Labeled (A The Selection Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty-Two

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Alexander's POV:

I stretch my arms, sore from sleep.

My right hand brushes something hard, and I open my eyes suddenly.

The sheets are a light blue color. My sheets are black, not blue, and as I look around more, it's apparent I'm not in my room. Looking to see what's next to me, I see a girl.

Her auburn hair is spread around her like a glowing halo.

Silently, her chest rises as she breathes in and out, her face content. She shows no emotion, but looks utterly peaceful.

She fell asleep in her dress, and the gentle green color accentuates her pale skin. Her lips are slightly parted, allowing for breathing. Her hands rest on her stomach, lightly folded.

How she manages to look so proper and graceful, even in her sleep, is beyond me.

She stirs lightly, shifting so her face faces me; her cheek on the pillow.

Outside, the gentle melody of songbirds floats through the open balcony doors.  The sun is almost done rising, as a gentle warmth bathes the Palace, floating through the crisp dewy air. A slight breeze blows back the sheer white curtains, and barely reaches us.

I look over to her as the wind reaches her face, gently blowing a few stray strands.  She is so beautiful.

I feel like all the time, she is trying so hard to do things right, so hard to not be a stereotypical wealthy and privileged girl.

To me, it shows, everyday.  I see her shaking her head to herself as she watches girls like Bridgette, catching herself as she is about to say or do something, always being alert to the status and expectations of those around her.

I still don't know why I eliminated Bridgette. I didn't even know her.

I mean, I know how much she aggravated and hurt Clarissa.  How much Bridgette and I  hurt Clarissa.
I feel guilty every time I think about it.  The thing is, Bridgette had come up and somehow convinced the guards to let her into my room.

I have no doubt her 'convincing' included a lot of downward looks into her dress, hands in forbidden places, and impossible and illegal promises.

Then, once in my room, she threw herself on top of me after sauntering across the room.  She had slinked onto my bed, and started kissing me.

I assume this is when Clarissa was outside talking to the guards.  Politely and elegantly talking.

When my door opened and she walked in, I had pushed Bridgette off of me, but she was going in for another kiss.  I tried to move away, but her lips found mine.

It was the worst kiss in my life.

Trust me, I didn't want to go there with Bridgette. Not then, not ever. I hadn't felt any connection between us, and did expect her to respect my privacy and keep an appropriate distance between us. Thus, I was stunned into silence and submission as she crushed her lips on mine.

My hands were flat on my stomach from the position I was previously in, and her body was so flat against mine that I couldn't move them up to push her off.

This is when Clarissa walked in, I think. I didn't hear anything because of the noise Bridgette was making in her throat. I was so disgusted with her that I tried to block everything that was happening, and all of my senses. Closing my eyes, holding my breath, and generally freezing, I waited for her to get off. Through my defenses, I heard a creak. Bridgette breathed into my ear, laughing silently, as if it was funny. I took that opportunity to try to push her off, and see what made the creak. It can't be someone walking, I thought to myself. Although, I knew that there was a creaky floorboard near the door in my room.