What the heck was that? I acted like a total lunatic! So what I learned here was that I'm the odd one out! As if that never happened before... Moving on. From now on, I have to sympathize with the other girls, find out what happens if I get "eliminated", keep Josh attracted to me, he might be useful in the meantime, and try not to punch anyone. I turn around to the last time I saw the guy I almost kissed and run after him. I want to know why he chose me, out of all the people? I hear a door close on my right. There are four of them, so I open a random one. A woman, in her fifties again, is sewing a midnight blue dress. When I barge in like a wild animal, she got so scared that she fainted on the spot. Crap. I run to her, try to talk to her, check if she's breathing (she is, thankfully) and start doing my CPR. I knew that would come in handy one day! I hear someone entering the room behind me. Still doing my compressions, I talk to the person while still looking at the woman's face to see any signs of her waking up.
"Hey, I need you to call 911 right now, this woman just fainted and I'm trying to help her, but I feel that she'll need medical attention."
"Claire, we're on an isolated island, nobody is going in or out. Well, except you and the other girls."
I froze the second I heard his voice, but I continue my compressions anyways.
"Is there anyone that can help this woman anyways?"
"Yeah, a nurse is coming right now."
Silence. Suddenly, another FREAKING WOMAN IN HER FIFTIES barges in. What is this? I'll yell at Josh to explain later. The nurse tells us that she will be taking over from now, that she will tell us when we can come back in and to go talk outside. Wink, wink. I wonder what the heck she is talking about until I remember that I am still in my underwear. I immediately turn bright red. Great. I made a fool out of myself. Again. I'm still standing there, looking like a tomato. Josh is waiting for me. I rush out of the room and close the door behind me. I look up at his abnormally dark blue eyes. They're the same colour as the dress the dressmaker was making.
"Ummm, so I think that I'm going to get dressed now, so, uh, bye?"
"Sadly, I can't leave you alone, for fear that you will scare another woman."
"Okay, Prince Charming," I say sarcastically, " you can talk like a normal adult now."
"Oh thank God. I was waiting for you to say that. I couldn't stand doing that."
"Me neither."
"Let's go back to the meeting room."
He puts his hand on the middle of my back, any lower and I would've slapped him, wanting to lead me back, but I squirm away very quickly and run back to where we first met. I hear Josh following me.
"CLAIRE!!! WHAT THE HELL?"
I stop hastily, because I made it where I wanted to, pull my pants up, button them and I'm just starting to put on my shirt when Prince Charming comes in, furious, yelling again.
"CLAIRE? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"
"Your hand was cold...," I mumble.
He sighs.
"Oh boy."
"You would've probably done the same thing if you were in the same situation, Charming," I reply while finishing to pull my shirt down.
He shoots a deadly glare at me. At least, I think. I'm putting my socks on. Keeping my balance is more important.
"Even though I don't want to let you win-"
"So you are admitting defeat, I interrupt while putting my shoes on."
Another deadly glare. My, this will be our communication from now on.
"Let's not talk about this anymore."
"So what are we going to chat about, Charming?"
"Stop calling me that."
"No."
We start staring each other down, until he finally looks away.
"Listen, Charming, I'll stop calling you that if you answer some of my questions."
"Shoot."
"Why did you choose me, out of all the other girls in the world?"
"Because you're not like them. You will stand up to your opinions and not let someone bring them down. You are caring, but sometimes in a very violent way, with that fire, which impresses me. I also thought that you were incredibly beautiful, not a stereotypical beauty, but a classic, traditional, timeless beauty. Sure, you do not have the shape of a model, but it doesn't matter. I chose you for what you are and not what you look like."
"..."
"What?"
"You so totally planned that speech."
"Yeah, I'll admit it. Any other questions?"
"WHY ARE THERE ONLY WOMEN IN THEIR FREAKING FIFTIES ON THIS ISLAND?"
"They were my father's contestants."
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Teen FictionShe and fourteen other girls got kidnapped and brought to an isolated island to participate in winning the son of the kidnapper's hand. Claire Mitchell isn't hand-picked by the father, she was the one selected by the one to win. She is named as the...
