Chapter 2 2

"They say we have a guest from abroad coming today. One of the sponsors of our school," Consetta babbled again. Early in the morning you will have breakfast with his chatter.

We are all in the classroom and we are just waiting for our prof. Because it's class time but no one has come yet.

Consetta and Giuseppe have different desks but these two are really close to me. They both did it on purpose, eh. The one sitting next to me. To check me out. They're not noisy when it's class time, that's why they're in the top 10 because they're smart. You can't tell from their behavior. Because you think it's just carefree but it's serious when it comes to studies.

"What are they doing here?" Giuseppe asked and curiosity was evident in his voice.

"Our school is having an event so the president of our school invited them," said another classmate.

"When was that?" asked Giuseppe. He's really loud no matter when.

"Next month. That event was the very day they got sponsors so it appears that event is for them."

"Can all of us students be invited?" Consetta, there are already rumors but she still lacks information. Ts

"Hmm, that's sure we're invited because they need a student's presence."

"Guys! They say we don't have class in the morning session today! But we'll be back in the afternoon!" As soon as I said that, I immediately stood up. Maybe I'll just sleep on the rooftop or go home first. Or hanging out in the park? "And Cashren, Prof Eldeyor is summoning you."

My eyebrows crossed at what I heard. What is the reason why our professor is still calling me? I didn't speak any more and left our classroom.

"Come with us, Cashren!"

"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.

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 firmly promised and I hope he will 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, kid---"

"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 is up to our president..

I am only 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.