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Please enjoy as much as I like writing it! I really, really, really strongly ship Hood and Duchess! So you will be seeing quite a bit of that as well as Dex and Raven! MY goodness, I really can not wait until they introduce Sparrow Hood in EAH!
"What is your secret?"
Hmm? Secret? "What do you mean?"
"You literally have girls swooning over you like an idol…"
Is that what that is called? "Eh…you mean them losing their shit when I bat an eyelash at them? That is child's play… These girls—most of these girls, are too easy…Believe me, it isn't hard to do." He smiled gently to his envious friend and chuckled a little. "Be debonair…whisper a few sweet nothings, smell nice and flash an inviting smile and they coming running… Maybe you try too hard."
"Girls are just a different breed…they all have too high of standards so us common folk can't compete—everyone wants a prince charming…" Hopper stated as he leaned into his hands with his chin and just sighed in defeat.
"Dude…you are the son of royalty, what are you talking about?" Sparrow had to chuckle if only a little as he watched the male for a moment; his eyes scanning the castleteria—catching some towards him in the process. It isn't hard to seek out the desperate… stare into their eyes and capture their heart—it isn't like they need it if they would be so willing as to give it to every male they see… "You think every girl wants someone like Daring Charming? A great smile, perfect skin, blonde tall and handsome who catches damsels falling from the sky?"
"…Well, yeah. Kind of. From what I have seen and heard, The Charming's have been doing it for eons."
Sparrow shook his head to the guy and just sighed; leaning back into his seat and looked to his goblet of juice. "You tell me what else he has going for him aside from his features… Brains?" He had to laugh. "You are looking at the wrong girls if all they want is a trophy with a personality that is stale and over-seasoned… You will never be a Prince Charming, Hopper. I am sorry to say… but exactly who are you trying to get to notice you?"
Hopper eyed the girl who sat a few tables away from them, which probably was the spark for this conversation. "Her… I can't get her out of my mind. She is gorgeous and fun—she is—"
"Dancing on the table and singing in… Pig Latin?" Sparrow raised a brow as he looked to the girl Hopper was pointing to—his thought was on the girl with the wild hair, dancing with her rat and singing some sort of song in some weird language. She looked rather busy in appearance; with a tilt of his head, he could kind of see—if only a little, why he was attracted to her. "Well…I don't think you would have to worry about being another Daring with her—"
"No! No! Not her! …Her… the one with the roses." Hopper motioned towards the brunette who was looking into her compact and laughing at the antics the other girl was putting on.
He raised a brow and looked towards the girl before a smirk danced across his handsome face; shaking his head as he chuckled a bit. "Ah…. Briar. I see now…" Heh...
"You know her?"
"I know of her… she is in one of my classes. Can't recall which one though and our lockers are beside each other…" Man…do I know of her… those luscious lips can make a man's knees weak. Or maybe it is the way she rake her nails across my back when we fuc—
Sparrow quickly got out of his train of thought and cleared his throat as he looked to the confused face of Hopper. "…She is an alright girl…from what I've seen. But you have to step up your game if you are going to try to woo her. You may be suave when you are a frog but you have to have confidence and step up to her without faltering as a man—go in strong and she will come to appreciate you…" He smiled to the prince as he continued talking about the girl he thought he knew, but became thrown off suddenly.
The dark haired male looked around the hall as his nose was under attack by a whiff of something crisp and rather clean. It was perfume of some kind and seemed to come from no direction until a mass of white and gray invaded his sight; knocking his focus off balance.
What the hell…?
His attention was gathered by the flock of white clad maidens giggling among themselves as they seemed to trailing someone ahead. The group seemed in unison; each step feather light and graceful.
"Uh… Sparrow?" Hopped looked to his occupied looking friend with a raised brow. "You ok?"
Who is that?
Sparrow was trying to match the scent to the face; maneuvering his eyes through the tight spaces of the group to gather a glimpse of a slightly taller beauty. Why have I not seen you before…?
It was instantaneously that those who happened to be around her kept their eyes on her as well as their voices low. It was if she demanded it; it didn't seem to bother her in the least—in fact it looked as if she preferred it.
The group maneuvered through the parted crowds and to a newly acquired empty table where the beauty took a seat; a dagger like gaze lifted up to Sparrow—piercing into him like she would anyone else who dared to look at her.
He gasped; his jaw dropped a little as he felt an arrow pierce savagely through his heart. "…Who….who is that?" He couldn't catch his breath as the female continued on her conversation with her group.
"Who?" Hopper turned slowly to where Sparrow was looking at and saw the group of white in the distance. "That is…ummmm….Shit, I forgot. She is in my Literature class, I believe-really….Quie—Hey! Where you going?" Hopper asked in confusion as Sparrow moved to get up and walk over to the group.
Sparrow didn't hear a thing Hopper was saying or anyone in that matter. He moved his way through the crowed lunchroom; his dark eyes hungrily on her person as he watched every syllable escaped her delicious looking mouth. Her porcelain, alabaster colored skin reflected light gently and clouded his mind like a hymn; pulling him closer as he became familiar with her perfume. Her voice sounded confident and powerful by the way she spoke to her group about rehearsal or something and they listened willingly.
It was a weird feeling he got; he thought he knew of most of the girls in the school—each one special in their own way much like assorted candies and chocolates, but her—something about her screamed pride, rarity and superiority and he wanted to get to know her, whoever this girl was.
Sparrow combed back his luscious dark hair with his fingers to the back of his head and cleared his throat as the space was closing in between them. He nearly faltered a little when those dark eyes shot up at him. Her gaze held him and the longer his eyes remained on her; the more intense approaching her seemed to get.
Those eyes… I would remember those eyes… "Hey…." He raised a hand to the sitting girl. Her group all looked to the male with a small giggle and their leader—well she didn't seem impressed.
"Get to the point boy….what is it that you want?"
She was bold. She was not one to beat around the bush—it was different, rather different to what Sparrow had been used to.
"I just wanted to say hi." He smiled to her kindly and welcomingly; a smile that would set girls in his bed instantly, but with this girl she remained unfazed.
The girl raised her brow towards the male before cocking her head a little higher. A higher status spewed from her pores and the air about her became rather thick. "Go away…" She didn't bat an eyelash as she said it; her tone sent shivers down his spine and he didn't know how to react.
"My name is Sparrow… I don't know if we had met before…"
The girl nodded to her group as they all stood up now and got back into some form like a flock. She rose to her feather like heel and took a deep breath; her back towards Sparrow as they stood on the other side of the table. "Your name matters to me none…stop wasting your breath…" It sounded like a threat as she gave him the satisfaction of another glare and without another word she vanished into the hallways of the school somewhere.
Damn… It felt like ice surrounded him; colder eyes stayed on him every time he blinked and her image became a brand on his brain. Man… was all he could muster to think as he chuckled to himself a little. It was rather a new experience for him to not even get the chance of getting a name out of her. He had never felt so tongue tied in talking to a girl—that feeling gave him a new purpose to stay in the school a little longer.
"Hey...you ok?" Hopped approached him after some time with a raised brow as he witnessed what had happened. "You didn't get poisoned, did you?"
It took a moment to process what was being said to him; standing in the center of the lunch room right in front of the girl who left her icy dagger in his chest.
Who was she? Man…who was she? I need to find out…
"Hey….Sparrow…Earth to Sparrow!"
"Hmm?" He finally stirred as the bell rung for class and he accompanied Hopper to their next class, his mind going back to the not so distressed damsel.
Coming up next: She wants what she can not have. Royal to Rebel may have to be her choice if she wants to achieve her own Happily Ever After..