange at my tender age because he never wore a suit I was recovering at the police station when suddenly, to my astonishment, I saw Freddie walking toward me, arms wide open. That's when I woke up. I wiped the sweat off of my face and got out of bed. That dream shook me up more than I wanted to. I hopped into the shower and let the hot water pour over my body; down every curve, every pore, every muscle, until I felt completely relaxed. The part about my mom dying wasn't the part that scared me. I had nightmares about that all the time. It had only been ten years, okay? Yes. The dream was actually not a dream. It was a nightmare. And that's all I can remember from that time. Before it, yes. After it, yes. But for some reason I couldn't remember anything else. Maybe that was a good thing.
I was getting dressed when I remembered who was there at the police station; Freddie. I shook my head slightly; getting those thoughts out of my head and conscience.
The scary part; I had always wished that instead of my uncle coming through the door, that it was someone that I actually cared about. Someone that I loved with all my heart. And then, there came Freddie. I couldn't love him! How could I? I met him last night! I needed to stop thinking about it. Things like that really took a lot of my thought process away and I needed to have my entire mind here if I was going to be seeing Freddie any time soon.
That next day was definitely a busy one. I didn't get any more knocks on my door from Freddie, and I was starting to believe that it was a very good thing. The effect he had on me was absolutely astounding. I didn't usually dream about people unless they made an extreme effect upon my life in some way. My mom, my dad my aunt and uncle why Freddie?
Thoughts like these filled my mind as I made my way down to my first class, Home Ec. It was for general ed., and I thought it was probably a good class to take, seeing as I how I would be cooking for myself the rest of my life. Besides, I liked cooking.
The class was pretty full, seeing as how I got in late. I searched the room for an open seat. No. No. Way. This probably sounds so very cliché, but I swear the only spot open was right next to the ominous Freddie. I seriously almost walked out of the classroom right then and there.
Freddie looked up and we made eye contact. I wanted to give him the most evil look I could possibly muster. Curse him for making my life complicated! Why did he
"Miss Weathers?" My professor, Mrs. McCabe said calmly, breaking into my thoughts. "Please take a seat. The class is about to begin."
I nodded solemnly and walked over to my doom. Freddie wasn't looking at me, thank God, and I put my stuff down under the seat. All I could feel was this incredible heat coming directly from his body. It was definitely impossible to forget about him right now
I snapped myself out of thinking about him and chastised myself for doing it. 'Shape up, Arie.' I thought to myself bitterly. 'He's just a random guy that you met last night. It's not like he feels the same way.' Then came the pain. It was subtle. Very small and innocent at first, but it grew larger as I realized the truth. He wouldn't feel the same way, ever. And that sickened me more than I would have liked it to. I was staring at my professor and rubbing my head, trying to pay attention, when suddenly I felt someone bump my elbow. I looked down and saw Freddie's arm next to mine.
The exhilaration of my body was too immense to describe, and I literally had to grab my arm to keep it from exploding! Freddie bumped me again, and I inwardly cursed him for being so drop dead gorgeous.
"Hey!" I heard him whisper. "Arianne."
Could it be!? Casually, I looked at his face and saw him smiling at me. The light seemed to bring out his eyes all the more than it had in the dimly lit hallway. I found myself smiling at him. It seemed to be a reaction to his face. I couldn't help but smile.
"Yes?" I whispered back, still smiling.
"Hey." He casually said, then grinned and leaned back in his chair, still making eye contact with me.
I felt my cheeks bloom and I looked down at my notebook. All that was there was, well, nothing was there. I then remembered that I needed to focus. I looked back at Freddie once more, who was still smiling broadly at me, flushed all the more, and then turned my attention back toward Mrs. McCabe; as best I could, under these circumstances. However, about five seconds later:
"Arianne."
This time, I turned my head to him a little bit more sharply and whispered, "What?" Again, I couldn't help but smile. He was smiling too, and I watched his luscious lips as they parted to speak.
"What's your next class?"
I found myself rolling my eyes and answered, "Economics. Pay attention, Freddie." For a student who just entered mid-semester, he had a lot to catch up on. I looked back to my professor, but this time, fully knew what to expect.
