Just But a Crown Prince

Chapter 3. Un Baiser Pour Vous

"Aw!" I squeaked.

"Pervert." she muttered angrily.

I was shell shocked. I have never been hit in my entire life. Not even a mosquito or a fly was allowed to touch me and here I am, both hands pressed on my left cheek easing the stingy feeling away. It felt hot, it must've been red now. That was a mean slap I must commend but that was totally out of reason for her to just slap me like that. And did she just called me pervert? I only shared the photo booth with her. I didn't do anything for her to call me that.

"What was that for?" I asked feigning innocence.

"Huh! The nerve!" she screamed as she rolled her eyes and made another slapping gesture that made me back away a little bit. She looks even prettier when she looks mad. She stopped herself and muttered something intelligible to herself. She gave me one more angry stare before turning back and stomping away.

I have completely forgotten the picture I was holding. I took a good look at it. I was smiling wide at the camera. Beside me, Ms. Mean Slapper was looking at me sideways giving me something that probably was her murderous glare but looks to me like she was just doing a wacky pose for a photo. She was wearing a pink tank top and her tight jeans, and man she's beautiful. Wait, have I already said that she is beautiful? Ow I'm mumbling again. I inserted the photo in my pocket and shifted my attention to the mysterious girl who was already a few feet away from me. Whatever my reason is, I just can't let her go her way thinking I'm a pervert so I chase after her.

"Hey!" I called out. She didn't even bother looking back. I jogged until I caught up beside her.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I barged into the booth like that. I was just out of option that time." I tried to explain while walking along side her. She was just walking straight ahead so intent of ignoring me. Ignoring me? Nobody ignores the Crown Prince! I jogged a little faster until I was blocking her way. She finally stopped and gave me this irritated expression that I found really adorable.

"What do you want?" she asked ever too loudly.

I made sure that she is looking at my face and gave her the best puppy-dog eyes I can muster then cleared my throat before started speaking.

"I'm really sorry. I mean it. I know what I did earlier was rude but I just really don't have a choice that time. See, there are some people I'm hiding from and they've almost found me if I didn't hid in the booth." I said rather too quickly worried she would not listen but for some reason she stayed and her furrowed brows smoothed that made her face more angelic. My puppy-dog eyes worked! She remained silent though and crossed her arms on her chest. She just stood there like waiting for some more explanation. I have none. This kind of situation doesn't happen to me everyday and I'm totally clueless on what else to say. She just kept staring at me and at some point it really made me feel a little self conscious.

Oh God. Had she known I'm the future King, would I be in this kind of situation? I can't help but wonder. But it's my idea to get out as an ordinary teen so...

"I suck with this thing." I intended to whisper to myself but muttered out loud. She raised an eyebrow.

"Uhm, I already said I'm sorry, what else am I suppose to say?" I finally asked. This seemed to pissed her off again and started to walk around me. Aw. A lot of girls were all over me back at school, why can't I impress this one girl. Maybe I really am not handsome as they made me think I am.

"I'm not a pervert." I sighed as she walked past me.

"What was that?" she stopped, turned around and asked.

"You called me a pervert. I am NOT." I said without looking at her. Silence. After a while, I heard faint giggles so I decided to look up. She was laughing. Her right hand was covering her mouth and she was genuinely laughing making sounds that put an Angel's Harp to shame. I kinda enjoy the view so I just waited there until she recovered.