Ahren the Heir (a selection fanfic)

Got Nerve?

Chapter 17

As we watched a movie we sat close, sharing a love seat. He had my hand in his in mine and the moment was perfect. We shared popcorn and I realized if things stay the way they are there is the smallest chance of this being my life. But there is still 19 other girls. He has chosen favourites: Alexis, Alyssa, Amber, and well me. Isabella was close too. Lyla and Ilena weren't though and I can see them being gone soon. I might loose all my friends.

"Did you like it?" Ahren asked snapping me back to reality.

I liked you.

"Yah, it was really good." He smiled at my reply. "Good." We took longer them usual as he walked me back to my room, which I certainly didn't mind it.

My maids dressed me in red, a colour I've been afraid of. I've always thought if it as too bold, but this dress was stunning. It was strapless and flowed to the ground in a outwards direction. It was complete with small earrings and silver heels. When I entered the dining room people looked stunned.

"Someone's desperate," Alyssa snarled at my dress.

"Someone's jealous," I replied just as sassy. She rolled her eyes and I smiled.

"You've got some nerve." Says the one who insults me everyday?!

"Not really one to judge," I tell her. She gives up in defeat. Heheh...

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My bed is now the next best thing. I'm tired, but can't sleep. One thought comes shortly followed by another. Each one pondering and not leaving. It's almost annoying. It also seems to be getting uncomfortably hot. And I have to pee. I get up, do my business and get shorts too. When I crawl into bed in no longer tired. Over tired. When you brain sort of 'goes crazy' from lack of sleep and your all the sudden active. I have to sleep, I force myself with no luck. I feel like talking, dancing, doing weird things that no one does at 1:00am. I decide to write.

After I've written a letter for each member of my family I can finally sleep.

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My maids greet me all cheerful and happy in the morning. That changed fast. There had to be something. They got me ready me ready like their usual selves and I was happy for that, but confused. It has been a whole since the incident, but things don't change like this over night. I avoid the subject not wanting to ruin things, but it doesn't escape my head.

• • • • •

My mouth is watering at the sweet taste of chocolate covered strawberries.

"This is heaven," I tell Becca, who is caught up with her own across from me. She nods in agreement. Even the royals look into theirs.

After breakfast I go to dance. Luckily no princes invade this time. I spoke too soon, I day in my head as I see him striding down the halls.

"Kathleen, fancy to see you here." I chuckle and smile. Probably blush too. He's just...perfect.

"What brings you to the halls?" He asks.

"Dance," I reply even though he can already tell by my gross hair and sweat. I must look wonderful.

"You don't say," he jokes. "Even though I have to say maybe sweat and rats nests are your thing. It suits you."

"Go on tell me how horrible I look," I tease.

"Not that bad," he says and walks away. Mysterious boy he is.

• • • • •

I talk with to the Queen with Ilena, Angelica, and Becca. The Queen or America as she told us to call her is truly amazing. She told us about her being a five and become Queen and all that. It even gave me more hope. Angelica was surprising. She was rude and slightly irritating. All she did was brag to the Qu-America, but she politely nodded and arrows conversation. I wish I could be like her someday.

We say, pleasantly drinking tea and watching guards train from above. We stared and laughed, and when on noticed us we doubled over. This was another one of those moments that I don't want to leave. I've always had fun with my sisters, but I really haven't had any friends that weren't related to me. Ilena was the funniest, Isabella was the sweetest and sassiest, and Lyla was someone you could always talk too. A perfect combination.

• • • • •

My mouth gaped open as I read more about Gregory Illéa. There were several volumes of his diary and this was a deep one. I learnt more about his wife, Bethany Illéa and the fact that she killed herself because of her husband. I learnt about the messed up family tree from Spencer, to Damon. It ended about there, but I have heard the rumors of Queen Abby and King Porter. Fights, screams, even violence causing King Clarkson to act cruel to his son. I know all of it. My mom. How does she know? The mystery continues...

My dad is like an open book; everyone knows things about him barely before he does. My mom on the other hand could keep the deepest secret her whole life. Kylie just happened to inherit that quality. I remember how it drove me crazy. Even at the age of 14 I'm still prying her open. Kendall's like me. She can keep a secret if she wants to, but not like Kylie. Karl and Caleb both suck. Ahren is like a mix of all. You can tell when he's hiding something, but you can't get him to say a peep. He could have a twin brother for all we know. He got the quality from his father, I can tell. His face is worrisome, but he says everything's fine. It's the diaries. I know it. The way I mentioned them and he froze. He was silent ever since.

"Please tell me," I pried.

"Kathleen everything is okay, don't worry." I glumly nodded at his response.

"Hey," he said with a smile, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "Everything's fine." I smiled at his response. How could a person be this caring? It's Ahren duh. My subconscious reminds me. I hate her smart mouth, but she can talk about Ahren all she wants...

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