"Arianne."
I smiled to myself, but didn't look at him. I really DID need to pay attention. I then felt Freddie's arm bump my elbow again, but this time he slid his notebook over to me. It said (in beautiful cursive, I must add) 'What's after that?'
I accidentally giggled and brought Mrs. McCabe's attention, on me. Crap.
"Silence please." She said to no-one in particular. Oh whatever, she was stari
ng right at me. I mouthed 'sorry' to her, then scooted Freddie's notebook away from me. This was getting to be a little bit risky. I promised my uncle when he brought me here, that I would get good grades in every class. If I didn't, he would stop paying for my bills; phone and car. If I didn't pay attention soon, then I knew there would be less social life then I already had. Focus, Arie. Focus.
Throughout the rest of the class, Freddie tried writing notes to me three more times, kicking me under the table, whispering my name repeatedly, and throwing a piece of paper at my head. Each time I smiled, I couldn't help but like the attention, then told him to pay attention. He didn't heed my commands; obviously. Finally, class was out and I was about to rush out of the class when Freddie stood up and stopped me. He was grinning down at me, and I couldn't help but smile. His green eyes twinkled as he asked, "Can I take you to your next class?"
This time, I laughed out loud. "No! If I let you distract me anymore than I already have, I'm not going to make it to any of my classes. Thanks, though." I gave him one last smile and then tried to move past him, but his hand grabbed my arm, and wouldn't let me through. I looked down at his hand on my arm, and desperately tried to ignore the raging currents that electrified my arm. I started to find it hard to breath. I needed to get away from this monster!
"Wait, wait, wait Speedy Gonzalez. Why are you trying to get away from me so fast?" A different look came to his evil eyes. "You're overwhelmed by my presence aren't you?"
I gasped; half at how he was so very accurate when it came to my feelings, and half because he actually had the nerve to say something like this to a girl who he met the night before. It suddenly seemed strange to me that I had only known him for less than twenty four hours it already seemed like months
"How dare you! Of course not, you moron! My next class starts in five minutes and it's almost all the way on the other side of the courtyard, up the stairs, down two halls, then four doors to the left. I really need to go." I urged, glancing at the clock. Crap.
"Hold on, just a minute." He said as he stopped my futile attempt once more. "What time is your lunch?" "1:30."
"Where?"
"Usually the courtyard." "Can I meet you there?"
"What?" As you could probably tell, I was in shock. First, a guy was actually holding my arm; a hot guy. Second, this hot guy wouldn't leave me alone. Third, he actually wanted to meet up with me? I realized I was gaping, and then shook my head slightly.
"Um, Sure? Bye." This time, he let me go, and I nearly jogged out of the now empty classroom. From across the courtyard, up the stairs, down two halls, and four doors to the left, I couldn't stop thinking about everything he said. It was like they were definitions, memorized in my head. I kept hearing him talking to me, asking me, talking, and asking! It was driving me crazy! I walked into my class, just on time, and breathed hard as I sat down. It was bittersweet for me that he wasn't here with me; I needed to focus.
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 4
Freddie
I smiled at Arianne as I watched her run out the door. It seemed to me that she wanted to be away from me, at all times. That was definitely NOT the effect I wanted to have on her. I couldn't wait until her class was over. I didn't have any other classes right now, so I checked my surroundings and found a secluded place where I could talk to Jameson in private. I told him I would call-in after my first class. I found myself a small little garden and waited until the last couple stopped making out. At first I scowled, but then I thought about Arie. What I would give to kiss her like that! Alone at last, I pulled out my earpiece and pressed the button on the side.
This was no normal earpiece. This called Jameson and only Jameson. It was claimed to be the 'best earpiece in security', and I didn't have my doubts about that. It was no bigger than an iPod ear bud, and the clarity was unreal.
"Bonjour Prince Frederick."
"Jameson." I acknowledged quietly. "ou sont vous?" (Where are you?) I questioned in one of my countries language, French.
