Dear Prince Charming

Chapter 4

It was almost like an indirect rejection. He didn't feel anything, obviously since he wasn't as flustered as I was. I dragged myself down the hallway, over to the front to where my dad would be waiting. I fell deep into my thoughts, and the world around me became a blur.

A strong, warm hand entwined into mine, and I almost leaped three feet into the air, if the hand wasn't holding me down in the first place. Could it be? Had he actually been affected by that moment, too?

"Oh, Chad, you scared me!" I playfully slapped his arm with my free hand.

Only it wasn't Chad next to me.

My eyes widened at the figure standing before me. "David? Why... Why are you here?" I untangled my hand from his and stumbled back a few steps. I looked up and met his eyes, which were practically glowing a beautiful cerulean blue. I watched him as he scanned me up and down, nodding. I felt my face heat up, and I was sure I was that same tomato face as before.

"I never got your name, gorgeous," he winked, "but apparently, you got mine." He took a step towards me, his eyes locked onto mine. I nervously shifted my gaze left and right and bit my lip, a habit born out of anxiety.

"David, this isn't the time to be messing with me. It's late and I want to go home. You should probably go home. We should ALL go home, don't you think?" I laughed nervously, and backed up until I hit the wall.

His hand slammed into the wall, a couple of inches from my head. His arm blocked my left side, with the small sinking light from the door in the same direction. He leaned in closer to me, and I could feel his breath, hot on my face, and minty, no doubt he had just chewed some sort of gum.

"So, what's your name?" He smirked, that same smirk that got me hooked on Chad's face in the first place.

"Ella..." I stared down at my feet. Looking into his eyes with so little distance between us was just too overwhelming.

"Ella, is it? Like Cinderella? Where's your prince? " He leaned in closer to me, his gaze flickered towards my lips.

Was he... Was he going to KISS me? My breath caught in my throat. This could not be happening.

I held my breath, not knowing if I should accept it or push him away, but as soon as I lifted my arms, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them against the wall.

"No, no, Ella. Don't do that." He stopped, a millimeter away from my lips.

He paused, as if an invisible wall was suddenly placed between us.

"Better now?" He pulled back and smiled.

That smile was godly. A dimple appeared on his right cheek and his eyes lit up, mixing between his originial cerulean and a lively cyan.

"Sorry about that, but girls are prettier when they're not troubled. I hoped that would take your mind off of it. I don't know if it worked. See ya." With that, he waved and walked the opposite direction of me, back to the theatre classroom.

I stared at his back as he disappeared along the corner of the hallway. Should I be mad at him? Honestly, I feel grateful that he was there and noticed I was... Not me.

My heart raced at what just happened. What had happened? I felt like that moment had brainwashed everything out of my mind, except for that small encounter.

Small? That was an understatement.

His eyes flashed through my mind, such a beautiful cerulean blue that I was melting all over again.

I walked slowly towards the two doors, my mind still processing what was happening, or what just happened. 

I would've even kept up the slow place if I hadn't remembered my poor dad waiting out there in the sun in a small, compact space we call a car. I picked up my pace.

I stumbled out of the door, and sure enough I found my dad parked by the school's exit. He waved enthusiastically in my direction. I jogged over to him and apologized for my late arrival.

"Sorry, Dad, have you been here long?"

My dad let out a hearty laugh, "I'd say yes to make you feel guilty, but I actually just got here!"

I smiled at my dad. He was such a happy spirit it was impossible to be bummed out around him. I climbed into the front seat and threw my bag in the back.

The drive home was far from silent, since my dad was singing along to his David Pomeranz CD. I stared out the window, rocking my head slowly, side to side, to my dad's singing.

I tuned out for a bit, and I remembered his blue eyes, his smile, that dimple, and his voice. I felt my heart squeeze a little, and I jumped, more like twitched, in confusion.

What was this?

I saw my dad turn to look at me, and he cocked his head to the side, questioningly. I shook my head and forced a smile, then quickly turned back to the window and clutched my chest.

Stop it, I thought to myself, you've only talked to him for one day! Get a grip on yourself!

If only we listened to ourselves.

A/N: Wow okay so my phone won't cooperate with my tablet and apparently this chapter came out in one giant blob! Wonderful. I don't update often because I have no inspiration... T~T I hope this chapter was ehhh-okay ;D Bye thanks for reading ^.^