First encounter

Chapter 2

"No! I'm the only one being summoned, eh!" I said. They weren't offended by me because they just grinned. So weird. Everyone shouted, eh.

"I'm one point, Giu. I have seen Cashren's angry emotions!” I rolled my eyes "Just tell us that, Cashren!" I just covered my ears and went out.

While I was walking towards the faculty room, I met someone who was a student and even though I avoided him to avoid bumping into me, I still bumped into him. He dropped something. He doesn't care if he bumps into someone.

"You were given eyes to see. I think it's better for people who are deprived of seeing the world because they are more careful than us," I said coldly.

I don't know him, maybe he is our senior. Just by his appearance, I knew he was not serious about his studies. His necktie and even his coat are not in order.

"What did you say?" he asked me hostilely.

"Don't blind people have small sticks or sticks so they don't bump into people or things? But those of us who see are still the ones who are not careful about what we are walking. Don't you ever wonder why some people have accidents? Because they don't know how to look at what they are passing by," I said firmly and he stepped closer to me.

Before he could get close to me, I looked at the things he had dropped earlier. The corner of my lips rose and I quickly picked it up.

"You..."

"I'm going to the faculty room now. What if I report them to them? Which came directly from...” I read the name on his clothes. "Mr. Lacson. Your last name is familiar to me," I said and smirked at him.

"Hist. You have a day with me too, kid," he said and my face crumpled. He called me kid? While he is the younger of the two of us, eh.

I looked at the two things I was holding. Cigarettes and lighters. Bad influence value that one. I just hope he doesn't have any friends so no one will sympathize with his nonsense. Pss You should avoid such people.

I stared at the lighter. How to use it, but when I was about to try it, I jumped in shock. "That is a very bad act. Based on your uniform you're just in senior high and you're still in 11th grade but look at you. Are you using that? Did you know that your liver will burn if you use that?" His voice was cold, I think it was colder than ice, which made the hairs on my body stand up.

I looked at that man only to make my heart beat faster. His face... He had a square face that fit his undercut hair with a mix blonde and black color. His beautiful hazel green eyes are so cold and blank. His long pointy nose, and his naturally reddish lips that are partly a bit. He's such a beautiful man but he doesn't have any facial expression, an emotionless guy. Even his aura was very dark.

Okay, he's handsome. But too caring.

"Who told you I use this?" I asked him. He's wearing his maroon coat and white longsleeve with its two buttons open, a maroon slacks and white sneakers. Instead he wore his leather shoes, he actually wore sneakers.

Based on his looks, he is not a Filipino. Maybe a foreigner.

"Are the things you hold not proof yet?" he asked me. I want to smile at him but I don't want to because his presence is terrifying.

"Do you base only on what you see to prove something that someone did? Not just because of your own observation? Because not everything we see is true. Let's not judge quickly because we don't know anything yet," I said in a cold voice. I can't even say to myself that he is a bad person because his face is the boss even if there is no facial expression.

"Kid, not all people too have a time for observation and knowing a person better," he said as he stepped towards me. "Why should we waste things that aren't really important? Admit it or not, we're also bored in someone's life, right? Especially if he or she is a dramatic person.” Okay, fine. He had a point in what he said.

Sometimes we can't help but be bored in someone's life. But that doesn't mean that we will judge them immediately, that easily.

"Don't you think what you're doing now is just wasting your time?" I fired back.

"I got time, so you're lucky, and besides, it's my first time to see a student smoking and a girl. Don't you think that's interesting?” Where is the interesting thing? What is he really saying, eh?

"Who are you and why are you interfering in other people's lives?" To be honest, my blood has been boiling for him.

"Me? I just don't mind my business today, uhm... I mean to say whatever. I also want to know what the students are doing here and is it worth it being my father's sponsor. Because of all the schools why did he even choose this? A private school instead of public because they need it more, right?”

"Why are you asking me that? Why not your father's?" I asked him rudely and this argument we are doing is just a waste of time. So I turned my back on him. Prof Eldeyor and I should be talking, not that man.

“Hey, kid. Are you cussing me?!” he shouted and I just cried. I speed up my walk but I can feel his presence following me.

I know he didn't understand what I said. Because it is obvious to him that he does not know how to speak our language.

I also reached the faculty room and Prof Eldeyor was there. "Cashren." He even smiled when he saw me.

"Are you calling me, Prof?"

"Yes, I only have a favor, Cashren and I know you're the only one I can ask for a favor for this," she said. What could that be?

"What is that, Professor?" I asked her.

"Because our sponsor's son is here and he will be here for a while. Because he will attend our event next month. Uhm, I would like you to tour our school and join him, hmm?” What? Out of all the students here, he still chose me? Why?

"I believe that our seniors can do that. I am not, Prof," I refused. There are many students who are one year ahead of me, so why am I still in 11th grade?

"No, Cashren. This person is not just the son of our sponsor... I just don't want it... It's only going to be a mess if I leave this to someone else. He might not like your seniors' attitude," she reasoned out. How about my attitude? I'm not an approachable person and I don't know how to entertain them either "What about me, Prof? You know my behavior," I said.

"I know that, Cashren. You are cold but calm. You will not fail us here.” Does he really trust me?