"Dans le jardin. Près le 'Court yard.'" In the garden, near the courtyard. I looked up at this was Jameson in this garden?
"Quel jardin?" Which garden? I questioned with a smile on my face.
"Je vous vois, Frederick. Tous est bien." I see you Frederick. All is well. That Jameson. He just had to be James Bond didn't he?
"Ah, merci Jameson. Saves-vous ? La fille, Arianne, est dans ma classe ??" Ah, thank you Jameson. Did you know, the girl Arianne was in my class?
"Oui," Jameson said, laughing. "Je sais tous." Yes. I know all.
Again, a smile broke out on my face. "Bien sur, Jameson. Ok. A biento´t." Of course, Jameson. Okay. Talk to you later.
"D'accord." Okay (agreed).
I pressed the button on the earpiece again, and checked my watch. I still had another 45 minutes before I was to meet Arianne in the courtyard. Before leaving, I looked for Jameson one last time. I saw a shiny part of a shoe behind a large tree. I smiled, and then saluted in that direction.
Walking into the courtyard met me with silence. I decided to just stay here while I waited. There was nobody here, and even though I had only been here for a day, I could tell that it was rare. I sighed as I thought about that real reason that I was here. War, jealousy, hatred; all fun little parts of my escape. I'm a prince, yes. But before you think about a spoiled little wretch, let me tell you this. Spoiled was a word that was rarely in my vocabulary as a child. Even though we lived in a castle, we lived modestly. We gave more than you could imagine to our villages. There were only about ten, but each was overpopulated, which caused many troubles. Our villages were in peace, until my parents died.
The thought of my parent's death panged a cut deep in my soul. I rubbed my head and my eyes became teary. Something must have gotten in them. I had only cried once; the night they were gone. I was with my date, Holda. She was a Duke's daughter from one of our larger villages, and my parents were trying to hook us up.
However, both of us were against it, and though she was a beautiful girl, she wasn't my type. And her being in love with someone else didn't help much. He was a commoner, she was telling me, tall, handsome, bright blue eyes. She told me that mine reminded her of his eyes because they were so clear. She wouldn't stop talking about this man, and remember thinking about how wonderful it would be to have someone in my life like that. Someone I adored, and who adored me. My parents only wanted me to be happy. Somewhere in between the beginning of Holda's description of the man and the end of it, my bodyguard, Jameson came rushing in with a look of terror on his face.
The castle was under attack, and my parents had been found dead; murdered by some crazy servant. He had gotten paid to do the dirty work but didn't have a chance to tell us who because he was shot while trying to escape. I didn't cry then, no; not until weeks after when I was at their funeral, and their ashes had been spread
at their desired location. It didn't seem to hit me until then; they were really gone.
After that, everything else seemed a nightmare. I received constant threats from an un-known source. Even my best agents couldn't seem to find out who the heck was behind all this. We had a suspect; an old uncle that could have been in line to rule, but I had never met him, and we couldn't pin anything on them. There was no proof. They covered their tracks so very well… It had to have been an inside job. Soon enough, the threats became so frequent that my secret service almost didn't even read them anymore. Then they attacked. It was a nice, sunny morning with the sun shining bright and the birds singing happily; like a nice wedding day in a movie. I was sitting at a table, looking over different eligible maidens to whom I should marry. I needed to find someone to rule with since the king and queen had passed on. I didn't like it, my kingdom didn't like it, but it was the law. Stupid rules. I had just sorted through the last of the papers when I heard an ear splitting explosion and I was rushed up to the helicopter on the roof. The enemies had bombed my castle and were going through trying to find me. Just as I flew awa
y, they reached the roof and started shooting at me with machine guns. We got away in the nick of time.
I decided to try and find someone in America who could be my queen. I was tired of the whole, 'I own a kingdom' type, so I made up my mind to find someone my age who was suitable to run a kingdom someone who was used to having a fancy life, and could deal with it.
Harvard came to my mind almost instantly. People who went there were usually at the top of the social ladder, or so I imagined. Any school which cost THAT much to attend; well let's just say it didn't take very long to direct the heli driver to this destination.