"Hun Emerson!" Daniel shouted. He was standing beside his locker, and I didn't notice him as I pass by. I was carrying my books and my backpack, walking quickly. I still need to go to my violin practice and after that visit the library to borrow books.

He called me Hun again, in front of all these people. What the hell. I turned around and saw him wearing a big smile on his face, the one that make all girls – except for me and Mrs. Carter, the fat teacher who makes me experience Hell by making me stand in front of the class to recite the Rilke's poetries – which was, by the way, the last thing that I wanted to do -- scream and swoon. "Hi." I answered, returning his smile.

"Hun, did you see –"he started.

"Don't. Call. Me. Hun." I snapped.

When we first met, he asked me what my name was. He was 7 and I was 6 at that time. There was this grand party and my family was invited. It was the congressman's son's birthday. My father's a friend of him, but don't get me wrong, we're not rich. We live in a small house and have a small garden full of beautiful roses my mother plants every summer. My father and the congressman met back when they were in high school, and I think they're best friends.

All the children were playing, except for me. I didn't know any kid, for I spent my first 5 ½ years with my grandmother in New York, but I really wanted to play. So I walked around the meadow where the party was held, and looked for lonely kids I could talk and play with. I was about to give up and go back to the table where my father and some of the other guests sat, when I found a boy, sitting on the big rock near the lake, singing "Mary Had A Little Lamb" in a very weird tune. I was happy when I found him, though, because then I could befriend him then we could play.

"Hello!" I said with a big toothy smile. The boy looked at me like I was some freak and asked me what my name was.

I answered "I'm Hun-"but before I could say my whole name, I was cut off by his sneeze. He muttered 'sorry' then said "Well, Hun. What are you doing here? Do you not know that stalking somebody isn't nice?"

"I was just looking for someone I could play with. And my name is not Hun. It's Hun—"but then he sneezed again and I had to stop.

"Yes, I do know that your name is Hun. That's what I said a while ago. Now go back to wherever the hell you came from and leave me alone." He snapped.

"What are you, a prince?" I scoffed.

He considered this for a while. "Yes, exactly. I'm a prince."

I frowned. "You're not a prince. You don't have a crown!"

He stared at his reflection from the water and said "Well, Hun, since you're the servant, I'm going to ask you to make me a crown."

"I'm not your servant! And my name is Hunter. H-U-N-T-E-R." I shouted. I was pretty proud I managed to spell my name correctly.

"What kind of parents will name their child Hunter?" He wondered out loud. He seemed to have forgotten that I was still there, so I cleared my throat.

"What?" He asked, annoyed.

"Are you really a prince?" I asked innocently. He did look like a prince after all, with his handsome face and nice clothes. Compared to my yellow sundress, I looked like a servant.

"Uh, yeah." He answered.

"Liar. You're not a prince. You don't have a crown! You don't have a palace! You're poor, like me. You're a servant, too." I replied.

He raised his eyebrows. "Do you think shouting like that doesn't make you look like an idiot? Who do I think I am? I'm the prince of this place. Not just any prince. This is my territory. Stupid girl, why don't you play with those obnoxious girls right there? What are you, a girl from Mars?"

I gasped. "I'm not an Alien. How dare you say that? I'm going to pee all over you!"

"How uneducated." He answered. He was busy looking down at the water.

I felt really angry. "I –I wasn't even doing anything bad to you. I just wanted to play. And I didn't mean to shout. I'm not an i-idiot. I'm not s-stupid." I said, already crying.

He looked at me and after a while he gave me a smile. "You're not an idiot? Really? I didn't think so."

I wiped my tears away. "I am not an idiot. I do know how to count and how to read. I'm not ignorant. I understand people."

He slowly stood up and said "Hard to believe, but my father told me that boys shouldn't make girls cry. Here, take my hanky." He gave me a pale blue handkerchief. It looked expensive so I didn't want to use it.

"It looks expensive. I can't pay you back." I said, shaking my head.

"You can have it, if you like. I don't want to use hankies with germs on them." He said.

"Germs? I asked, getting angry for the second time. I'm clean, all right?

He laughed and wiped the hanky over my face. I don't know, but it tickles. I squealed and laughed with him. I didn't stop until I saw him looking at me like I was crazy. "What?" I demanded.

