Chapter 8 : Strange Feeling

| Strange Feeling | COLLEGE IS hard, particularly when you don't belong in the world of a wealthy family. You can't convey to their discussions. Like, they talk about the enormous dishes they ate in a fancy restaurant, their trips abroad, models and celebrities whom they met, and more so. Those topics that you can only see on television. Tackling about it, you seem like a display around that is meaningless. I hope Reina and I are just on the same course. With her, your day wouldn't boring, because she will educate you with all the things she knew like you just want to stay away if you can't hold how intensifying the topic is. But of course, being with Reina always makes my day. I got used to it. Not until this moment—entering College. I sighed and rested my chin on top of my palm. Eyes on the clean, glossy whiteboard that I can almost see my mood—plain and boring. Fortunately, there seems to be no complacency here. Though today was just my second day, still I'm hoping that this will last. All I wanted is a peaceful living while I'm in College. Extremely, no bullies on my way. I was about to close my eyes and take a nap while waiting for the professor when I've been bothered by the sudden silence. I raised my head and turned my back towards the door. H-Him… great, we're classmates in this subject. What's his course, anyway? I never see him to the rest of my class. Is he an irregular student? This guy is an eye-catcher. He can even make the uproarious confines into shrill silence. Why does it seem that the surrounding is in slow motion? What's with this guy? All eyes are on him, but still he manages to sit down and look across to everyone. Seconds later, the professor came in. That… starts my day. But the image of that guy remains in the corner of my mind. Like what the? This isn't me. I should not be bothered with someone else—especially when it's a boy. But you knew he's not just a boy, said the other corner of my mind. I slightly slap my cheeks. Wake up, Becca. Get yourself up to your senses! There's nothing to worry about my academics, I can catch up with it. The problem is… that guy keeps on bothering me. This strange feeling—tummy almost turned upside down, like there is something in it, the moment I saw him. The same happens when we bumped into each other in the café, his touch electrifies me. Why can't I stop myself thinking of him? Those sudden moments keep on replaying. I almost feel a jolt of excitement and my heart races when he's that near. Oh, this isn't good. Stop thinking about that guy, Becca! Stop. Stop. St— "Sh*t, I'm sorry," I apologize when I bumped into something—particularly to someone. And why am I staring at the guy who just running into my mind? "You again?" I mumbled, but he just raised his brows and walked away. I was left dumbfounded, as I watch him turn his figure until I lose sight of him. The thumps of my heart became faster. With all the thoughts that bother me, I need Reina. I need to share this and might seek help. It's not that I don't know what's happening, I just need confirmation. MY CLASS ended still carrying the puzzle. Though, I'm not a fool to not know how I feel. Kara's delightful aura greeted me. "Good afternoon," she greeted. I smiled and greeted them back. "How's your class?" she asked as he wiped the countertop. "Fine. How ‘bout you?" I asked. "Same. Hmm. Do you know anything about the Prince of Denmark? Have you seen him?" she asked, out of the blue. I frowned. "Prince?" why do they keep on looking for the prince? "No. I didn't even know what he looks like. Why is that? "The rumor, that the Prince of Denmark is here, spread like wildfire, but no one knows how he looks," she replied as she gets a cup and fills it with a caramel latte. I laughed. "What's the use of the internet? Search for it," I suggested. She scratched her left eyebrow and give the cup to the girl who's standing in front. "That's the problem. We only know him by his name, but we don't know how he looks like. He has no pictures on the internet." Mysterious. "What's his name?" "Prince Damian. He's the crown prince, next to the throne. The future King of Denmark. A year older than us, taking up Business Ad—same us yours. But he may be in the higher year. Who knows? Or maybe he just got his masters or what." "Damian?" "Yeah, just Damian," she confirmed, dismay was visible in her eyes. Ah, maybe he chooses to hide his identity. He wants to remain mysterious. If you're a well-known person, of course, you need to hide every piece of information. You see, it's the prince. Maybe he wants to have a peaceful life, where no paparazzi or what. Let's just be contented with that little info. You don't have to dig deeper. If I'm into his shoe, of course, I will hide too. "You see, the generation today is different, gossipers were all over the place. Don't be bothered with it. Let's just focus on what we're doing, alright?" She heaved a deep sigh. "You're right," she replied and continue what she's doing. I like the way the Prince thinks. It will benefit him a lot. Being mysterious has a way of creating fantasy within the minds of the people around you. Kara and the rest, their desire to unravel the truth behind the prince is like an undeniable gift. Being mysterious engages someone's curiosity—and as humans, we are naturally curious people. We are drawn to the unknown. Women begin to imagine all kinds of things about the prince, and it's natural. I END my shift a little bit late because the Café has lots of customers. When I got home, I found Reina busy with her cellphone. I frowned. "Busy eh?" She lifts her face to see me. "I can't find my prince." For the nth time, there's the word prince. "Look. He doesn't want to show himself, so why not stop thinking about him?" "For once in my life, I want to meet a prince," she replied and pouted as she diverted her gaze to the screen of her phone. I walked in her direction and was seated beside her. I stretch my neck—moving closer to her to see what's she's been busied about. Prince of Denmark—it stated. "You can't find any photo too?" I asked as I moved my body an inches away. "Sadly, yes—wait, how do you know it?" "Kara told me," I answered. I stand up and walk towards my bed and started to untie my shoe. "Reina, I have a question," I started, still eyes on what I'm doing. "Hmm…" she replied. "Why does someone feel strange when they met a person, for the first time? Like when that person touches them and felt an electrifying impulse—" "Wait. Wait. You're not about what you've experienced, right?" "No!" I denied it, but my voice seems contrary to what I said. She squinted her eyes on me, seems like she knows what I'm thinking. "Tell me honestly, Becca… do you have a crush on someone?" "Of course, not!" I replied, immediately. "How can I? I'm focusing on my studies, you know." "Strange feelings… electrifying impulse… don't tell me, it's just a random question that your professor wants you to answer. It's not the usual you, Becca. You don't need my opinion if you have questions that are related to your academics. This is not you, asking why you feel strange towards him—" "Whoa. Stop right there, who says you that it's he?" She shrugged off her shoulders and get back to what's she's doing. "Oh, Becca is having a crush on someone…" she chants and laughed. I threw a pillow in her direction but she shortly catches it. "Whatever you think, but I'm not." "Go, and deny it, wait until you realize it. Or you already recognize it but you just choose to deny it. My, my, Becca, this is the start. I can't wait until you struggle because you started to like someone," she said as if it was a curse. No! It can't be. I won't let myself. Never.