Royal Agent

Chapter 5- On the way!

A/N: Kellan on the side!**

Chapter 5- On the way!

     ...Well at least it tasted like chocolate, was my first thought after Kellan kissed me. My second thought, on the other hand, wasn’t very pleasant.

     He took my first kiss! This player from Alopia, who I’ve disliked the moment I saw him, just gave me my first kiss. Stuff like this was important to me, and he took it from me.

     Kellan was still on top of me, gazing into my eyes, with about two inches between our lips. The kiss lasted all of five seconds, and then, as though he realized what he was doing, Kellan pulled away immediately, and has been staring at me the past twenty seconds.

     As soon as the realization that he took my first kiss hit me, I let out a little growl and used all my strength to push his strong, muscular body off me. He landed on his butt next to me with a thud that sounded like it hurt. Good.

     I jumped up and rounded on him, “You-you-” I spluttered, seeming to be at a loss of words. Instead of saying something, I did what I do best and kicked him in the shin as hard as I could. It looked like it hurt a lot because he let out a gasp of pain and clutched at the bottom part of his leg.

     I half-smirked and strutted into the suite, still really angry about the kiss.

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     Agent Smith, who was the nicest of all the agents I’ve met so far, came to our room right after the ‘incident’ outside and told us our jet to Michigan is scheduled to leave in two hours. So the next hour and a half passed by quickly- with Arabella and I in our room and Andrew and His Almighty Poophead (I decided that’s what I was going to call Kellan in my head) in theirs, showering, getting ready, and what not.

     Since we only stayed the night, there wasn’t much left to pack, except our pjs, so it didn’t take us that long to pack. What took a long time for me is to decide what I should wear. I didn’t really care when I was coming here from the school because I was so mad. But now, I really like these people, and I want the family we are going to be living with to have a good first impression of me.

     After jumping out of the shower, I put on my old sweats and t-shirt, knowing it would take awhile for me to decide on what to wear, and not wanting to be naked while at it. I went over to my giant suitcase, opened it up, and put my hands on my hips, scowling. Why must this be so hard?

     I slowly went through all the clothes I have in there, careful not to mess up the foldings. I finally decided on wearing a loose, white shirt with polka dots and skinny yellow capris. Eh, not the best look, but it’s casual and it’ll do.

     After I was done changing, I neatly folded my sweats and t-shirt and shoved them in my suitcase. When I was working on the monster that is my hair, Arabella steps out of the bathroom.

     …Looking gorgeous as ever.

     When I met her last night, she was wearing a simple dress top and black skinny jeans, but still managed to look elegant. Now, she’s wearing a white dress that falls to a couple inches above her knees, hugging her in the right places to show off her small, curvy body, paired with a tiny belt that went around her waist. It was simple but she looked like true royalty at that moment.

     I gaped at her through the mirror. She looked stunning.

     Arabella bit her lip. “Is this too much?” she asked nervously.

     I whirled around to face her. “NO! Ahh, Arabella, you look stunning!” I thought for a moment. “You look like a true princess, your highness,” I mock-bowed to her.