BLACK AMERICAN PRINCESS (BWWM INTERRACIAL)

Chapter 13: The Fabulous Cecila Scott

//Chapter 13: The Fabulous Cecila Scott//

"Next!" Derrick exclaims. He turns to Cecily. "So where were you? You still haven't told me..."

Cecily twists her ring around her finger, looking to the ground, her best way to avoid direct eye contact. "Maybe that's because I wasn't anywhere. Maybe I was just taking a stroll around the neighborhood!"

He stares at Cecily.

"What?" She screeches.

"I know you're lying, Cecily. I'm your brother, remember?"

She rolls her eyes. "Just because we are siblings doesn't mean you have to know where I am 24/7."

Derrick laughs. "It actually does mean that. We used to be so close when we lived so far from each other. I just want it to be like that again."

Cecily shrugs. "Crap happens."

"Next!" He yells again, and sighs.

A tall blonde boy with muscular arms and ocean blue eyes walks in. He's wearing a Ralph Lauren White polo shirt with Black Bermuda cargo shorts and flip flops. He looks as if he came right out of a Hollister advertisement. Very 'prep goes to the beach'.

Cecily musters a fake smile. "What's your name?"

"Bradley, but everyone calls me Brad." He grins.

Of course they do.

Derrick coughs. "Well, uh, Brad, can you tell us a little bit about yourself?"

"Like what?" He asks, with a very deep English accent.

"Any hobbies?" Cecily buds in.

"I like BMKing, field hockey, lacrosse, water polo, surfing, and equestrian."

Typical.

"Where are you from and how old are you?" Derrick questions, sounding more aggressive then attended.

Brad scratches his neck and does a sexy 'I'm going to squint even if I'm not blind, but I'm hot so it works'. "My dad owns a winery back in London where all of the royality drink."

Derrick nods as if he actually cared. "And your age?"

"Twenty-One." Brad responds.

Derrick cringes and opens his mouth to speak. "Do you know-"

Cecily stops him before he can continue whatever the hell he was about to say. "Great! Well, we will be in touch!"

Brad smirks, before walking out, locking eyes with Cecily. "I know you will."

"What a typical-"

"Preppy Douchbag?" She laughs, cutting Derrick off.

"I was about to say f***boy. But that works too." Derrick laughs along with me.

Cecily giggles. "This is actually getting pretty fun!"

For the past hour or two, they have been going through different boys, trying to find the perfect one for Cecily to date. Believe, her, none of them are Matt.

Another tall male walks into the room.

Cecily grins. This 'ought to be good.

"Bonjour." He greets.

French.

"Hi." Cecily and Derrick say, not so happyily at the same time.

The odd boy gives them a smirk.