As One Becomes

Chapter 2 ~

An: Okiey, I post this chapter also. to give you some idea what my story really is.

Chapter 2 ~

School. This place Mathilde call as her 'personal enjoyment'. She is not popular but, you can say she's known, everyone knows her name, and who she is. She don't join the popular table, she have her own set of friends. The popular table consists of Jocks, cheerleaders, sluts, man-whore, royalties, et. Like him. The prince of Sweden. The prince is soon next in line to be King, he just need to find her bride to complete the picture.

"You're staring." her friend stated. Mathilde tear her gaze away and looked at her friend. "Are you interested? You know, to be his bride." her friend said with a questioning look. She just stared at her blankly. "No." stating the obvious "I'm just curious if he found her already. And is someone's interested. It should be you, Kate." she added, grinning at her. Kate has a huge crush at the prince. She particularly worship him. Talk about him every moment she has the chance, to the point Mathilde already knows the biography of the latter if she is asked.

Kate blushed, staring at the prince, "Right. So, did you know that his having an interest on a specific girl at the moment?" she asked, beaming at us and smiling from ear to ear. 

Mathilde didn't know about that. 'Told you she'd tell us' she thought to herself. She shrugged at her friend, "And why are you smiling like that?" she asked, confused. Suddenly her friend shrieked excitedly, "What if, maybe, its me!" she said happily, staring at the prince as if she's in trance.

Mathilde laughed at that. Loudly. The whole cafeteria stared at her. But she flipped them off, her friend pouted as if she's hurt. "Ouch. Thanks. Friend." Kate said, monotonously.

Mathilde smiled at her friend, "Just stop it, Kate. You know what I mean." 

"Yeah. Yeah. You are such a bitch sometimes." 

"Hey, just being real here. Someone needs to snap that dream of yours or else, you're going to hurt yourself." she said, taking a sip of her mocha. Kate was so obsessed that she became addicted to the prince.

Without the help of Mathilde, Kate will never overcome it and she might have gone to a rehab, I know, exag but, she really was. She still is obsessed but not like before. Its not a surprise, really, knowing the prince's ability is phenoromone. He is meant to be loved and because of it, he can control them through it. Be caught in his trance and your trap. But Mathilde will never be like that though, fact that she's a necromancer, also a controller, its a definite rule. 

"I know." Kate said softly.

Mathilde's eyes soften, 'Oh Kate' she thought. 

"Where's that geek friend of ours?" Mathilde said, changing the subject. 

And as if an instant, their geek friend came. "Hey, gals." Nicole. They turned to her. 

"sup" Mathilde greeted.

"Hey, Nicky. Did you heard the news? Prince has an interest on a girl now. Do you think she's the one?" - Kate.

"Oh, is that so." Nicole replied, with uninterested tone, keeping her eyes on her book--manga. She's an otaku. Well, she looks like one. Mathilde and Kate refer her as a geek cause she also acts like one, just that instead of books, its manga.

They talked mildy--Kate talked while Mathilde and Nicole just nod and give a slight comment if needed.

The whole cafeteria suddenly subsides from noise, even Kate, Nicole stared, a little shocked and Mathilde stared blankly. 

The prince is walking towards our direction, his friend is shocked but he then followed. They stopped on our table, put their tray down, and settled themselves comfortably. The prince beside me, his friend across, beside Nicole, who turns her attention back on her manga, slightly tense. Kate was staring balantly in awe at the prince, jaw dropped.

Mathilde smiled politely--being polite is the only thing she could do at the moment. "My grace, not to be rude but may I ask why you're here?"

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but last time I checked, this is also my school. I've been here since grade school." the prince responded nonchantly.

"What I mean is, why are you sitting in here and not in your usual table?" Mathilde glared a little, showing her distaste on the prince's responce and urging him to answer properly.

The prince looked at her and smiled, flashing his boyish smile. "Because I can, Ms.Desiree."

Mathilde's smile twitched a little that made the prince smile wider. 

"But your frien---" the prince put his finger on Mathilde's lips, face closer to her, effectively shutting her, Mathilde narrowed her eyes at him. "No buts, Ms. Desiree. I want to sit here." he said, "With you." he whispered so only she can heard. "So, I did." Mathilde can feel his breath, lips only inches away from hers. She was stucked frozen in a shocked state. 

The prince grinned, standing up, the whispers and murmurs that have started when the prince almost kiss Mathilde subsides. "I choose Ms. Mathilde Dominique Desiree." Few words. One sentence. Deep meaning. Hard change. The beginning. The start.