DISCLAIMER: This isn't really about a princess, I just experimented with the beginning. :D

Once upon a time in a suburb far away, there lived a young princess named Claire. Only this princess didn't have the luxury of having maids, golden plated dresses and big castles. All she had was a regular house and a regular life. She did have a prince charming, though. His name is Patrick Stump. Only Patrick Stump wasn't head over heals for her, as she thought. She was though. She just didn't have the guts to tell him.

Claire didn't have a private tutor to tell her everything she needs to know. She learned it in Wilmette High. A regular high school filled with regular kids. Unlike other princesses with their explicit beauty and charisma, she went unnoticed. She wasn't ugly, but she wasn't a Barbie doll, either. She was just plain and regular Claire.

I am Claire. I'm a princess struggling to get out of a regular world. A world I was destined to live in. A world where I am forced to live a normal and slow paced life. The only problem is I am not of royal blood. I'm not really a princess. I just wish I was one.

I don't have a problem growing up in a small town like Wilmette, Illinois. The thing is, in my life, it's usually just school, chores and television. I don't really go out much. I don't have that many friends and I have no interest in boys. Well, except for one.

His name is Patrick Stump. I don't really know much about him. I usually just stare at the back of his head during English class, feel awkward beside him in Chemistry class and stay far away from him in PE class--just to stare from afar. Let's face it; I'm not that good with boys.

Most girls chase after quarterbacks, that's what makes me different from them. Patrick wasn't a jock, he was... mysterious. I mostly kept quiet and wrote things in his notebook. Once I asked him for a pen and he smiled shyly at me then turned away quickly. He was shy, I think. But he was very good looking. "Stump is really cute if only he breaks out of his bubble." My best friend, Samantha once said.

Maybe that's what makes me draw closer to him. His mystery, his shadowed personality, his blurred aura. I'm so determined to burst his bubble if only I wasn't so shy and quiet myself.

"Sam, it's lost!" I frantically said as I searched for my heart-shaped key necklace in my locker. You just have no idea how important that is to me. I was sure I had left it here right before I went off to Health class this morning. Now it's lost.

"Are you sure you left it here?" Sam asked casually. She was always like this. She took things calmly. That's what I like about her. She's able to balance my--air quotes--anxiety with here serene attitude.

"Are you looking for this?" I heard someone behind me say. I turned swiftly around almost hitting my face on my locker door. Patrick was dangling my necklace in his hand.

"Yes, thank you." I flushed as I got the necklace from his hand. He smiled a small smile before walking away. I just stared at his back for five more seconds before turning to face Sam who was smiling suggestively.

My head started spinning and realized that I wasn't breathing. I gasped for air and Sam giggled.

"You should've seen your face when you saw it was him," Sam laughed. "You were red as a tomato."

"Yeah, well, it was kinda embarrassing, really." I replied.

"You know, he's kind of cute," Sam said after a few seconds. We were struggling our way through the crowded corridor to Geometry class. "He's just a little, weird."

Yup, this is high school, where being quiet is being weird. "He's not weird. He's just really, shy, I guess."

"Ah! So you do like him!" Sam exclaimed. Sam always tells me about this theory that I like Patrick but I would always laugh as a response. No one really knows that I like Patrick, and it's going to stay that way.

"Sam!" I exclaimed back. "You always say that." I faked a laugh. I'm so good at this that it almost sounded convincing even to my own ears.

"Just a theory." She shrugged as we went inside the classroom and got seated at our usual seats, far back.

I didn't really like Geometry. I hate memorizing postulates and theorems. Also, I use Geometry as an excuse to hate the teacher. Everyone does, don't they?

The class went in a blur and soon it was lunch time. Sam and I went to the cafeteria dodging people who were horsing around in the hallways. The cafeteria was no better. People were everywhere. Chatting, eating and playing God knows what.

I heard Sam groan. "You think people raised chimpanzees" I heard her mutter under her breath, but I wasn't paying attention to her little rant.

There were a hundred faces in the cafeteria but only one stood out. Patrick Stump sat on one of the tables at the central eastern side of the large hall with some of his friends. Unlike him, who was staring out the sunlit window, his friends were talking animatedly at each other, laughing. The sun on his face made him glow in a warm kind of way. Then as if on cue, his gaze turned unexpectedly on mine. Embarrassed, I looked down.

"What are you having, dear?" The lunch lady asked. I was too busy staring that I didn't realize we were already next in line for our food. It took me a while to absorb what she had said.

"Oh," I said as I shook my head a bit. "Just a can of soda, please." I smiled.

"Are you sure?" She asked handing me my soda. I nodded and followed Sam to our table.

As I sat down, I couldn't help but to look at Patrick's table. To my great surprise--and horror--everyone at his table was looking at me, except for him. I looked down again, flushed. My breathing came in uneven gasps.

"Claire, are you okay?" Sam asked full of worry in her voice. "You look a little, flushed."

I looked up at her and smiled. "No, I'm okay." I looked at her food in disgust. She followed my gaze and groaned.

"I know, how could anyone eat this thing." She said looking at it in disgust, too. "Is this even a thing?" She pushed her try away.

"Oh please, don't push that towards me." I said as I felt my stomach flip. I wasn't even sure if it was really because of the food. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

Sam looked at me, alarmed. "I was kidding." I said as I rolled my eyes. She sighed.

Instinctively, I peered over Patrick's table through under my lashes. They seemed to be back to there conversation and Patrick seemed to be back to his gazing. I sighed being careful not to let Sam hear.

"Hey, guys." I looked up to see Adam sitting beside Sam. I could almost hear Sam's heart beating faster. She has the biggest crush on Adam. Actually, everyone does. Who wouldn't? Adam's captain of the football team, rich, smart and very handsome.

He looked at Sam, who was looking down at her tray that she has insulted a while ago. "You okay, Sam?" He asked looking worried. Sam did look as if she was about to throw up and she looked really pink.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Sam said peering sideways at him. He looked at me with questioning eyes. I just shrugged and drank a bit of my soda.

"I'm having a party this weekend," Adam started. Sam head shot up. "Everyone's invited and, I especially want both of you to be there, alright?" Adam said looking at directly into Sam's eyes. They both blushed.

"Okay," Sam smiled. "We'll be there."

"Great." Adam said standing up. "See you there." He winked at Sam who in turn blushed and looked down. Once Adam was out of earshot, she giggled loud enough for the next table to hear.

"He likes you." I told Sam giggling with her, but in a quieter kind of way.

"You really think so?" She asked with hopeful eyes.

"I know so."