"Prof. Elder." His eyes widened when he saw the person who spoke behind me. Just by that voice I knew who spoke.

"Sir Lindbergh." Lindbergh?

"Is he the guy you're referring to, Prof?" I asked our professor and looked at the man who was looking at me.

"Do you know him, Cashren?" he asked in surprise.

"Prof, he is doubting our school and if his father's sponsor is worth it. We will only fight if you include me with that guy. So, choose someone else not me, I suggest," I promised firmly and hoped he would listen to me.

"I like her, Prof. Elder. Is she the student you chose to take with me?” Why do I have a different understanding of what he said 'to take with me?' tss. He should also clarify what he said. Why did he use such terms? Pss

"I did not agree," I told him and I even looked at him.

“Cashren. This is for our school.”

"I don't know how to communicate, and you might just fail, Prof," I reasoned out.

"Please... Only you can really help us."

I almost stomped when I couldn't do anything but agree. Why did he choose me? It's okay if it's a man, right? So that there is no problem.

"Hey, kids"

"Don't call me that, I'm not a kid," I said coldly but my voice was calm.

“Okay, little kitten...”

"Do I look like a cat in your eyes, huh?!" I couldn't stop asking him with a loud voice and I really meant not to speak English just to tease him.

"Kitten, I don't know how to speak in your language. Just English.”

"Whatever," I said.

"Cashren! You're here too!”

"Wait, who's with you?" I stood up when the cousin arrived.

"Entertain that man," I said and pointed to the man I didn't even know.

"What... That's a shame, Cashren..."

"Is that your boyfriend?"

"I'm not in a relationship with a foreigner," I promised.

Honestly speaking, I don't care about that man even though he is the son of our school's sponsor. I have no obligation because it's up to our president..

I'm just a student and I have nothing to do with them. In my haste, I bumped into someone.

"Oh, who among us isn't careful where we're going now, kid?"

"What's your problem, dude?" I asked him.

"Where is the one you took from me earlier?" he asked me and suddenly he grabbed my waist because our blouse had a pocket. I even recoiled in shock.

"You..."

“Are Filipinos like this? No respect for women?”

"And who the hell are you?"

"Xenus Maicodel Levanna-Lindbergh is the name."

What? Xenus? Xenus Maicodel? Wait... Isn't he the prince of Denmark that I read about in the article? Or maybe I just made a mistake? Because that's impossible!

“Xenus Maicodel Levanna-Lindbergh? That's your full name? Are you from Denmark?” I asked him. Because he doesn't have a picture, eh.

“Xenus Maicodel Levanna Lindbergh? That's your full name? Are you from Denmark?”

"Uh... Yeah, that's me and...yes, I uhm...from Denmark," he stammered. I frowned because he didn't want to tell the truth that he was the person I was talking about.

The man quickly grabbed the cigarette and his lighter from me. "No wonder you have boyfriends and girlfriends. Both of you care," he said to us. He gave us a bad look then left. This man was about to chase when I pulled his arm to stop him.

"Let him be, and you, find another student who can tour you inside of our university," I said and was about to leave when he spoke.

"Kitten, do you know that when a person knows who I am and where I come from, she will be taken to Denmark to serve there? No one will know about that so you will be forced to go with us," he said. Is he threatening me? Because I'm not afraid of that.

"Do I care about that? I don't care about you either, I also know that you are a fake prince, just maybe,” I blurted out and shrugged my shoulder.

"Hey, that's below the belt and what you're doing now is an insult to me. Do you want your professor to know this? Or the president of your school?”

"Are you a real prince or just a fake?"

"How do you know that the prince named Xenus Maicodel Levanna Lindbergh is indeed?"

"We are no longer interested in the royal family. Just out of curiosity I was reading about that and one of those names I remember belonged to a royal family and their kingdom was in Denmark. So...”

"Wow, that's great. I feel special," he said as he clapped his hands. I rolled my eyes.

I have no choice but to accompany him. I thought I would be able to talk to him because he might be a talkative boy but he was quiet the whole time we were together and he had seen every corner of our school.

"Do you often come here to the Philippines?" I broke our silence.

“Hmm, only occasionally. If there is an important event that I become my father's representative," he replied.

"What do you think of the Philippines?"

"Cars are noisy, there is air pollution. But the Philippines is alive and well, because of the Filipinos who you can see the hard work, dedication and despite their hardships they are still able to cope, you know. You guys are fun to look at, no offense. But I like it here because not everyone likes a quiet place because you'll just get bored. Here in your country, no matter where you go, it's still fun," he said at length.

"That's fine," I just said.

"Do you want to come with me to Denmark?" suddenly he will invite me. My eyebrows meet.

"Are you serious about that?" I asked him in disbelief.

"I never joke."

"I don't know about you."

“Be my queen...”

"You're not funny anymore," I said with a frown "But on second thought, I have a girl in my heart. But you are more beautiful than her," he flattered me again. "Thank you for giving me enough of your time. Here, take this... A simple gift for you.” I held out my palm to catch the necklace he was about to give me and looked at it carefully.

"What is this?" I asked him. “A black crown pendant?” There is also an initial on it. X.M.L-L. "Why---"

"No more questions. See you at the party, Kitten,” he said and then he left me where I was standing. That man... Pss.

To Be Continued...