The Prince and His Pauper

Chapter 3: The Prince at Lunch

Cassiel Fairbairn. . . The boy at the front office. . . No wonder he looked familiar. . . He's the new kid that stood outside the school's doors. He has fourth period and lunch hour with me. I wonder what other classes we will have together?

"Hey! Antonio! Hello! Earth to Antonio!" Thomas shouts in front of me, waving his hand across my face.

"What is it?" I sigh, slightly annoyed that he interrupted my thinking.

"What are you thinking so hard about? We kept calling your name, man." Thomas asks.

"The new kid." I answer vaguely. Which reminds me. . . I bring my hand up and smack the back of Thomas' head, hopefully knocking some sense into him.

"Ow! What the fuck was that for?!" Thomas shouts while he rubs his head.

"That was for being a nitwit." I reply calmly.

Thomas gives me a confused expression and tilts his head to the side, probably thinking back on all of previous actions. A minute or so passes before he shakes his head and glares at me. "I don't know what you're talking about." He defends himself.

"What you did to the new kid is unacceptable and completely foolish of you. You are almost eighteen years old at the end of August and your stunt only shows how low your level of maturity is standing." I lecture with every one of my so called friends' eyes stare at me in bewilderment.

"It was just a joke, man. Lighten up. Look, I'm sorry I tripped him in front of you but come on! He's a nerd! I couldn't help it! I had to mess with him! There's so little nerds by themselves now, I didn't want to miss that once in a lifetime opportunity!" Thomas protests.

"That is not a valid reason for you to behave in such a way." I add.

"What's the big deal, Antonio? We're popular and he's so nerdy. What does it matter if I, captain of the football team, trip one weak nerd? Is it the end of the world? Huh?!" Thomas argues.

I could only stare at his idiotic face for his reasons were so archaic. He still believes in that old fashion ideology? Typical American boy. I shake my head and mutter, "I can't believe you....."

Thomas began to rant about how high school is characterize by Darwin's survival of the fitness where the rich and beautiful are clearly the strongest and with the most power while the weak and mediocre have nothing, but I droned him out, not at all interested by his perspective on high school.

Instead, my eyes roam around the cafeteria for those blue eyes I came to gaze an hour ago. Cassiel wasn't bad looking for a nerd. His pale skin complexion is flawless and looks soft to touch, his hair was neither too short nor too long and the color is a unique mix of blonde and a very light brown then his pale pink lips are small, most likely from not speaking often. His clothes make him look younger than he appears. He had on a black buttoned up shirt with the first two unbuttoned over a plain white shirt underneath it and a white hoodie over his shirt, black skinny jeans, and white vans.

Actually, if he removes those glasses from his face, I wouldn't be surprised if the girls go after him. He has the quiet shy persona that with those style of clothes he has and no glasses, another quiet girl would go for him. Enough. I can't think like this. . . Why am I thinking this way about one boy? I better get back to searching for him. . . I still have not found Cassiel anywhere in the cafeteria. I guess he is eating somewhere he can be alone. . . Good because I don't want Thomas to start his bullying ways again where I have to bring attention to myself. Again.

My ears suddenly picked up on the double doors opening loudly followed by some squeals and giggles that could only belong to one group. Leo's fanclub. I quickly get up where my little posse of "friends" question me.