Princess Rebellion (ON HOLD)

Chapter 7

Becca and Zola ---->

"So, do you have someone to escort you to the ball?" Julius asked.

"Don't you have anything better to do than pester me?" I grumbled, irritated. I swear, this guy seemed to get everywhere.

"Nope," he replied cheerfully, popping the 'p'. "And you didn't answer my question."

I smiled sweetly at him. "That's because I didn't want to answer your question."

Julius smiled right back. "Which means no, you don't have a date."

I didn't let my smile falter. "That's because I don't want a date."

"Aw, saving yourself for me?" he asked, chuckling.

I snorted. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

We were currently in the dining room, having breakfast along with Xander and Matty. Mum and Dad had already had their breakfast, and were currently out preparing for the ball tonight. Personally, I thought it as stupid for only the four of us to have our breakfast at a table that could have seated 50 people, but according to my parents, it was 'tradition'.

"You two are cute," Xander commented, using that adult condescending voice that I'd always hated and taking a bite out of his croissant.

"Well, I know I'm cute, but have you seen Julius?" I replied, using my innocent tone. "I mean, talk about ugly! I mean, with that horrible hair and revolting eyes, he'd be lucky to get Gretta to go out with him!" At that, Xander, Matty and I all snorted.

Gretta was the ugliest girl in the palace. She was one of the kitchen crew, and had long, greasy ginger hair that was always tied into a bun. Her skin, which was pale and covered in freckles and spots, was always covered in a sheen of sweat that made her constantly reek of perspiration. Her eyes were a dull hazel colour, but were probably her best feature. She was skinny to the point of anorexia, and had a chest as flat as people thought the earth was, which was ridiculously, considering she was 17.

While my brothers and I were all laughing hysterically, Julius just sat there in confusion, frowning.

"Who's Gretta?" he asked, sending us all into another fit of giggles. When he realised that he wasn't going to get an answer from us any time soon, he grunted in annoyance, slurped up the rest of his coffee and left in a huff.

"Aww, I think you hurt his feelings," Matty gasped, wiping the tears from his eyes.

I shrugged, taking a bite of my sausage. "He'll live."

"So you really don't have a date to the ball?" Andy asked, finally sobering, blue eyes still sparkling.

I grunted. "Oh, people asked alright," I replied, remembering the nine or so boys that had asked me. "But I didn't like any of them enough to put up with them for the whole evening," I continued, making Andy snort.

"Meanie!" Matty cried, poking his tongue out at me, then using it to lick away all the jam surrounding his mouth.

I opened my mouth to reply to that insult when I was interrupted.

"Good morning all!" Zola boomed, entering the dining room with the grace of a ballerina.

"Morning Z," I mumbled, finishing off the remaining food on my plate.

"Zee-Zee!" Matty yelled, jumping out of his seat and rushing over to her, hugging her legs. Way to outdo me bro!

Zola's been my best friend as far back as I can remember. Appearing the complete opposite to me with her long, curly black hair and her dark, sparkling eyes, we looked as different as oil and water, but that's as far as the differences went. We were about as close as two people can get, and knew basically everything about each other.