I'm a Prince, she's a commoner.
That should mean something, but it doesn't. She's all I want, all I've wanted for upwards of three years. But I can't do anything about it. I'm a generally confident person; I can take risks.
Not with her.
Her auburn hair, beautifully highlighted with brown and gold streaks. Her large, emerald eyes which contain so many emotions and light up when she's happy. You can always tell when she's happy, or when she's sad, based on her eyes.
Sirius would say I've gone soft. I disagree; I've always been like this. I'm just good at hiding it. It's getting increasingly difficult.
Every stray touch, every time her eyes light up and she hugs me.
She says I'm brave.
How can I be brave, if I'm too much of a coward to tell her that I like her?
I can still remember each and every detail from our initial confrontation.
"Come back here!" I heard someone say. I recognized that voice. It belonged to a redhead, who was in my political science class. She had green eyes. I'd always been good at noticing things.
I halted, but didn't turn around. I was frozen in place. I knew I knocked over her stuff, how could I have missed it. But I was late, and I had a lapse of judgment. "Pardon?" I said, as if I had no clue what I had done.
"You bumped into me"
"That I did" I was being an ass, and I knew it.
That was enough for her. "So what gives you the damn right to make me late for my second day of university! Not to mention, you skidded right past me, and would've never stopped had I not called out. And look at me when I talk to you!"
I turned around, and exhaled. She was right. I was wrong, I should've stopped. That didn't stop me from exerting even more idiocy. "Well, I am entitled. Can't do anything about that, but—" She cut me off.
She glared. Her eyes are so damn gorgeous. "No buts, explain to me, oh great one, why you think you're so special you can drop my stuff and not even murmur a hasty apology?"
I rubbed the back of my neck, making a few hairs stick out. She didn't know who I was; I could've kept it like that. But I wanted her to know me, I wanted to know her.
"I mean, I usually get a free pass, being a Prince. I shouldn't have done that though, that was shitty of me. Aren't you also headed to political science, though?" Finally, I said something halfway decent to this girl.
Her eyes widened in recognition. "Damn. Shit. Fuck. Are you really Prince James?"
"Erm, yeah" I stuttered out awkwardly.
"Damn, my bad. That was still shitty though"
Shit, I had never been treated this way before. Even if I was a total asshole, people still treated me with the utmost respect. Not her though. It was refreshing; it was exhilarating. I couldn't just part ways with her anymore. "Sorry. If it makes it up to you, I can carry your stuff, since we're headed to the same class"
"I guess" she replied hesitantly.
We were both late, so we had to sit in the back of Professor McGonagall's lecture room. Through the 2 hour lecture, I talked to her. She was genuine, she was beautiful. She was funny, she was easy to talk to. We were quickly inseparable.
