A week later, the school's 'prince' came face to face with me in class. I could feel all the girl's dagger stares hitting me from all sides. I ignored them and attempted to ignore the 'prince' but failed. He just kept staring at me. But it wasn't like all the other stares I'd gotten my entire life. The stares of hate. His stare was gentle. I had enough and walked out of the classroom. And thought that was that. I thought he was just curious when 1 girl didn't swoon over him. But it was the same the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that. He'd follow me everywhere, trying to talk to me, and all I could do was run away. The bullying didn't get better either. The girls became more relentless in their bullying because of that 'prince's' unusual interest in me. I've been soaked in the washroom and bumped into the school fountain. They even placed my desk in the nearby forest. I never asked for all of this. I just had one more year to go and then I'd finally be free from this. I went to the roof one lunch break, and to my surprise, not, the 'prince' was there. I couldn't take it anymore and lashed out at him. I told him that it was his fault. That my already horrible school experience got worse. I told him everything I was bottling inside and began to cry. I thought he'd finally understand that I didn't like him like the others, and I thought that he'd finally leave me alone. But to my surprise, he didn't leave. Instead, he hugged me. I tried but couldn't remember when I was last embraced so gently. He patted my head as I continued crying into his broad chest. After what seemed like forever, I finally stopped crying and my face became red as I finally noticed that I just cried like a helpless kid in front of the 'prince'. He gave a slight snicker to my embarrassment, and gave me a glimpse of the school's famous 'princely smile'. I had to admit, it was indeed charming.