His Choice (The Selection)

Chapter Twenty One

I sit down on the floor of the dance studio and stretch out my legs, hoping that it will help to avoid any possible cramps or sore spots I could have tomorrow. Abigail sits down across from and does the same stretches as me. "So, you know french right?" she asks. I nod.

"Yeah. Why?" I ask before switching over and stretching to my other leg. She shrugs or at least shrugs as possible as it is for her to shrug since she is stretching her legs.

"I was just wondering if you could teach me some," she says. I smile and nod.

"Of course," I tell her. She smiles but doesn't say anything else. I think of what I could teach her and finally think of something when the door to the dance studio opens and the sound of giggles flows in. Following the giggles comes Sarah, April, and Savannah. I look over at Abigail with a confused look.

"Hi!" Abigail says. She stands up and smiles at them. The three new girls walk over to us.

"Hi, Abigail!" April says. She notices me stretching and gives me a small wave. "Hey, Ember!" she says. I give her a forced smile and a nod of my head.

"Oh, Ember I almost forgot to tell you. I invited Savannah, Sarah, and April to come and practice with us today," she quickly explains. I nod my head and stretch to the middle of my legs.

"Okay. That sounds fun!" I reply, trying to sound as perky as they do about it. They start chatting eagerly and sit down to stretch like I am. I listen to their conversation as finished my stretches and walk over to the radio to find a good song to play to begin practicing.

When I think I have found one I like, a knock on the door causes all five of us to look over at it. "Who would be knocking at the door? Don't they know they can just come in?" Abigail asks. I shrug as sit the remote for the radio down.

"I don't know. . .  I'll go see who it was," I tell them. They nod and watch as I walk over to the door. I peak out the small window in the door and I don't see anyone there. I open the door up and Prince Charles is standing along the side of the wall.

"Just the person I wanted to see," he says. I roll my eyes and move to step back into the dance studio. He shakes his head at me. "You can't do that." I raise my eyebrows.

"Oh, yeah? And why is that?" I ask.

"Because the prince who needs you is out here and I believe the rules specify that you must listen to my every command," he says. I sigh and step completely out into the hallway, letting the door fall shut behind me.

"Sorry, I just didn't think the rules applied here," I mumble. He raises his eyebrows.

"What was that?" he questions me. I shake my head.

"Nothing. . . I was just wondering what you're doing here," I say. He looks at me and there almost seems to be a little slither of sadness in his eyes. 

"I am also wondering why you're here," he says. I shrug and lean back against the wall, something my mother would yell at me for doing at all because it isn't lady like. She would go ballistic if she knew I was doing it while having a heated conversation with the prince. 

"I'm here to practice dancing," I answer with a slight edge to my voice. He nods.

"That's a shame," he responds. I raise an eyebrow.

"Oh, really? Why's that?" I ask quickly.

"I miss my workout buddy," he responds just as quickly as I responded to him. His words leave me at a fault for words. I twist my head and stare at him.

"That's a shame," I finally respond. He twists his head to the side as well and stares at me.

"Oh, really? Why's that?" he asks, a playful smile forming on his lips. I shrug my shoulders.

"Because I have found a new workout buddy. . ," I respond. He opens his mouth to respond, but I cut him off by adding, "Actually, I have found four new ones." He glances towards the door.

"Those four are your new workout buddies?" he asks. I nod and lets out a short laugh. "I can't believe those are your new friends." He leans down next to my ear. "In fact, I remember you telling me they got on your nerves," he whispers. I gasp and smack his shoulder.

"Well, things change. . . Why don't you get Bexley to be your new workout buddy? I'm sure she would love that," I reply. He laughs and nods.

"Oh, but aren't you afraid she would steal something from the gym?" he asks. He smirks at me. I smirk back at him.

"Or are you afraid I'm going to frame her again?" I ask. He opens his mouth to respond, but I cut him off again. "Because I know it is one of my personal favorite activities to break into peoples rooms and put my precious jewelry in their rooms," I tell him. 

"You really need to get over the whole Bexley thing," he says. I lift myself off the wall and twist my head to the side again. I step closer to him so there is only inches between us.

"It's not Bexley I'm mad at," I mutter. "It's the prince that let the thief get away that I'm upset with," I say before turning around back to the door to the dance studio. I turn the knob and push the door open.

"Wait!" he says. I step back and let the door fall shut again. I stare at him. "Will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?" he asks.

"Do I have a choice, your majesty, or is this an offer?" I ask. He shrugs.

"An offer," he says. His eyes stare into mine and almost seem to be pleading for me to say yes. I want to say no, but something deep down inside of me or in the back of my head screams to say yes. I push the internal war away and nod a little.

"Fine. I'll have dinner with you," I say before walking back into the dance studio.

Was this update boring? I kinda felt like the beginning was but oh well I think the ending made up for it. I might update again tomorrow but I'm not really sure because I have a project to do and I need to update my Twisted Disney story because it's been like two weeks since I've done that... On an unrelated note The Fosters and OUAT in Wonderland are amazing. And now I am addicted to Alice in Wonderland... Sorry for the ramble that's just kinda what came out of my head in the last 30 seconds and you guys needed to know that. *insert weird smushed duck face emoji that doesn't exsist but should* Comment and Vote!

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