"Do you know how to make a crown?" He asked. I nodded and he gave me a piece of white paper. He asked me to make him a crown. I taught him and then after that he tried making one on his own. After that he took a pink pen and wrote Princess then he took the one that I made and wrote Prince.

"I will wear the prince crown and you will wear the princess crown." He instructed. I smiled widely and said "You're going to play with me?"

He smiled. "I don't have any other choice, do I? I don't want to sit at the rock forever. Now here, take the crown and put it on your head. Oh wait; I should be the one to put it on your head." He placed the crown on my head and I grinned. I did the same to him and we started roaming and running and laughing around like it was our palace.

"What's your name?" I asked him, before leaving. The sun was already gone, and the place was already getting dark. He smirked and said "My name…" he paused then said "Just remember that I have a cool name."

I glared at him. "Come on."

"Actually, my name is…uh, Ocean. Yes, that's my name and no, don't make fun of it. Dad will change my name to Daniel, though. So yeah you can call me Ocea- I mean, Daniel."

I laughed. "What kind of parents would name their child Ocean?"

He glared at me. "Call me Daniel."

Just then I knew he was that someone who could make my life miserable and worth-living, at the same time.

"Uh, Hunter? Are you still there? Hello?" He interrupted.

"What? What did you say?" I asked, snapping out of my thoughts.

Daniel sighed. "I said 'You're still not used with the most handsome boy on Earth calling you Hun? That's funny.'"

"Oh, so you're still not used with HUNTER snapping at all smelly Daniel because he called her Hun even though she's been reminding him that it's not her name? That's funnier." I replied.

He made a face and took my notebook from my hands. "Hey!"

"Relax, Hunter. I'm not going to eat your notebook. I just wanted to check it out." He said.

"Whatever." I muttered. This boy right here is Daniel Cole. Yes, he talks like a normal teenager now, unlike when we were kids he used to sound so smart I wanted to kick his butt. And yes, that's his name, and no, I don't find his name cool or anything. It sounds stupid.

Yeah, maybe it sounds a little bit cool. Just a little bit. And I still call him Ocean when I get pissed.

"Oh, is this your music notebook?" He asked after examining the book.

"Yeah." I answered, getting irritated. I just noticed that everyone was staring at us. "Come on, give it to me, simple-minded freak."

"Hunter, chill. Do you have menstruation today? Why are you irritated all the time?" He asked, smirking.

"Hah. I don't. Every time this boy named Ocean talks to me I get this weird feeling. You know, I suddenly want to –"

"Kiss him?" he said, trying to hide his smirk. I faked a smile and answered "No. More like punch him really hard on his face. So hard it will look like a vagina."

He chuckled. "I get it, I get it. But hey it's been a while since we last hang out."

"Uh, Dan, that was just three days ago." I said. I went to his party three days ago. Apparently he didn't like his guests, those elite looking girls with their mothers sitting beside them, squealing, so he asked me to go with him to the restaurant. He said he was freaking hungry. He actually rented the whole restaurant and ordered a lot of food just for the both of us.

"Exactly." He nodded.

"But I have practice. And worse, I have to go to the library and look for a good book before they close it. I have to look for Oscar Wilde's works, too, you know, for the collaboration of art works with the theme 'poetry', which I've been waiting for at least three months. Then after that I have to –"

"Shut it, Hun. Your birthday is just five days away. Why don't you rest and let me do the borrowing thing?" he interrupted.

"But you don't know what kind of books Hunter Emerson reads. And wait do you read books?" I asked.

"Doesn't matter. I'll borrow lots of books." He replied.

"No." I said.

"Yes." He shot back.

"No. No. No. I don't want you to do anything for me. I don't want to owe you anything again." I said determinedly.

"Open your mouth just to say NO for the fifth time and I will kiss you. Really hard. With my tongue inside your mouth." He said with an evil smile.

He knew I hated talking about those things. "Ewwww!" I cried.

"So…?"

"Fine. Do whatever you want. Get the books. Whatever. Just don't talk about that again. It's so sickening." I said with my bitter face.

"I don't get it. Why do you hate talking about love and kisses and the like when we clearly know that one day you'd want them?" He asked curiously.

"I won't want them. I'll die a virgin." I insisted. He seemed to not notice the weird sound I made when he laughed and headed to his class. I do want to fall in love and get married. I don't want to be a nun.

Let's keep that as a secret. Between you and me, yes? Shh, please don't tell.

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Lol I don't know. Was it good? ~(-__-~)